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This is Chapter 6 from 'The Awakening' in Toris PoV.
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I was sitting in my 'room', more like cell, in the dark all day. I had no idea why my mother had had me transferred here, I hadn't been that bad, had I? Chloe never told the nurses about our 'little incident' so there was no reason why I should be here!
As I lay there on my bed thinking, I hear the locks on my door start to open, then light shines through the room as the door is flung open without any warning. I could have been behind that thing and been knocked out! These dip-shits had no idea what they were doing. They never did. There was no proof of any help towards any of the Lyle House residents at all. The only person who went home while I was there was Peter, and he had just been faking getting better. They sent Amber, Brady, and the Liz -with Chloe's help- away. Never to be heard from again. Wow. How cliché. Sounded like a bad movie. Mental house, kids getting transferred, dieing. Yep. Defiantly a bad movie script. Only Amber, Liz, and Brady weren't killed. Just not aloud to talk to anyone.
The door closed and I heard it lock back up so I thought nothing of it. That is until I heard a very distinctive "Tori?" WTF! Wow. She really had some balls to show up here after all that she had put me through.
I got up and off my very comfortable bed. "Huh. I guess if stern lectures don't work, they can resort to torture. Tell them I surrender, as long as they take you away. Please." You could here the sarcasm laced in my voice. But I wasn't joking. I would do anything they wanted as long as they got this bitch out of my room/cell and away from me.
"I came to-" I didn't want to hear that she came to surrender. I didn't want to hear her. At all.
"Gloat?"
She stepped forward, closer to me than I would like. She could sick a god-damned ghost on my skinny fucking ass. "Sure. I came to gloat. Get a good laugh at you, locked in a cell, just like I am now." Huh?
"if you say 'we're in this together', im going to hurl." I made a joke but it didn't help my mind. Why the fuck was she locked up?
"Hey, we wouldn't be in this at all if it wasn't for you telling the nurses on us. Only you didn't count on getting locked away yourself. that's what we call dramatic irony." She thought I was the one who ratted her and the guys out? HAHAHA! Too fucking funny!
I started laughing. "You think I ratted you out? If I would have known you were running away I would have packed your bag."
"Not if I was leaving with Simon." That bitch! She couldn't let that go could she?
I slipped my legs over the side of the bed, and just started at her. "So in a fit of jealous rage, I spill your plans, getting you and the guy who rejected me sent away to a mental hospital? What movie is that from?" I knew it wasn't in any movie, seeing as I was almost as obsessed over them as she was, but I thought that I would play her out.
"The same one when the cheerleader knocks out the new girl with a brick and locks her away in a crawl space." She stood her ground. She couldn't let that go either? Well then.
"I am not a cheerleader." I spat at her. I hated that word. It made my skin crawl. "I was going to let you out after dinner, but Prince Not-So-Charming got to you first." I slid from the bed so I stood in front of her now. "I liked Simon. But no guy is worth humiliating myself over. You want someone to blame? Check the mirror. You're the one who stirred things up. You and your ghosts." This was going to be good. I mentally gave an evil grin. The shit was gonna hit the fan. "You got Liz sent away, got Derek in trouble, got me in trouble."
"You got you in trouble. I didn't do anything." She stood there, looking al high-and-mighty. She was such a bitch.
"of course you didn't." I stepped closer to her. "I've got a sister just like you, Chloe. Shes the cheerleader, the cute little blond, bats her eyelashes aand everyone come runnin. Just like you at Lyle House, with Simon tripping over himself to help you. Even Derek rushed to your rescue-" I was getting pissed, and her eyes were widening. She cut me off before I could finish my rant.
"I didn't-" I cut her off right back.
"Do anything. That's the point. You can t do anything. Your just a silly, useless Barbie, just like my sister. I'm smarter, tougher, more popular. But does that matter? No." I was now standing right over her, a whole head taller. I glowered at her, right into her eyes. "All anyone cares about is the helpless little blond. But being helpless only works when someone's there to save you." I lifted my hands, not really sure what I was going to do, but I had to scare her. Sparks flew from my finger tips. She fell backwards, and I let that evil grin that I had been holding in out. Pretty sure it actually scared the shit out of her.
"Why don't you call Derek to save you know, Chloe? Or your little ghost friends?" I advanced on her. When I looked at my hands to admire the sparks, I noticed that they had pulled together and started to form a blue ball. I whipped my hands down. She leapt out of the way. The ball hit the wall behind her and exploded in a flurry of blue flames. I looked at her, and her cheek was singed.
Sge got to her feet, backing up towards the door. I raised my hands again, and swung them down with so mush force it nearly knocked me off balance.
Chloe fell back again, but this time I didn't throw something at her. There was a force that came from my hands. I looked at Chloe, with a surprised look on my face.
"Y-You're a witch." She stuttered out.
Well that would explain how I could do some off the stuff I could do. "Am I? Nice for someone to tell me. My mother insisted it was all in my head. She shipped me off to Lyle House, had me diagnosed as bipolar, and gave me a cartload of meds. And I gulped them because I didn't want to disappoints her." Well what a load of shit. My mother had me shipped off so she wouldn't have to deal with my shit. You know what? I think she was the bipolar one!
I slammed my hands down, pissed at my mother, and lightning bolts flew from them. Heading strait for Chloe!
NO! was my silent scream.
She tried to get out of the way, but she was to slow and the bolts were heading strait for her. Then out of nowhere, the dresser was pushed in front of her. As the bolts made connection with the wood of the dresser, it exploded in a flurry of splinters, glass shards. When everything had settled down, I looked over to where Chloe lay with her head in her arms, keeping her face form being battered by the debris.
By the time she had looked up, I was huddled in the corner, crying into my knees repeating over, and over "I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it. I get so mad, so mad. and it just happens."
She took a slow step towards me. "Tori, I-" But she was cut off by the door slamming against the wall on the other side of the room. My mother barreled in. Great. Just GREAT!
She looked around and saw what I had caused. This was going to be fun. "Victoria Enright!" I cringed at the name. "What have you done?"
"I-it wasn't her." Chloe piped up. Great. I had the dumb twit standing up for me. How nice. "It was me we argued and I-I-" She stopped short taking in the destruction again.
"I know very well who's responsible for this, Miss Chloe." Mom snarled at her. HAHAHA! Bitch deserved it! "Tough I doubt that you didn't play a role. You're quite the little instigator, arent you?"
"Diane, that enough." Dr. Davidoff snapped from the doorway. "help your daughter clean up her mess. Chloe, come with me." And with that Chloe ran out the door, Davidoff following after her, just as eager to get away.
"Tori. You had better clean this the fuck up before I came back to get you fro dinner in a few hours!" She started to turn away.
"Davidoff told you to help me!" I snapped back.
In one swift movement, she was in my face and her hand had connected. I fell to the ground, in agony. She had a hard fucking slap.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that! There is no one here who can save you now you little bitch!" And then she walked out the door, closing it with a slam behind her.
I just lay there for a couple of minutes, crumbled in on myself. God how I hated that women…I needed to get away from here!
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