Adrian.
There's no denying it: I'm on my way to becoming depressed. It's been two weeks, two weeks since the accident, and she's still here, trapped in this horrible psych ward, like a princess that took the wrong turn.
I mean, seriously. This part of the hospital is like something from a movie. Next door is one of our (many) resident schizophrenics, Bob. He spends day, night, and everything in between howling that the redcoats are coming, even though it's not the damned 1700s anymore. Then there's Hannah. She's forty, divorced, and obsessed with cleaning her room, from the doorknob to the curtains. And just to make the place even more surreal, this creepy little boy called Hughes refuses to accept the fact that he is not a fucking cannibal.
I can't stay here much longer or I swear I'll end up in one of these rooms.
The whole Girl Interrupted atmosphere is getting to everyone, and Janine's got Abe trying to see if we can take Rose home anytime soon, but the doctors don't seem too excited about that. They won't stop poking at her like she's a lab rat or something.
And Rose keeps waking up, every single day, asking where she is. That's the worst part. She's not getting any better.
We're all waiting for something – anything – to change. Unsurprisingly, Rose isn't being very helpful. She remembers tiny little things, but only towards the end of each day, and by the time a couple of hours have passed, she's forgotten everything.
Deirdre's coming today, though, and that's really gotten our hopes up. Lissa called her a couple of days ago, and she thinks there's something new we can try.
And now we're waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting. I don't think we ever actually stopped.
Belikov's sitting here, right next to me on the uncomfortable hallway chairs, and it's taking everything in me not to think about him touching her, because if I do, I'm gonna have to punch him, and that'll just make him kick my sorry ass into oblivion. How could he? How could he do that with her? Aren't teachers supposed to see their students as young and naïve little idiots?
I always knew he had a thing for her, but I never thought he'd seriously give in. For one thing, he's always been the most in-control guy in the world – and, really, statutory rape? Probably not his favorite activity.
Gross. So fucking gross.
He's a bastard, that's what he is. I know that he wasn't just playing with her, that they actually had something – I can't call it love – but he is still the biggest son of a bitch that ever lived.
And now, he's waiting right here with me.