The next day, Amber is nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Glitter, guys?" I ask Cienna and Halia. They look at each other and sigh.
"She's on...vacation." Halia said softly.
"Bullshit! Where is she, really?" I growled. I've never seen this side of me before. God Damn. Halia looks at me with a couple of tears in her eyes.
"Betty, Amber's at Halifax."
No. No, no no!
Halifax is a place where retarded and insane kids go. She doesn't belong there!
"No! She doesn't belong there!" I cry out. Halia starts crying a little bit.
"I know she doesn't. Nobody will tell us why she went there." She whimpers. I let tears fall down my face as well. Why is my friend being subjected to this? She's not retarded, last I checked, and she sure as hell isn't insane!
I sigh as the first bell rings. How am I going to get through today?
(TIME JUMP CUZ WRITERS BLOCK)
"Name?" The receptionist said.
"Elizabeth Hughes." I say.
They let me through and I see a horrible sight. The room is an ugly off-white with a dull gray trim. I see a silent, sad looking girl staring out of the only window.
"AMBER!" I shout. Amber looks up at me.
"Betty?" She asks. She says it like she barely remembers me. I hug her, but she doesn't hug back. She just stands there. It's then that I notice a smaller room in the corner. It's something out of a prison. It has no windows at all, and no light. It's just a room.
I can see a small boy being dragged by his shirt into the room. He's screaming and crying. I catch "Please! I'll be good!" in his pleas. I turn back and see that Amber's watching as well, her eyes sad and haunted. This girl did nothing wrong. Why is she here?
"What are you doing here? Why'd they take you here?" The questions spill out of my mouth before I can think. Without a word, Amber pulls up the sleeve of her jacket to reveal scars going a quarter up her arm.
"No." I say softly. Amber looks down in shame. "I'm so sorry." She replies quietly. All that comes out of my mouth is "Why?"
Amber says one simple word. "Mom."
The worker pushes me out of the room, and I hear shouting coming from the other side of the door as she closes it. It's obviously directed towards my friend. It breaks my heart, to know that I can't do anything to help her. To save her from this nightmare.
Super short chapter, but don't hurt me! I have Writer's block, okay?! This is based off of my time in Halifax Behavioral Center. It was Hell on Earth for me. *shudder*
MultiGlitter, Out!