I woke up and I was in a dark room, it was squishy. I didn't have my lollipop anymore and I was still thirsty, I was kind of hungry, I really had to pee. I couldn't feel my arms or move them, I squirmed around, and I couldn't stand up either.
I was scared, there I couldn't see anything I'm scared of the dark. I started crying and there was a noise, a light came from up high in the wall. The room was like that truck, dark, scary, squishy, and kind of smelly. This loud scary voice told me to be quiet so I did. Another light came from the wall and there was a metal tray that came out of it, the light went away. There was food on that tray.
I was hungry so I squirmed over there and ate like I think a caterpillar would. My nose itched, but I couldn't do anything about it. I started to get sleepy again and I fell asleep with my head still on the tray. I woke up and the tray was gone. I was still thirsty and I needed to pee more. I whined and cried, this time nobody answered. I tried to hold it in, I really did, I peed myself and it started to get cold.
It started to hurt, and I cried more as I spent a very long time in the dark. The light came again and it hurt my eyes, they pulled me out and I talked to this nice lady. I was still in this white vest thingy that held my arms. They didn't change my clothes; the lady talked to me, and asked me if I knew what happened.
I told her, she looked at me sadly and shook her head. They guys in white took me back to my room, I was still very thirsty. I whined and asked for a glass of water and there was a nice man that grabbed me a glass of water, he smiled like daddy use to before he lost his job and before mommy brought other people home with her. They made lots of noise, I pretended like I didn't hear.
He actually helped me drink it, he held it to my lips as I drank, it was painful to drink, but at the same time it felt really nice. I don't know how long I have been in here, last time I saw mommy and daddy I was seven fingers old.
I kept getting treated this way, eventually I got use to it. My hair got really long. When I got too big for the vest they put a new one on me, they also changed my pants and underwear. I was really skinny, but I got a meal a day. They made my rash all better, I saw that nice man more and more. I liked that nice man, he talked softly and always gave me extra food, he fed me when nobody was looking, and he even gave me milk when I was really good.
My hair was down past my butt now, my shirt is too small and the vest is squishing my chest. The place where I pee from hurt and it bleed every now and then. The nice man showed up and brought me into a room. He took that tight white vest off and shook his head. He said that they treated us like animals; he took off my pants and bloody underwear. He looked at me with a bit of a funny look as he breathed out; it was like he knew what was happening.
He gave me a nice bath and brushed my hair, it felt so good. He cut my hair to make it stop just at the small of my back, I was a lot taller. He smiled at me and touched my cheek; he told me that everything is going to be okay. He told me that one day he will get me out of there.
He didn't really look at my body when he took my clothes off; he set new clean clothes next to me, clothes that fit. He put something in the pile that I haven't seen before. I looked at it like it was some alien device. I slipped my underwear on and my pants on. I pulled my shirt on; it was harder than I remember. My chest was bigger, it looked kind of like mommies, I miss mommy.
The nice man looked back at me and laughed a little. He told me that I had forgotten my "bra" I looked at him and asked him what it was, he pointed to that weird thing that came with my new clothes, and he told me that it goes around my chest to hold it up. I began taking my shirt off and he covered his eyes as he turned away. I didn't get why he did it. I put the "bra" on for the most part, but I couldn't strap the back, I laughed a little and I asked for help, he smiled and said of course. His hands were strong, but soft.
He shook a little as he strapped my "bra" onto me. It felt as if a load were lifted off my chest literally. He smiled and asked me if that was better I turned around and hugged him tightly.
He hugged me just as tightly and told me to put my shirt back on with a giggle. I did as I was told and he held my hand. He told me to follow him to my room; it felt really funny to hold his hand, my face felt really warm. He walked me past the padded dark room, all the other men in white looked at me with strange looks, as if they admired me. Some of them even shifted a bit to avert eye contact. The nice man brought me to a room with a window, it was white but he told me that tomorrow we could paint it together. I smiled and squeezed his hand.
He sat me on the bed and showed me where everything was, I even had a sink, and a bathroom and a bed, and I had a bed! I had a dresser and clothes in the dresser, there was a window too, and it had an amazing view of the garden outside. I had a freshly made bed, it was huge, and it had fluffy pillows. I loved my room. I thanked the nice man and told him that he has no idea how happy he made me.
The nice man said that he will be back later; he put his lips on my forehead and did something I've never felt in my life. I asked him what that was and he told me that he kissed me on the forehead, I liked kisses. I liked the nice man. I hadn't ever been kissed before. I hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead. He told me goodnight, and actually tucked me into bed. I fell asleep that night on my own accord.
I woke up the next morning with a meal on my nightstand; it was an orange, more specifically a Clementine, pancakes and bacon, with a glass of ice cold milk. The pancakes were buttermilk and freshly made, the bacon was a crisp smoked flavor, and the Clementine was juicy and vibrant. I poured maple syrup over the remains of my pancake and drank my delicious milk. I felt happy and full, happiest as I have ever been.
I had forgotten that I had to go to the bathroom; I rolled out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I went, it felt great to actually go to the bathroom and not feel it later. I flushed the toilet with a sense of accomplishment, I washed my hands, I haven't felt that sensation in years, and it felt so funny and so nice. My hands were soft, I looked up after washing my hands, there was a mirror, and I gasped as I looked at the mirror. I touched my face with my wet hands. I didn't realize how much I had grown, how beautiful I have become. My blonde hair flows elegantly and my blue eyes pierce with a single look, as if I were looking into my own soul. I just was mesmerized; I couldn't believe that I was that girl in the mirror. I dried my hands and couldn't help but keep looking at the mirror.
The nice man came in to my room while I was changing, I actually felt really funny, my head got all fuzzy and my chest got flustered. I saw my reflection out of the corner out of my eye in the mirror, my cheeks were flushed red, and I was blushing. I slipped on the dress quickly and acted casual. I smiled at him and told him thanks for the breakfast. He told me that it wasn't a problem at all and he wanted to treat me to lunch. I looked at him funny, I asked more than a meal a day he smiled and he told me that I get to eat three times a day, I already felt a little bigger, I didn't like being as skinny as I was, it made me feel ugly. Ever since I met him I got a little bigger, but I just got by.
I am a healthy weight he took me out for something called "Chinese Food" it was spicy and really yummy. He has been secretly giving me lessons and teaching me how to read, write, and speak properly. I kept having dreams about him; today we painted the room together. We painted it a burnt sunset, it was beautiful. He tucked me into bed again after we had dinner together, he went to leave, but I grabbed his hand. I told him that he wasn't going anywhere until he kissed my forehead and told me goodnight.
He smiled and kissed my forehead and told me goodnight, I looked at him with a bit of a slight blush, and I kissed him on the lips rather than the forehead. He blushed hard it was nearly a shade of purple, he began kissing me back, I ran my hand through his jet black hair, and I kissed him deeper as he broke the kiss to lay on the bed with me. He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed for what seemed to be hours, he kissed my ear and told me goodnight, this time he didn't leave the room. He slept with me, I held him all throughout the night.
I woke up to his sapphire blue eyes, he was still in my arms, and he was awake, but there was food waiting for us both, he made it for us and squeaked back into my arms, I surprisingly didn't have to go to the bathroom. We kissed and said good morning we lay in bed together and ate our breakfast, I was happy I honestly felt like crying.
There was something funny about this breakfast, I lifted my cup and I saw something sitting in the bottom, I fished it out with my fork and it was a gold ring. I looked at him then the ring I asked him what's with the ring and he said that he loved me and he wanted to be with me, and take me away forever.
I gripped his hand tightly and said yes, what else could I do? I loved him too. I wanted to run away with him and be with him until the day I would die. That very same day was the day I got discharged from the psychiatric ward. He came with me, he was actually only 27, and I was 18. It felt kind of funny because he quit his job and took me to this enormous house, he said that it was a manor, he brought me inside and told me welcome home.