Part 1

I really can't stand this damn place . I've been in here for the past two years. I own this place.I mean.... Blue-stone isn't all that bad but I just want to get out of here.I'm in the cafeteria as of right now. I have my own table.That's the way I like it. No friends. Well I mean some kids try talking to me  but I don't like talking to anyone so I just tell them to get bent.I don't need anyone. I've got myself. Besides, no one really looks that interesting to me. I take out my sketch book and start drawing. Randomly like I always do.

"GROUP THERAPY!" Susan, a nurse, calls out. Great. Group therapy sucks. I never speak in group. I'm not crazy.Everyone is crazy. Not me. Kyle, some kid who never shuts up, says he was abducted by aliens. Sick right? so he always wears an aluminum hat, because apparently they can't get through that.

-

When group is done its t.v time. I hate t.v but I have no choice so I go to my usual big arm chair, in the back, and stare up at the ceiling. Bruce, an orderly, is walking in with what looks like a new patient. Has to be. I've never seen her before. He points her to the free arm chair and she sits in it. Little does she know that armchair is extremely hard to get out of. Its like it sucks you in.  She doesn't watch it. She stares down at her hands in her lap,her long red hair covering her face. Her hair is that ginger red.Its natural. Its beautiful. 

When t.v is over everyone gets up to either go to rec room or arts and crafts. I usually go late to both,taking my own sweet time getting out of my chair. I notice her having a difficult time getting out of the chair. Bruce holds his hand out to help her out but she quickly pulls her arms back into her chest.She didn't want to be touched. Bruce backed off. I decided to help. I take off my sweater and hold out the sleeve to her so I could pull her up. She looked up at me. Gosh, her eyes are gray.She hesitated for a moment then grabbed onto it and i quickly pulled her up.She lost her footing for a moment but I couldn't help her.She didn't want to be touched. I had to respect that. 

"Thank you..." she whispered. I nodded and continued walking out. 

"Come on Harleen..I think you'll like arts and crafts more then rec room." Bruce said leading her out. Whoa. Her names Harleen...'Harleen' I repeat it to myself. I decide to go to arts and crafts. Yes because of her. She's stunning. I get there to see her sitting by herself. I don't want to alarm her so I sit at the table next to her. The craft teacher goes to Harleen to introduce herself. She tells Harleen she can paint whatever she wants and hands her a thick sheet of paper and new paints. She looks at the paper for a moment before picking up the brush and going at it with the paints. It has to be the most beautiful thing I've seen in this place. I take out my sketch book and draw her. I only get done with her face hair when its time for diner. She sets her painting on the other table to dry. I sneak to look at it, its the armchair.Its so detailed. 

For diner its chicken soup. The only thing I really like in this place. I go to my usual table and eat only a little bit then continue my drawing of Harleen. I finish faster then I thought so I continue eating. Bruce walks over to me and sits.

"Listen Evan, I know you don't like speaking to anybody but I was wondering if it was okay for Harleen to sit with you. In the t.v room was the first thing I've ever seen you do for anyone but yourself...you don't have to speak just let her sit here" he says almost like begging. I nod my head yes and he gets up and brings her to my table. She sits across from me and stares down at her food.She doesn't touch it.

"Hi..." she whispers to me.

"Hi...." I say back "you know, the soup isn't bad...you should eat it..." 

She looks up at me and gives like a little half smile and opens her spork to eat the soup. I smile at her as she continues. I can tell she likes it. "I'm Evan, by the way, your names Harleen right..." I decide I want to actually talk to her.

"Umm....yeah..." she says, still whispering. 

"Is it okay if I call you Harley?" I ask, I don't want to just give her a nick name that she doesn't like.

"No ones ever called me that before...sure.." She says, finally in a loud enough voice. A nurse walks up to her a whispers something in her ear. She gets and smiles at me, then walks off with the nurse. I wonder where she's going. My eyes follow her until she fully leaves. Bruce comes back to me.

"Thank you Evan...for not being an a*s." he says with a smile. I just stick up my middle finger to her and smirk. He chuckles a little then tells everyone to clean up.

-

I shower last and then go to my room. Since I don't really like anyone I have my own room. The window brings in so much moon light.I wait until I hear absolutely no one outside to sneak out of my room. I have to know more about Harley. 

I sneak to the file room and punch in the code. I love how I know it. I turn on the dim light and start searching for her file. After fifteen minutes of completely getting everything out of order I find it. I open it up and sink to the floor to read it.

'Patient Harleen Johnson. Suicidal,depression, insomnia and anxiety. Parents believe Harleen developed OCD after being raped by two men.

Harleen befriended two mean in the ages of 20-23. 

Men raped Harleen over the course of a week after they drugged her at a party.When they finished,they dropped her off at her house and drove off.

She showers at least 7 times a day, in the case that she feels 'dirty' and 'disgusting'.'

I stop reading and close the file. I feel tears start falling down my cheeks. This poor girl. How dare they. How dare they do that to her. She trusted them. If I ever find them, I'll kill them myself.

-

I get back to my room and stare out my window. What she must have went through. It breaks my heart...and I don't care about any one..but I care about her.

I take my sketch and start drawing Harley. Just her eyes and hair. She's beautiful.

I get each freckle. 

-

I wake holding the book in my hands.I start my normal day like always. I shower and head to the cafeteria. Sitting at my table I spot Harley walking over. She sits across from me again and smiles.

"Hi Evan.." she says.

"Hey Harley...um I have something for you." I pull out my black skeleton gloves and slide them to her.

"Oh Evan...thank you.." she slides them on and holds her hand up."why though."

"I saw that you didn't want to be touched so umm..I figured it would be easier to just wear gloves."

"Oh...Thank you Evan..this is...really sweet."

Reviews

[Amaya Sullivan]

First thing is first, I love your name! Also, this story is very well written. It flows nicely even though you do not go in to grave detail of the surrounds I still have a image of place.

I feel like I have to read more because I would like to know more about Evan at this point.