Poisoned With Love


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"You know that i'm doing this for your own good?" My mum asked me. I simply nodded as we walked into the large doors. Inside the walls, floor, roof, chairs well everything were white. She sat me down while she went to the desk. After a few moments I was called up. 

"Annabelle Ray." the lady called I stood up. 

"It's Anna." I mumbled.

"Hi I'm Cathy. Well your mum and the doctor have been discussing about a new rehabilitation method. You would room with a boy instead of a girl. Is that all right with you?" She asked I simply nodded. I said my goodbyes and was led to my room. Cathy was pointing out things and people to me but it was all just a blur. She open my door and ushered me in. 

"I hope you enjoy your stay." She said before shutting and locking the door. I laid on my bed and enjoyed the silence and darkness. I heard the door unlock but made no effort to move. I watched as a young boy was pushed into the room by an older man. Probably him father. The boy turned around. The lighting of the room made him look so young. The father struck the boy hard in the face. He winced at the contact.

"You are so stupid. Nothing in your life is hard, you get everything and anything you want. I can't believe I am wasting my money on this bullshit." The father spat.

"Oh don't act like this is a tragedy now you get to run around with your little whores at night while mom is at home, without me there to notice. And don't act all self righteous I am the one who paid YOUR fucking mortgage off." The boy snarled. The father punched him in the gut then the jaw. He stormed out. The boy lent against the wall and sank down. He let his head fall back. He was blinking a lot trying not to let the tears fall out. His jaw was now slightly discolored. I got up quietly. 

"Are you alright?" I asked quietly. His head snapped in my direction.

"Does it look like I'm alright?" He spat. I took a step back surprised. His face softened. "Sorry, yeah I'm fine." He corrected. I walked over and sat next to him.

"I'm Anna." I said sticking out my hand. He took it.

"Zayn." He said.

"Well Zayn, don't lie to me. Are you alright?" I asked him. He chuckled.

"no. no I'm not." He whispered. He focused his eyes on his hands that were in his lap. I rested my head on his shoulder. His head rested on mine. 

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