Teenage Criminals

'If I told you would you take it the wrong way?'
His hot breath hit the side of my face making me flush.
'I will take it anyway you want.'
I whisper slowly into his ears. Closing my eyes. I fell him wrapped his arms around me tight.
*******
This was a mistake. He was a mistake. I should've let him close to me. I was only ever going to corrupt him.
See I am not like all the other girls. I am dangerous. I don't take shit from anyone.
I am a trained fighter. I am the "Bad-Girl" in school. But I don't see it that way.
I see it as I am one of the few girls who can stand up for herself. Who never makes mistakes.
But I did make a mistake and that is falling in love with a good boy named Harry Styles

(Non-famous One Direction fanfic)

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27. Chapter Twenty Six

         Over the first three days in the hospital I was placed on anti depressants and mood stabilizers. After I refused to eat, drink, or talk to anyone.  They had to placed another IV in me.  To give me fluids and the nutrients I need. I would stare into space drooling. Harry, Juliet, Alice, Joey, Lucas, and Jeremy would come and stay with me until the nurse said it was time for them to leave. No one would ever say a word. Harry would hold my hand never moving from my side. Never moving. There was an occasional cry. But other then that everyone remained quiet.  

        They doctors decided to put me on a 72 hour Psychiatric  hold.  Meaning that no one would be able to come and see me. I would also be on a different floor in a different room. I would be forced to see a therapist though I wouldn't talk. They would also try different medicines in different quantities on me to see how I would react to them.  It didn't matter though all they did was change how tired I was or how much I would space out.  I still wouldn't eat or drink anything. The only way they could get me to take the medicine is by injecting it through my IV. I was staring at the T.V. that the nurse turns on every morning and off at night.  If you asked me what was on I couldn't tell you. If you asked me why I was here I wouldn't know the answer. I could barely remember my own name.  The situation itself seemed like a sick twisted nightmare.  

      I heard the door open but I didn't look to see who it was. I heard talking but I paid no attention to them.  Someone grabbed my hand but I still remained unfazed. My eyes slowly drifted to the person grabbing my hand. His green eyes were sad and familiar. His curly  hair a mess. Harry. 

    Instantly anger grew inside of me. This was the first real emotion I felt without the drugs playing a part in it. My heart rate monitor started to beep rapidly. I yanked my hand away from him not wanting to be touched by him. A crushed look spread across his face. The doctor came up next to him . 

"Aria, is everything alright? This is Harry remember. Your boyfriend."  She talked real slowly.

"Leave. Get him out of here." I spoke for the first time in almost a week. I watch a heartbroken look spread across his face.

"This is great progress Mr.Styles.  She both moved and talked. Even though what she said might have hurt you. It means she is making progress and you are helping her with that." The doctor told Harry as if I wasn't here.

"This is progress. She hates me. She doesn't want me here. The girl I love doesn't want me here. She recoils at my touch. How is that progress?" He started screamed. 

"The last 72 hours she hasn't moved on her own. She hasn't spoke. She hasn't showed any emotion. She did those when you were here. I believe that is a improvement. But before she can be released she has to eat three separate meals, drink four cups of water, and take her medicine by herself." 

"Okay, I am going to leave because it is quite clear she does not want me here." He said excusing himself. I just turned my head and started to stare mindlessly into the T.V.  The doctor followed Harry out. Leaving me once again in the room alone.  

     Every day Harry would come to visit me. Every Time I would get angry. The doctor and Harry would always talk as if I wasn't there. They kept changing my medicine. Each different brands of anti-psychotics, anti-depression, and mood stabilizers.  I finally ended up eating something.  They seemed  overjoyed.  I just wanted to get out of here. So when I did start to eat they kept me on the medication I was on at the time. 

    I took the medicine they told me too. And drank the four cups of water they gave me. I stopped yelling at Harry. Soon they decided to release me. Harry came and picked me up that day. As I finished signing the discharge papers as Harry walked into my room handing me clothes. I made my way to the bathroom changed into the sweats he gave me.  Before I left the doctor handed me three prescriptions for the medicine I have placed on.  She told me not to mix them with other drugs or alcohol.  She also told me when to take them and to take them with food.  I told her that I would and thanked her for the help. Even though I didn't mean it. We left the hospital, Harry lead me to the car.  I got into the passenger side door. As Harry got into the driver side door. Harry drove to the pharmacy to get my prescriptions.  We both remained silent during the drive there. We never talked to each other.  And I was glad because I just wanted to stay away from Harry. But silence was the next best thing. 

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