Three days later and I was still in hospital. I was bored out of my mind but thankful I was still here in a way. The moment they let me go I would have nowhere the go to. I couldn't go home. That was certain. He would severely punish me, for sure, if he ever found me again.
"Crystal?" The sound of the blonde boy's voice, who introduced himself as Niall Horan yesterday, floats through the wooden door. I don't say anything, just continue to stare out of the window at the hospital garden. It had dawned on me suddenly the second day I was in here, that this was the mental ward of the hospital.
"How are you feeling?" He asks and when I don't reply, he sighs slightly and takes a seat on the chair directly infront of my line of sight.
"Do you want anything to drink?" He raises his eyebrows at me and I swallow, feeling the dryness of my throat. I nod slowly and he jumps up from the chair before rushing out of the room again. A few moments lately, he returns with a polysterene cup. He offers it to me and I eye it warily.
"It's tea," He says with his accent and I frown slightly.
"You've never had a cup of tea before?" He looks at me with his eyebrows drawn, a ghost of a smile apparent on his lips. I reach out and take it before cradling it in my hands. We both sit in silence for a long time, me gingerly sipping the hot liquid from the cup every so often and letting it run down my throat. It was delicious. My parents had only ever drunk coffee so we'd never had tea in the house; hence me never trying it before.
"Where are you from?" I ask suddenly, startling both me and him. He smiles slightly at me and I look down at the cup in my hands; feeling his heavy gaze on my face.
"A small town called Mullingar, in Ireland." He replies with a larger smile and I almost smile too. The way he talked about it sounded as though he was proud to be from such a wonderful place.
"And you?" He returns, leaning forward in his seat and resting his elbows on his knees; hands clenched underneath his chin.
"I was born in London but I moved here a few years ago," I tell him, choking back memories of moving into the new house with my parents when I was ten years old. He nods and smiles apologetically, sensing that I didn't like to talk about myself.
"I think they're letting you out tomorrow," Niall says softly as I take another sip of tea. I nod once, letting him know that I heard him.
"Do you... Are you going to go home?" His voice is careful; scared of how I'm going to react. I bite my chapped lips and meet his eyes.
"Yes." I reply, my voice sounding foreign to me. It felt wrong to lie to him; he'd only been nice to me since I'd woken up. He doesn't say anything, just nods before saying he's going to go home. He says goodbye to me before leaving the room. I put the now mostly empty polystyrene cup on the small table beside me and let my head fall back onto the pillow. My thoughts drift to where I'm actually going to go. I had no where. No where at all. I'd lost contact with a lot of my family as they stopped visiting when my mother died. I was never allowed any contact with them either and I knew that everyone else would be in school. Not that I was friends with any of them enough to stay at their houses. I got through the last few years at school with no one. I was stared at and whispered about but I always thought I was better than that. But it got to me. Slowly and slowly. It dragged me down. My once best friends were embarrassed to be seen with me. They didn't want to know me. No one did. I slowly let my eyes drift shut as tears threaten to fall.
"You're free to go, Miss Evers." The doctor says before the nurse, who I'd gotten to know since being in hospital was named Mai, enters the room as he leaves.
"Ready to go, Crystal?" She asks with a cheery smile. I nod and give her a wavering smile back.
"I'll be round to check on you every other day for a month remember," She notes and I nod, my stomach pinging with nerves.
"Would you like me to call you a cab home? Or are your parents coming to pick you up?" Mai looks up at me and I swallow, tears clouding my vision.
"Oh, Crystal, Darling!" She exclaims in her motherly voice as she rushes over to me.
"What's wrong?" I stand still as she hugs me. I hadn't been hugged in... years. It was strange but... relaxing and... nice.
"I-I can't go home," I tremble into her chest. She strokes my hair gently and begins to talk in a soft voice.
"Then you won't go home," She declares, pulling back to look at me at arms length.
Two hours later and I was still sitting on the hospital bed, watching a female and a male police officer leave the room. The female stops to have a hushed conversation with Mai in the doorway and Mai gently closes the door, in order for me not to hear. I fiddle aimlessly with my fingers until Mai arrives back inside with a smile on her face.
"Are you sure about this?" I ask, with raised eyebrows. Mae just nods reassuringly and gives my hand a gently pat.
"He'll take good care of you, love." Her eyes twinkle and she hugs me again as he enters the room.
"Ready?" He asks with a smile, looking around. I pull back from Mae and nod, looking at him and taking a shaky breath.
"I'll see you in the morning, Crystal."