The house of gangs

"I'm a wild orphan who got mixed up you. I've seen violence throughout my life. I guess that's everyone." Horizon Jones is a lot of things: orphan; drug addict; a mental patient and a sixteen year old girl. Join her crazy, messed up life as she struggles with friendships, love and her mind


7. Part Seven

10:36 AM

I'm supposed to be in school right now but I'm too 'sick'.

I kinda am...

I'm under my blanket, in a corner, scared and terrified.


Yesterday night is keep flashing through my mind. Quickly and then disappears. It's kinda like what I did yesterday. Myles saw me after the meeting.

"You ok?"

"I'm fine. You?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."



"Myles... Do you think it's right? You know, what they're doing."

"What WE'RE doing."


"You said what THEY'RE doing. We're gonna do it too."

"I never agreed to any..."


"I need to go."


And I disappeared like that. Quick as a flash. Like Morse code. Like I'm telling him a message. What am I telling him? What am I telling myself?

You're sick.

"No I'm not." I whisper softly.

You're crazy.

"I'm not." I semi-whisper

Yes, you are. You know that. The doctor knows that. The twins know that.

I touch my cheek. Cold and wet. Why am I crying?

"I'm not crazy. I know I'm not."

Stop lying. Stop.

"I'm not lying. The doctor said..."

The 'doctor' looks after mental patients.

"That's a lie, that's a lie, THAT'S A LIE! I'M NOT CRAZY!" 

I stand up, my heart attempting to escape. 

Crazy, crazy, crazy.

"Horizon? Is everything ok?"

I hear footsteps. I look around the room.

Crazy, crazy, crazy.

I look around the small, lifeless room but all I see is a blur. I shut my eyes violently, whispering 'help me, help me, help me'. I stop and grab my head, thinking it will block all the voices. It feels like there's millions of thoughts in it.

"What's going on?" The voice is louder. Why is she here? What does she want? Eyes still closed, my feet drag me towards the voice, towards Jill. 

"Horizon! What are you..."

I hear a hoarse voice, belonging to Jill. My hands are tightened on something, long and thin. I open my eyes and see someone's hands on Jill's neck, her eyes bulging, mouth wide open, making strangled noises.

"Jill..." I whisper.


I take a step back and watch Jill fall to the ground, holding her neck, gasping for air. She starts to wheeze and looks at me with her horrified, piercing blue eyes. 

"Jill, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." 

I scan the room, frantically, and grab items I need. I exit the room, hopefully for the last time and...




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