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#and in another chapter she asked in an incredibly scared and shaky manner if perhaps her teacher was into men
capisback · 3 years
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romance manga tend to be so bi-vibed because the girls tend to be attracted to girls a lot and sometimes it can get you a little giddy but then they say something incredibly homophobic and you’re like oh! forgot about that!
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eltanin-malfoy · 5 years
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Too Late (Kill Or Be Killed V)
pairing : draco/fem-collegestudent!y/n 
word count : 3.9k
Chapter 1 2 3 4
warnings : swearing, sexual themes, mentions of rape/murder/drugging, angst (duh!), slight fluff
a/n : last part! i will most likely write up an epilogue in the future but.. not any time soon, sadly. (sorry for using the ugliest trope ever) thank you @unpeustupide for beta-ing!!!!!
Jesus Fucking Christ. 
Y/N had run her fingers down Draco’s arm slightly as they’d talked on her couch,and he’d thought that was the end of any sort of physical contact between them. 
But, oh boy, had he been wrong. 
He certainly hadn’t anticipated the night ending with a hand up under her shirt, rubbing at her bare back underneath it, as she squirmed on his lap, giggling at the rare moments their mouths didn’t attempt to devour one another, barely looking for a breath. 
He opened his eyes and looked into hers, the skin under her eyes crinkling the slightest bit as she smiled. He returned it but was quick to push their faces together again, bringing his other hand up and pressing it to her cheek. She let out the slightest sound, probably of surprise, and he took it as encouragement, sliding the tip of his tongue over the curve of her lower lip.
He could barely even recall the events that’d led them up to this point. It seemed as if she’d really just jumped into his arms (but had she? What had even gone down..?). Thoughts weren’t exactly coming to him clearly, what with all his blood rushing to..well. She couldn’t possibly be drugged again, could she? 
No, of course not. I’ve been with her ever since.
But I suppose.. it wouldn’t hurt to check. 
He pulled away from her and brought his hand to her jaw, holding her face in place. He gazed into her eyes intently, they seemed to hold the furthest stars on the sky and the deepest depths of the ocean in them.. No. Focus, Draco. He checked to see if they were unusually red or dilated or.. something else entirely.
 Well, they were dilated. But then again, probably so were his.
He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could… everything faded to black.
His eyes were open but it really was dark. Wherever he was. He attempted to bring his hands to his eyes, to rub at them sleepily and try to clear up whatever sort of darkness there was in front of him. No it was a blindfold, given his face felt rather numb, but nothing could ever be that dark.  He found his arms restrained, tied up. A bit more fidgeting informed him that practically all of his limbs were secured and that he was only really capable of wiggling his torso and his neck the slightest bit. He was sprawled over wooden chair and the back of his neck was aching, probably after having been there for a while. 
The slightest inkling of what might be happening suddenly popped up in Draco’s mind.
I certainly didn’t.. couldn’t have! I suppose for the right.. no! I don’t remember talking about anything to do with something like.. this. Didn’t think she’d be into S & M like this, frankly. Did she drug me this time and then..tie me up..? Could she have done that to me? No! NO!
He started to struggle and then, to his relief, he felt his jeans rub against his thighs, he was still fully clothed and nothing really felt too.. sore, well, not unless you counted what was certainly beginning to stir between his legs. Goddammit. Fucking… wait.
Did that even happen? The kissing? The feeling up? The.. everything?
Draco attempted to run through the evening’s events. He’d gone to work, droned through a shift, encountered his worst nightmare, agreed to spend some time with her after his shift, been caught off guard by her actually being.. nice, for once, had some drinks and then… he’d..
He’d obviously gotten too hammered, made out with her and then agreed to something he definitely wouldn’t have otherwise, had he been sober.  
Or.. perhaps not. It just seemed too odd. He really did dream up everything like that with her. And this was some sort of nasty old prank.
“Y/N? Are you.. there?” He finally worked up the courage to call out to her. His voice sounded raspier than normal, and it was only then that he realised that his throat was parched. And that his stomach felt worryingly too empty. 
She couldn’t have.. tied me up and gone off to do something else, right? 
SHE HASN’T LEFT ME SOMEWHERE NO ONE ELSE COULD EVER FIND ME, RIGHT?
“Y/N!?” He almost yelled out, trying his absolute hardest to tug his wrists away from the arms of the chair, but to no avail. 
“Yes!” He finally heard her reply. “Coming.” She sounded weirdly relaxed. Was this something she got up to often? Tying partners up in her house?
Is this why her and Cormac broke up..? Now was he her partner?
What am I doing?
The sound of her footsteps grew louder and he could hear that she’d drawn closer. It was so quiet but he could feel her breath quiver on his lips. He was burning up. . He was about to open his mouth and ask her to please, please help him out of whatever this was and tell him what happened last night.. But Y/N suddenly chose to laugh, quite loudly too.
“Wha-” Of course. She’d seen it. The very painful thing making its presence known only now. His legs were obviously bound such that it was… agonizingly obvious through his jeans. His legs secured to either leg of the chair presented ample view that too. FUCK.
His face heated up almost instantly and he oh, so desperately wanted to cross his legs. He suddenly ran through the thoughts that tended to force any heat out of his mind. Soccer plays from the last decade.. cute pugs..  maybe if he thought of recent disasters..
But it was no good. She kept fighting her way back in. She was the fucking plague. Her piercing gaze. Her soft lips, her figure that slipped perfectly into his arms when she sat on him. A jigsaw piece to fit perfectly into him.
Of course, he had a jigsaw piece he so wanted to fit into her.
So badly.
He should be ashamed. He is completely off-task. Some Malfoy he is. But he just doesn’t fucking care. She’s what he wants to do, his new mission. Maybe, perhaps, just possibly : he was in love with her. Perhaps the stalking and the loathing had been some sort of cover for his actual feelings. And now, he felt dizzy, hot - 
“Hush.” She finally said, presumably inching closer to him. “Let me.” 
He squeezed his eyes shut, preparing himself (hopefully, very, very hopefully) for the sound of the girl in front of him getting on her knees in front of him, or perhaps the feeling of her body heat against him. Hey, maybe she’d even take some mercy on him and move into his lap, writhe against what longed to be touched, kiss him while he still had the blindfold on, bite his lip and tug at his hair in the animalistic manner he so desired. 
Or at least, he expected to hear the clatter of his stupid belt buckle as she undid it.
But that isn’t what happened at all.
Instead, he felt her hands delicately reach around his head and untie the blindfold which was tight round his face. He kept his eyes shut, bracing himself for the sunlight probably flashing into the room, as well as what the girl in front him was likely wearing.
I wonder.. 
He normally would have gone ahead and been more snarky. Would have asked her what she was wearing before he even came close to taking a glimpse. But no. 
Today, he was too desperate.
He opened his eyes and was greeted with the sight of Y/N grinning down at him, hair slightly messy while she wore a very appealing.. little, black dress.
Oh, how his dreams were all coming true.
He let his eyes trail down her figure… she hadn’t left a lot for him to imagine for himself, oh thank you, Jesus. God knew what she had on underneath it. Maybe, just maybe, she had a matching pair of lingerie. Maybe he would tease her, just a little bit. Give her a little smug ‘All for me?’ or something along those lines.
The ties on his limbs were far too restrictive for him to peel it off of her himself.. but it would be quite fun to watch her stri- 
“So you were thinking about me, Draco? In your dreams, I mean?” She started again and his eyes darted to her face. She lifted her hand slightly and Draco almost drew back in fear at what he saw.
A knife gleamed in her fist. 
He stared up at her, incredibly afraid. Was this the sort of thing she was really into? If so.. even Draco had his limits.
She began to laugh again, wrinkling her nose adorably. “Settle down.. I’m not going to use this on you. Not unless you force me to, darling.” 
Draco could only really ponder over what the hell she meant by that. He could soon feel the aching between his legs basically shrinking as he kept his eyes on the knife.
“So.. I didn’t know you were into BDSM.” “I’m not! And.. what do you mean by that..? You must be into this.. Right?” 
“I’d think you should’ve been a little bit more scared about this if you aren’t into it. Pretty out of context otherwise, you know.” She squinted down at him.
“But um.. last night? Didn’t we-?” “No, Draco. You passed out while we were talking..and, so I took it upon myself to.. you know.”
Draco found himself dumbfounded. So.. it really was a dream. It was frankly, far too vivid-
“So, I was right. You actually are into me and everything.”
“If you want to put it so bluntly, yes, I suppose I am.”
“So.. that’s why you were stalking me and everything? Wanted a piece of me all along, did you?” “What? No!” 
“Oh, come on. Don’t play dumb with me. Did you want revenge or something?”
“What the- No! What are you even talking about?”
“I’m not that stupid, Draco. Tell me why you were after me.”
“What the fuck? How do y- I don’t know!”
“Oh come on, so you.. wanted to rape me or something? As revenge?”
“No! No! Of course not! What are you even talking about? Do you think it was me who drugged you? Because it wasn’t!” 
“I know.. but.. stop that!” She crossed her arms, taking care to hold the knife out a little more.
“Stop what..?” His voice grew shaky with anxiety.
“Stop lying to me, Malfoy! I know you know everything.”
“I don’t! How do you.. How do you even know my last name? I know for a fact I never told you what it was.”
“The little bit of research I did was enough for me to find out about your parents. ’Draco’ is not a common name, like, at all. It’s quite funny, actually. Why would anyone name their child ‘dragon’?”
“It’s a reference to the constellation! In my mum’s famil-”
“Do you really think I care?” She huffed, glaring at him even more. “Even at the hospital, I saw.. those syringes in your jacket. Tell me what those were about. Are you some sort of addict?”
“Just.. let me out of this so I can explain myself.” “I would never. You’ll do it now or I’ll take a leaf out my.. my father’s book and make sure you never see the light of day again.”
“A-alright..” He looked nervously at the knife and then back at her face, gulping audibly. “So what do you want from me?”
“The truth”, She knelt, looking him in the eye.
“So-so.. I.. I might have just.. kindofplannedonmurderingyou.” He looked to the side, focusing on a very interesting patch of the wall.
“What?”
“I might have planned on.. murdering you. But.. I swear.. after that night at the hospital, I knew I could never.”
She exhaled loudly. “I knew it! I knew you had some sort of ulterior motive.. so it is because you wanted revenge? Or because you needed to get those drugs of yours?”
“No! You have it all wr-” He exclaimed but fell silent as that devilish look in her eyes grew again.
She stepped closer to him and held the knife dangerously close to his face. Her eyes were scarily wide and she grit her teeth. Draco felt goosebumps rising all over his skin and sweat trickling down the back of his neck. He definitely didn’t look as put together as he did when he set out for work the night before.
“I swear to god. Do not make me use this on you already.”. She took a deep breath. “All this time you’ve confused the hell out of me. I was trying to figure out how to get you to my place at first. You aren’t exactly easy to carry.. so I flirted with you a little, then made you come over to mine, which you did way too happily, by the way. So, I decided to slip you a date rape drug and see how you’d like it!”
“Why would you do that? Didn’t you-” “Again, because I knew you wanted revenge! And now that I know you know about me.. I can’t possibly let you out of here alive, now can I?”
Draco fell silent again, knowing his time was very much over. He was going to have to confess and then .. face the consequences. Was there anything he could do at this point? She was absolutely going to end all of this. Suddenly, everything flashed before his eyes.
His parents, still in prison, learning about him going missing. Wouldn’t they be devastated? All his old friends, wouldn’t they feel awful about leaving him all by himself once he lost fortune?  Even fucking Weasley! He bet that tosser would cry about it. Or maybe not. Hard to tell. 
“I d-didn’t want revenge. I don’t know why I would. It’s true that I tried to learn more about you..and I might have attempted to stalk you. But it didn’t work out very well. Obviously. I was genuinely just cu-curious about murder. I swear. I did-”
“How can you be curious about murder?”
“I know.. I seriously wasn’t thinking. I was basically quite interested with this one serial killer. You might have heard of him.. um.. Richard Hoyt.” 
She rolled her eyes and looked at him sternly. “Now you’re seriously just mocking me.”
“No.. I… what do you even mean?”
“You know.” “I don’t! I’ve told you so many times, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“He is.. well, was my father. I have no control over it, so I really don’t appreciate your teasing.”
What..? Now, she had to be joking. 
He forced out a nervous laugh but Y/N merely squinted back at him, and so he stopped. 
“That can’t be true, can it?”
“And why not?”
“Your surname isn’t.. Hoyt. And you look nothing like him.” He certainly wasn’t as beguiling. “Well, obviously I wouldn’t keep my serial killer father’s name, would I? It’s my mum’s. She had to change it after he was convicted. And, that’s just pure genetic luck, really.”
“So your mum and.. him. Seriously.”
Draco had no idea what to say and just stared up at her in silence. This was way too much information for him to process at once. How was he supposed to devise a plot for himself to escape? It certainly was game over for him.. but maybe.. just maybe.. If he could buy himself some time.
“So.. you’re going to kill me?”
“As far as I can see, yes, I am.” “But you can’t.”
“And why is that?” “I-I have a family. And… friends. And a job. They’ll all know I went missing.”
“You aren’t close to any loved ones, I know that. As for your job.. I doubt they care much about cashiers who stop showing up.”
Shit.
“I… I can’t die like this, Y/N, please.”
“What do you mean?”
“I.. can’t die like this. I.. wanted more from life. I wanted to finish my Chemistry degree. Get married. Have a family.” “Oh please.. Don’t give me that mushy stuff. You came very close to killing me. Or at least to attempting to kill me. None of that came back to you then?”
Fuck. 
“You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you did.”
She actually looked nervous at that. Maybe.. he did have a chance.
“If.. you let me go now, I won’t tell anybody anything. I swear. We can just pretend this never happened.” “Oh, please. I.. I’m not that simple.” “Come on, Y/N, please. Have you actually ever done this before?”
“No.”
“Then.. then.. just.. don’t.. not tied up like this. At least give me that.”
“How.. can I?”
“Just.. just.. untie my arms. Please.”
He coaxed himself to grow a bit teary. The images of his own mother growing sad at his demise helped a lot. To his surprise (which he did his best to conceal), Y/N’s expression softened. Considerably. Maybe, to some very slight extent, Y/N returned his feelings. But of course, that didn’t matter at the moment. Not when she was ready to kill him. 
“O-okay. But you can’t try anything.” 
She leaned over slightly and set her hands on right wrist, slowly untying the material around it. Draco’s eyes lay on her and he couldn’t bring himself to look away. Was she really going to kill him? Or at least, would she try to? For now, maybe he should treasure these last few moments. He’d never felt this intensely about anything, it seemed. Even if he did make it out alive, would he be able to just.. accept everything? How.. she had tried to kill him?
Her fingertips brushed against his skin as she went along, and Draco relished every little touch. She removed the ties around both his wrists and Draco lifted his forearms up slightly, then smiled at her. Somehow, she smiled back at him. He set his palms on her cheeks and she didn’t shift away. If only he could just.. 
“My.. my elbows too, please?”
“I..okay.” Her voice was uncharacteristically soft.
She undid those ties as well and Draco lifted his arms up for the first time in many hours. He still sort of wanted to gather her up in them and pull her onto his lap.. But no. He needed to get out. 
“T-tell me.. “ “What?” “Tell me everything. I.. at least deserve that. If I don’t have much more to live for..” Draco crosses his arms, but only in a ruse to scope out how much more material he had to get rid of before he could wriggle free and run.
“Fine.. I guess I should. I didn’t think anything of you at first. By the Tesco and everything. I just thought you were some prick. But.. I saw you that night. At Cormac’s building. I genuinely couldn’t understand why you were even watching me at all. At first, I chalked it up to mere coincidence.. but.. then.. The next day. With the dog. 
“Was it even yours? I was so confused. Did you really think you could outsmart me with.. some cap and sunglasses? You truly are infuriating. I thought it was perhaps.. a relative or something at first. But you still looked too much like you and a bit of your hair poked out the back, so I knew it was definitely you. I can’t believe you acted like that. I still have no idea why you would have done that. That’s why I decided to look up your stupid name and left that stupid envelope in your mailbox.
“Then.. I saw that you were viewing my Instagram stories. That was when it started driving me up the wall. Did you think I couldn’t see or something? Your username isn’t exactly subtle, you know. I figured you were tracking my movements.. So I laid out a little trap. And you fell right into it. Came right to the pub and everything, all by yourself. You really are one hell of an amateur..
“Then, I had to go ahead and make that dumb mistake. I put the pill in your drink and took a sip from it myself. I can’t believe I was that daft.. “
“That was you?! You.. you did that to yourself? You meant that for me?”
“Shut up. Don’t you dare interrupt me.” Her voice was oddly shaky, and it had been growing shakier every second she had spoken.
But she didn’t even continue. She put the knife down, covered her face with her hands and began to shake slightly. Although he felt so very bad, like he just wanted to hold her, console her, never let her go.. This was the perfect time for an exit.
And so, he undid all the ties, anywhere he could find them, around his neck, around his chest, up and down his legs, everywhere. He kicked them all off and stood up, as softly as possible. And then … he froze. She was crying. He could hear it. Sniffles and everything.
He couldn’t leave. Not like this.
He took a deep breath and walked over to her, then turned her around. Her cheeks were wet and her eyes slightly pink near the rims. She looked up at him with her eyes wide. “Draco..? How did you-”
He couldn’t possibly let her continue, so he shut her up. With a kiss. He cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers, just like he had in that stupid dream. 
Fuck. Her lips felt better than he ever imagined them to be. Soft and everything he could ever wish for. Actually returning his kiss. He tilted his head and brought their faces even closer, letting his tongue swipe at her bottom lip before she opened her mouth slightly and let him in. 
Oh, how badly he wanted to lose himself in the kiss. To just forget everything. To keep tasting the spearmint toothpaste the girl had used. To stay this close. To let his hands roam over her body. To finally see what was under that gorgeous dress. 
But no. Of course not. The universe wasn’t going to let him do that.
And so, he brought a hand to her neck and felt around until he found her jugular. And he did what he had to do. He pressed down on it. 
It was the perfect way to knock someone out. To be careful and just.. find their pulse point. And it worked just the way he wanted it to. She almost fell onto him, but he caught her. And he looked her over. Her adorable sleeping face. Just like in the hospital. 
For the last time. 
He set her down on the floor carefully, crossing her legs so no one could chance a peek. (Not even him! He was ready to wait. Perhaps this wasn’t the right time to think of something like that..) He even ran his hand through her hair so it looked a little more tame. He allowed himself one final glance at her lips.. 
But then, he knew what he had to do and he forced himself out of the room.
It wasn’t long before he found his way out and ran as fast as he could do to the nearest bus stop. But… he didn’t know what he was running from. Her, or whatever he could have had with her. 
Too late. 
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fanficshiddles · 5 years
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Seeking control, Chapter 10
‘Miss Cooper?’
Ellie heard the voice, though it sounded far away. The voice was unrecognisable too.
‘Miss Cooper?’ The voice said again.
Ellie tried to focus, to wake up. Her head was spinning, everything was black. But soon, she managed to come round. Her eyes fluttered open and everything slowly came into focus. There was a stranger, a man, looming over her.
‘Ah, Miss Cooper. Glad to see you’re awake.’ He smiled.
Ellie’s eyes widened, everything was so bright and white. She shot upwards in panic as she looked around the room. The man was wearing a black suit, while there was two men standing by the door who were wearing white overalls, like they would at a hospital.  
‘Where am I? What the hell is going on?’ Ellie stood up and stumbled slightly, the man caught her.
‘You’re alright. My name is Mr Fassbender. I own this hospital. You’ve come into my care after some unfortunate… incidents.’ He frowned, concerned for her.
‘What? Hospital? What is this…’ She trailed off when she looked around again, realising it was no normal hospital. ‘No, no. This isn’t right, there’s been a mistake. I’m not crazy!’ She said, her voice getting higher and higher as she began to freak out more. She then noticed she wasn’t wearing her normal clothes anymore, she was wearing blue jogging bottoms and a blue jumper.
‘Miss Cooper, please calm down. We are here to help you, that’s why you are here. To help you get better.’ He said in a slightly condescending tone.
‘No! There’s nothing wrong with me, look at me! Do I look insane to you?’ She screeched and ran to the large window, but upon looking out all she could see were fields surrounding the place out with the 20ft tall brick wall, with barbed wire along the top.
She turned around to Michael again. ‘Please. There’s been a mistake! How did I get here?’
‘There is no mistake, Miss Cooper. Please sit down so we can discuss what you can expect here.’ He motioned to the table again where she’d just come from.
‘No! I need to see someone. This isn’t right!’ She rushed to the door, but the two men there simply blocked her way. ‘MOVE!’ She shouted and tried pushing past, but she was quickly immobilised by them and dragged back over towards Michael.
‘Please! Stop this!’ She cried and continued to try and get away.
‘Sedate her.’ Michael demanded.
‘NO! DON’T YOU DARE! YOU FUCKERS LET ME GO! I DON’T BELONG HERE!’ She had no option, she was held fast while one of the men pulled out a needle from his pocket and quickly injected it into her neck.
It was almost instant; her head fell forwards as she went under. Her body limp, only being held up by the men.
Michael looked at Ellie, then at his men. ‘Put her into the time out room.’
The men nodded and dragged her away, letting her feet drag along the floor behind her.
It was an hour before Ellie came round from her sedation, she was in a room completely covered with soft padding so no one could hurt themselves. She couldn’t even figure out where the door was, because it seemed to blend in with the walls.
Ellie screamed hysterically and threw herself against the padded wall.
This was wrong, all wrong.
She wasn’t crazy.
She shouldn’t be in here.
‘I DON’T BELONG IN HERE! THERE’S BEEN A MISTAKE. PLEASE LET ME OUT!’ She sobbed.
Giving up, she put her back against the wall and slid down into a heap, face in her hands. Never in her life had she felt so terrified, so lost and alone.
She was left in the padded room for the night, when morning finally arrived two nurses came to let her out. They both guided her through the hospital with firm grips on her upper arms to an appointment room.
Ellie’s eyes widened when she was pushed into the room, she saw Doctor Hiddleston stood there. She couldn’t believe it. She was so relieved to see someone she knew. Not entirely sure what came over her, she ran over and hugged him tightly, crying.
‘Woah, hey. It’s alright, Ellie.’ He soothed, putting his arms around her and rubbing her back.
‘I’m so relieved to see you.’ She sobbed, holding on tightly to him and never wanting to let go.
‘Shh, shh. It will be alright.’ Tom stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head, a big grin on his face hidden from her. He managed to eventually prise her arms from around his waist and got her to sit down on the sofa next to him, his face turning to concern.
He handed her a tissue to wipe her tears. ‘I must say, I was surprised when I got the call that one of my patients had been admitted here. Even more surprised when I learned it was you.’ He kept his tone low and calm whilst rubbing her back in a soothing manner, because she was still incredibly upset and distressed.
‘You have to get me out of here. I don’t belong here. I’m not insane!’ She begged and clutched at his shirt.
‘Calm down, Ellie.’ He said firmly, but gently. ‘You wouldn’t have been admitted here without reason. You tried to kill yourself, darling. You need the help that can be offered here.’
‘I… I didn’t.’ She frowned, confused and scared.
Tom gently gripped her wrist and slid her sleeve up, revealing a huge cut on her forearm that had been stitched. Ellie’s eyes widened, she never noticed it in all her panic and fear. Did she really do that to herself?
‘It would’ve been a lot worse if I hadn’t found you when I did three days ago. You were bleeding, badly. I thought there had been a robbery gone wrong. But then I got the call from the manager here. You attempted to harm the nurses and doctors at the hospital who stitched you up. Then you tried to jump out of the window of the fifth floor.’ Tom’s voice went shaky at the last part, he looked truly worried and concerned for his patient. He wrapped her hands in his large ones. ‘You’re in the right place, Ellie. I had no idea that things were this bad. I feel I have failed you as your doctor. But I am going to help you get better.’
His tone was soft and caring. She could see by his eyes that he genuinely cared about her. But she was in shock, not only could she not remember anything of what he said, it just seemed totally out of character for her.
The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in her own bed, happy and content with her life. How could she not remember harming herself and then ending up here? Three days was missing from her memory.
But Ellie trusted her Doctor and neighbour, why wouldn’t she? Perhaps he was right. Perhaps they all were…
Maybe she was going crazy.
‘I don’t… I don’t remember anything. I went to bed to sleep, I think… Why don’t I remember?’ She asked, panicked as she grabbed his shirt and held onto him tightly, as if for her life.
‘Shhh, it’s ok.’ Tom managed to prise her hands from his now wrinkled shirt and he held them tightly. ‘I’m going to help you, I promise. Once you’re better, you will be home before you know it. Sometimes when there are more issues going on with the brain, it can make you forget important events. At times we want to block out the bad, only allowing the good to remain.’
Ellie looked down, tears fell down her face as she then looked back up at Tom. ‘I’m so scared, Tom.’ She whispered.
He reached up with one hand and wiped her tears, then cupped her cheek. ‘I know, sweetheart. I know. But you are perfectly safe here, I promise.’
‘I just want to go home.’ She squeaked.
‘You can’t, Ellie. Not yet. It will take time. Come here.’ He tugged her over to him again and embraced her, without hesitation she moved in for his hug and hid her face into the crook of his neck.
‘I won’t let anything bad happen to you, darling.’ He promised her while rubbing her back in soothing circles.
Tom stayed with her for a while, just holding her until she calmed down. Then a couple of nurses came in to take her to her room.
‘Now, you need to be a good girl and do as you’re told. If you’re reluctant to accept help here, it will take longer to get you better. Ok?’ Tom said firmly, but softly.
‘Please, don’t go. I’m scared.’ She said, her voice shaky again as she gripped his arm.
‘I have to, sweetheart. I need to work. But I will come back tomorrow morning to see you, I promise. Now, promise me you will be behave?’
She nodded. She certainly didn’t want to get put back into the padded room again, that was for sure.
Ellie went calmly with the nurses. They showed her around first, briefly showing her the common area, the cafeteria and then to her room.
It was larger than she thought it would be. But simple. There was a small TV built into the wall near the corner but with no remote so she had to use the buttons on the TV, in the opposite corner was her bed. That was pretty much it, there was a door that she presumed was the bathroom.
She was left there and she had another breakdown again, crying in the corner. She couldn’t believe she was there. It was awful.
Things were even worse when she went into the bathroom and discovered that the taps only ran for a few seconds before they turned off again. And there were no plugs, so no option for a bath either.
Going back into the room, she sat on the bed and put her head in her hands. She couldn’t wrap her head around this. How she had ended up in here… Why would she try and harm herself, never mind try killing herself? It just didn’t sound like her, no matter how bad her anxiety got she would never do such a thing.
A nurse came back an hour later to check on her, also bringing her a sandwich too. She struggled to eat all of it though, too much nerves.
She was exhausted though, she managed to curl up on the bed to sleep. But was rudely awoken, every, single, hour. When someone came to check on her, turning the lights on each time just to take a few seconds look at her before turning the lights off again and leaving.
It was going to be a long night for poor Ellie.
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