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Secrets pt 1

Here I am sitting in this oh so lovely room with cushioned walls and a single mattress in the lonely corner. I can hear the moans and screams of my fellow insane friends coming from the other secluded rooms. I am not insane…why am I here? I tell a story of what happens there and they send me to this God forsaken place!

While I was staring into the abyss of cushions in my room and wandering in my scatter brained thoughts a doctor walked in. “Hello Jamie how are you this morning?” said the mystery doctor. I couldn’t get a good look at his face with the shadows dancing all over him from the rooms flickering light.

“Oh I’m just peachy…” I reply with sarcasm. My mystery doctor stepped fully into my room. He had very deep-set, tired looking eyes, strong jaw and a large nose. The man looked exhausted.

“Well you seem much more calm today Jamie.” He said breaking the silence in the room.

...What the hell is he talking about?? I don’t remember ever acting up in the week that I’ve been here… “Uh, ok?”

He checked my blood pressure, tested my reflexes, took a blood sample and was off. I began to think about what landed me in here in the first place. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down. Lying on my back staring at the ceiling I got lost in my memory.

It all started on what I thought was a normal day. I was in my apartment on the 4th floor rubbing my eyebrows as I listened to my neighbor, Tabitha, with her T.V blaring. She was an elder woman, 62 actually. She was not exactly the “loving grandma feel” kind of old lady. I swear she hated me, always opening up her door a crack and yelling at me for anything her shriveled brain could come up with. I didn’t really like anyone in my complex, they were all strange people.
I had gotten up lazily, turned on the local news and made some coffee. I decided I should go out for breakfast that morning. “Yeah that would be nice” (talking to myself). I shuffled to my room, put my hair up, stuck a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt on and went out the door.
Sam’s Café, it was a cute little place with the best cinnamon rolls in town. Once I arrived I got 2 of those cinnamon rolls and orange juice.

…oh geeze gotta pee… I got up and went for the restrooms which were around the back of the building. I rushed inside and immediately realized I was in the men’s room

...Ooooh crap…

I started walking back to the door but I heard voices. I ran to the far side of the restroom and flung myself into a stall. I partly closed the door but didn’t lock it. I didn’t want them to know I was in here and prayed to God they never came this way. I heard two men enter talking softly. Then I heard a click, they had locked the door to the room obviously not wanting any interruptions. I peeked through a crack in the door… The first man leaned on the edge of a sink. He was rather handsome, clean cut. He had short brown hair and a perfect smooth face, but there was something about him that made my stomach turn. It was the eyes. Something dark lurked behind those green eyes. The other man turned around. He was tall, blonde hair, and rather husky. He appeared nervous, like he didn’t want the other man to find out something. The man sitting on the sink began to speak.

“Do you have what I need?” he asked in a deep agitated voice.

“Yes I do. There are just some, uh...,” he studdered, “some complications…..”

TO BE CONTINUED