Crazy, Brittany Richards [bts books to read TXT] 📗

and I am still trying, but no one seems to want to listen. No one believes me, they think that it is all a lie, or a scam, or something of that sort."
I looked at her for a moment. Not knowing how to respond. So all these years she had been trying but I didn't know she had been. After a few moments I finally responded.
"Oh, I didn't know."
"I know, I should have told you, but I didn't. I don't know why I didn’t." I didn't know what to say to that. Every time I opened my mouth, words wouldn't come out. I didn't want to say something stupid that would make her feel bad or something like that. I was astonished at what she did for me, but it did not surprise me that no one would do anything about it, that was just how this place worked. She really did care about her patients and wanted to do whatever she could to help them. Though, it didn't always work out in her favor. The point her was that she actually did try.
We sat the in silence for a few minutes, unsure of what to say next. She looked up at the clock and said, "I have to go. I'll try to be back if I can before I leave, maybe it will save you from another night, if you know what I mean," she meant Mr. Scary, "I will see what I can do."
I nodded and said thank you before she turned to leave. Mrs. Peterson took a step away from me and I quickly grabbed her arm. She spun around to face me. "Seriously, thank you. Thank you for everything you have done." I gave her a smile and she walked of the room. Suddenly the room felt empty and cold. I didn't like when she left, I felt safe when she was around.

It wasn't even five minutes before I heard a knock at my door and a small voice asking if anyone was here. I slowly got up and walked quietly to the door. Only to open it to see a face I knew, my sister.
Chapter 3

"Sierra? What are you doing here?" I asked.
Sierra was the sister that Melinda had never told me about. She had thrown her out on the streets, not able to take care of her, when she was very little. Sierra was five years older than I was, but we looked like twins. I found her on the internet and kept in touch with her that way. Melinda never found out that I was talking to Sierra. I don’t know what she would do if she found out that I was, so I never risked it.
I studied her for a moment. Even though we did look much alike, I still thought she was way prettier than I was. The way her long brown hair flowed in perfect waves, the way her brown eyes shined in the light, her perfect complexion. It was a look that made every girl want to look like her and every guy want to have her. To tell the truth, I was a little jealous. She had a personally to match. Sierra was always very kind, sweat, and was never mean to anyone, that I know of anyways. She was the perfect girl and I, her sister, seemed too unworthy to be in her presence.
It also didn't help that I didn’t have the best self-confidence in the world. Not once had I ever been called pretty, or told that I was kind or anything of that sort. I grew up being called ugly, fat, worthless, or even a mistake; all by my parents never the less. I always thought it was the truth too. I struggled to please everyone and did whatever it would take, but nothing ever seemed to please anyone. Never realizing that what I was doing was a huge waste.
Finally she spoke. "I come to save you," she replied in a whisper. I looked in the hallway and pulled her into my room after making sure it was clear. I locked my door and gestured her to sit down. She took a seat in the small couch like seat.
"What do you mean you came to save me?" No outsider knew of the things that went on here, so how could she know. Another thing that confused me was how she got in here this late. Visiting hours were over hours ago.
Sierra flipped her hair back. Holding one of her arms she looked down, as if a little uncomfortable. "And how did you get in here so late?"
"I know everything that happens here, and I was hiding. I know about the abuse, about the guy that goes around at night, Mrs. Peterson, e-"
I hadn't even given her a chance to finish before I started to throw questions at her at a million miles per hour. "But how do you know about this?" I waved my hands around the room. "About Mr. Scary? About Mrs. Peterson? How?" I had so many questions.
"I used to live here just like you do now."
My eyes grew wide and I flinched. "B-but w-what?" I kept stuttering. I was astonished at what I had just learned. "H-how? When? What?"
"Mother, she put me in here, after throwing me out onto the streets. I lived by myself for about a year, that's when she found me," she frowned. "She apparently was following me, watching me from a distance. I had no idea that she was doing it, or why she was doing it exactly, but one day she told me to get into the car and that she had food and a place to live. I hadn't recognized her until I got into the car and that’s when I knew I was screwed. She drove and drove until we arrived here. At first, I had no idea where I was, what this place was, but I soon found out. Mother said that I was suicidal. She probably told them the same thing for you, didn’t she?" I nodded. "Every night that guy came in and did terrible things to me. I hated it, I wanted to die, I even tried to kill myself but they stopped me before I could. I was then put under watch for awhile.'
'That’s when I met Mrs. Peterson. She was the best thing to happen to me in my life, but I still couldn't stay here. Eventually Mrs. Peterson got me out of here and I disappeared. I lived back on the streets for another year, but it was still better then here, that was until I found a home for unwanted and homeless children. I went there and they found me a nice family," she was now smiling. "They take good care of me, I am lucky to be there."
I cut her off. "What are you trying to get at here?"
"I want to get you out of here. I told my new family about you and they said that they would be glad to take you in."
"W-wait! You mean you could get me out of here?" I asked. She nodded her head.
This was great news! I wouldn’t have to deal with this place anymore. No more abuse, no more meds, no more Mr. Scary. There was only one problem, I couldn't leave Mrs. Peterson. Not now anyways.
I held a blank expression on my face unsure what to say now. After a few moments of thought, I managed to say something. "I'd have to think about it."
"But what is there to think about? You’d have a family, food, loving people," she paused, "me."
I frowned. She wasn’t making this any easier. I looked towards the ground trying to escape the sight of her eyes, full of confusion and plea. I wanted to say yes so badly but I just couldn’t do it, not now anyways.
"Let me just think about it. Please."
She nodded and stood. "Well I guess I got to go. I'll come back tomorrow I guess. Love yah sis." And with that she was out the door and gone, leaving me to wonder if she would actually come back.

Chapter 4

Waiting was a torture to me. My patience was running low. I was eager to find out if she was really coming back. Chances were, she probably wasn't.
Plopping down on my bed I let out a small sigh and fell back. I laid half on, half off, my bed, staring at my ceiling. Questions, like always, gathering in my head. I was deaf to the world at this moment, time to myself. I liked times like this, when I could be in my own little world, nobody to interfere, no body to bother me. Quiet surrounded me. It was peacefully, it was quite nice. I tried to go through my questions, seeing if I could actually answer them, but I realized most of them I can't. So many questions that I would never find an answer to. They would always be there no matter what I did to remove them, but at the moment that wasn't really my biggest problem.
I spent the rest of the day by myself. It was a nice change for once. Usually there were always someone visiting my small little room. I still haven't figured out how more than one person had enough room to walk in these rooms. I felt like this room was big enough to be a walk in closet, barely.
I should of slept if I would of known if I was going to be alone. Since that was out of the option now, I decided it would be best to take a nice stroll until I had to go to my daily meeting. I hated them with a great passion, I really did.
The hallway was empty. So bland, so dead. I started out the door and down the hallways quietly. Making sure that I didn't make a noise. Whoever decorated this place really should of either been shot of just beaten until they figured out how to actually match colors. The bare walls were a off-white-attempt. They weren't exactly off-white. A dark-green wavy stripe ran along the middle. I have no