play mindless games to pass the
time. I clear three levels of my favorite game when I hear the
chime signaling the front doors are being opened. I look up and
instantaneously smile. Sanity has officially arrived at Anchor.
Logan saunters in through the double doors,
dressed in dark blue jeans and a red t-shirt. His hair is a bit
disheveled, like he was in a rush. I can tell from the expression
on his face that the stale stench of the air affects him just as it
did me when I first walked in. His eyes find me and his face
instantly forms a relieved smile. I return his smile and breathe a
sigh of relief at no longer being alone in my worry for Mary.
I get up from my century old seat and meet
him half way down the long front corridor. The second we are within
reach, he takes me into his arms and cradles me within his strong
embrace. He puts his head atop mine, careful not to touch any part
of my exposed skin, which as usual, isn’t much. His hug is
desperate as he squeezes me, his toned, athletic muscles bulging as
he brings me in closer, trying to absorb my pain as his body melts
into mine.
“I’m so sorry,” he begins. “How could this
happen to Mary? What in the hell is going on?” he asks desperately
as he pulls away and looks me in the face, hoping for an answer.
When I say nothing, he sees I don’t have one, so he pulls me back
into his embrace and continues. “Why did you leave at lunch? I had
a meeting with coach, so I couldn’t get there right away. By the
time I did make it, you and Dejana were both gone. I got your text
saying you were going home, but then my phone died and I didn’t get
your message about what happened to Mary until an hour ago. I went
straight to the hospital you said, and then followed you here.
How’s Mary?” he asks finally taking a breath.
I remain in his embrace, desperate for his
strength, his touch, and his love to help calm the storm of
emotions churning within me. I can’t seem to catch one for very
long. So many different emotions swirl within me that I feel like I
could drown in them. Before I become a puddle of nothingness, I
break from Logan’s embrace and take a deep breath to center myself.
I can tell he’s disappointed that I pulled away, but he says
nothing. A chill overcomes me suddenly and I rub my hands up and
down my arms to combat it. This place is totally giving me the
creeps.
“I wish I knew. No one seems to know for sure
what’s wrong with her. The creepy old lady at the desk said that
Mary is being examined right now by some doctor named Morrison. She
said he gets all the crazies from our town. What the hell did she
mean by that?”
Logan scratches his head and ponders for a
bit before answering, “I think the sickness that’s making people go
nuts at school is confined to just our town. From what coach said,
there have been a couple others who have just lost it all of the
sudden, but only from Mountain Creek High. Weird don’t you
think?”
Weird doesn’t even begin to cover it. “I wish
I knew what in the world was causing it.”
“Yeah, me too, Aim, me too,” he states in a
soft voice.
We both head to the rickety old seats to sit
down and there we stay for a bit in silence. My mind is so occupied
with worry for Mary that I have nothing left for idle chitchat. The
best part about Logan is that he understands this and doesn’t even
try to make conversation. He just sits with me and holds my gloved
hand as we wait for any news about Mary.
Almost an hour later, we hear a loud buzzing
sound seconds before the set of double doors that lead to the
asylum, swing open. An older man, about fifty years old, dressed in
a nice navy blue suit with a blue and white striped tie, and a lab
coat, saunters through the set of doors. He is holding a clipboard
and his bifocals in his hands. His face is serious as walks over to
us, a clear indication that the news is not good. The doors swing
closed automatically behind him. Logan and I stand up as he nears
us
time. I clear three levels of my favorite game when I hear the
chime signaling the front doors are being opened. I look up and
instantaneously smile. Sanity has officially arrived at Anchor.
Logan saunters in through the double doors,
dressed in dark blue jeans and a red t-shirt. His hair is a bit
disheveled, like he was in a rush. I can tell from the expression
on his face that the stale stench of the air affects him just as it
did me when I first walked in. His eyes find me and his face
instantly forms a relieved smile. I return his smile and breathe a
sigh of relief at no longer being alone in my worry for Mary.
I get up from my century old seat and meet
him half way down the long front corridor. The second we are within
reach, he takes me into his arms and cradles me within his strong
embrace. He puts his head atop mine, careful not to touch any part
of my exposed skin, which as usual, isn’t much. His hug is
desperate as he squeezes me, his toned, athletic muscles bulging as
he brings me in closer, trying to absorb my pain as his body melts
into mine.
“I’m so sorry,” he begins. “How could this
happen to Mary? What in the hell is going on?” he asks desperately
as he pulls away and looks me in the face, hoping for an answer.
When I say nothing, he sees I don’t have one, so he pulls me back
into his embrace and continues. “Why did you leave at lunch? I had
a meeting with coach, so I couldn’t get there right away. By the
time I did make it, you and Dejana were both gone. I got your text
saying you were going home, but then my phone died and I didn’t get
your message about what happened to Mary until an hour ago. I went
straight to the hospital you said, and then followed you here.
How’s Mary?” he asks finally taking a breath.
I remain in his embrace, desperate for his
strength, his touch, and his love to help calm the storm of
emotions churning within me. I can’t seem to catch one for very
long. So many different emotions swirl within me that I feel like I
could drown in them. Before I become a puddle of nothingness, I
break from Logan’s embrace and take a deep breath to center myself.
I can tell he’s disappointed that I pulled away, but he says
nothing. A chill overcomes me suddenly and I rub my hands up and
down my arms to combat it. This place is totally giving me the
creeps.
“I wish I knew. No one seems to know for sure
what’s wrong with her. The creepy old lady at the desk said that
Mary is being examined right now by some doctor named Morrison. She
said he gets all the crazies from our town. What the hell did she
mean by that?”
Logan scratches his head and ponders for a
bit before answering, “I think the sickness that’s making people go
nuts at school is confined to just our town. From what coach said,
there have been a couple others who have just lost it all of the
sudden, but only from Mountain Creek High. Weird don’t you
think?”
Weird doesn’t even begin to cover it. “I wish
I knew what in the world was causing it.”
“Yeah, me too, Aim, me too,” he states in a
soft voice.
We both head to the rickety old seats to sit
down and there we stay for a bit in silence. My mind is so occupied
with worry for Mary that I have nothing left for idle chitchat. The
best part about Logan is that he understands this and doesn’t even
try to make conversation. He just sits with me and holds my gloved
hand as we wait for any news about Mary.
Almost an hour later, we hear a loud buzzing
sound seconds before the set of double doors that lead to the
asylum, swing open. An older man, about fifty years old, dressed in
a nice navy blue suit with a blue and white striped tie, and a lab
coat, saunters through the set of doors. He is holding a clipboard
and his bifocals in his hands. His face is serious as walks over to
us, a clear indication that the news is not good. The doors swing
closed automatically behind him. Logan and I stand up as he nears
us
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