Thread: Lawrence-Fischer Mental Health Facility - Ward B (esielle&Crusade)

It was as if her words of both telling and asking him to go away had fallen upon deaf ears or, more than likely the case, fell on ears that didn't care what she wanted him to do because he was going to do what he wanted anyway. That's the part that worried her - he was going to do what he wanted anyway . It was a thought, a notion that put a generous helping of anxiety within her and made her thoughts run rampant with scenarios he may very well be capable of turning into reality. The brightness of her gaze slowly slipped toward him as she went back and forth between her suitcase and the dresser, furrowing her brows as if she were just noticing him standing there when, really, she was wondering why he was still there, why he hadn't returned back to his work. She had heard his words loud and clear - don't talk to him any kind of way because he had some pull in this facility and might just be her ticket out of there earlier than anticipated. Goldie's face showed a flicker of confusion when he said that as, not too long ago, he told her exactly the opposite, that he wanted to keep her there. In her frame of mind, confusion was never a pleasant thing to experience and, suddenly, she didn't know whether he would help her get out of there as soon as possible or if he were going to try and keep her there. She'd just slipped some of her t-shirts into a drawer, but turned to look at him instead of turning and making her way back to her suitcase and what remained within it that awaited being put away in those drawers. Her eyes lifted to his face as she ran her tongue nervously over her bottom lip, bringing her arms up to cross in that habitual way that stated it was her way of trying to protect herself from any number of things. At the moment, him . The way she was looking at him just then, no one could be sure by the expression upon her face whether or not she actually was caving in or if she were gathering up her courage and strength for another lash outward. With her, anything was possible. However, after a few seconds of scanning over his face, she turned in meaning to go back to the suitcase laying upon the bed when his question stopped her in her tracks. Goldie furrowed her brows again and turned back to him as he wondered why she was there instead of at college where she should be living it up, partying hard, and letting various frat guys fuck her senseless. That was a sore spot with her and caused her to bring her head down so she could slide her gaze across the ground a few times as if the answer were there written across the tile and all he had to do was look down and see it. It wasn't the first time someone had asked that question of her and it most certainly wouldn't be the last! You're such a bright girl, Goldie, what happened? Why don't you start off in community college and then transfer to a four-year University? Isn't there anything you want to study? What are you doing to do with your life? What do you want to be, Goldie? All those questions were par for the course when anyone asked her about college. Now there was this man - a man who made her very nervous and uncertain - asking her the same things, more or less. A frown took over her face as she shifted back and forth on her slipper-sock clad feet, swallowing hard through the lump that had gathered in her throat. The minute that passed seemed far longer than just a minute. It seemed like an hour or two had gone by before she had composed herself enough to look up at him with a shrug to her slender shoulders, I'm not in college. I... there were many truths she could state at that point, but she went for one that was less hurtful to herself, ...I decided not to go. That was the truth, but not the entire truth. The truth was that she had fucked up royally at various points in her education and the likelihood she would be accepted into any college was low. Her option was to go to community college - which was a respectable option, but one she could have bypassed had she done better in High School - or not go at all. Of course, there was the fact that she was, clearly, unstable in many regards and there might be many failures up ahead of her even if she did decide to go. Her head suddenly tilted back so she could glance around the room as if to silently say, Maybe I'll look into colleges when I'm out of here. Maybe. When she brought her eyes back to him, she gave another, quicker shrug before turning to gather was remained of her clothing, College isn't for everyone. She made her way back to the dresser in the same manner as she had before - avoiding him - to put her undergarments away. When she was finished, she sighed heavily, wearily and brought herself back around to him, Neither is this place. Was she saying she didn't belong here or was she commenting on the fact that she thought he didn't belong in a place like that? Her eyes went quickly back and forth over his features, shifting on her feet again. The moments were getting long and uncomfortable for her the longer he stood positioned in front of that door to silently convey he was not about to move until he was ready. While most people would have adapted to him standing there watching authoritatively, speaking down on them the people in places like this - Goldie included - didn't have the luxury of such adaptability or else they wouldn't need to be there in the first place! No, the way he stood there watching her only made her feel more and more out of place, nervous, and like she was doing something wrong. Try as she might to ignore him, she could feel his eyes boring into her, being distracting enough that her attention had to stay with him. She moved to zip up the suitcase and put it back in its place near the window, wanting to keep busy and to keep herself moving, but she had run out of things to keep herself steady. Now, all she could do was slowly move back to the bed and slowly sit down so she was perched on the edge, turning her head to keep her eyes upon him. The way she sat there in a tense way said she was ready to spring up and away at any moment, but was doing her best to relax because the tension only made the state of things that much worse. After a few seconds, she bowed her head and closed her eyes, taking a few long breaths deeply in and slowly out. This feeling was maddening! She didn't like him being there. She didn't like him watching. She didn't like that she felt small when he talked to her. She didn't like him period. Quite abruptly, she stood to her feet and moved toward him as if she meant to bring up a hand and connect her palm with his cheek. Instead, she stopped just out of his reach and shoved her hands into her jean pockets, lowering her eyes, I have to use the bathroom.... there was a pause, a glance up at him before she finished, ...please?