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Started June 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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(Any of Ellen's roommates on?)

(Here I am ! But Heather just went out)

(Dang. BTW, Ellen hasn't given her name yet.)

(Oh, okay ! I wasn't sure. I'll quickly change that.)

Ellen covertly watched Heather leave, still curled up on the bed. She forced herself to take a deep breath. She wondered where Heather was headed. Maybe she was one of Psycho Gal's goonies, or maybe she was a psycho too, or maybe she was- Ellen cut herself off. She rolled over and dropped off the bed, landing in a crouch. She picked up the books on the floor, shifting into a cross-legged position on the floor, angled to the door in case Psycho Gal or Heather came back. She glanced at James. Still sitting there.

Heather smoked slowly. She wished her brother would be here. Or anyone, really. She hated smoking alone. She didn't see her big brother, Charlie, often… But she loved him so much. He was the only one in her family to understand her at least a little bit. He didn't blame her illnesses on her. Heather wondered if he would be able to visit her… It made her sad to think about it.
She went back inside ; the woman didn't even look at her. She strolled in the halls, walking slowly. It was so calm… Almost peaceful. She felt like a ghost. Desperate to find someone, she called : "Is anyone here ? Please…"

Ellen's head snapped up when she heard Heather. Why would she be shouting like that? Was it a trap of some kind? Was it actually Heather? Maybe it was the Psycho. Was it- Ellen smacked her head with the books. "Stop being a paranoid idiot!" She muttered.

Heather fell to the ground and just sat there, in the middle of a hall. She actually liked it ; the ground was cold under her hands. She was feeling sad so she started to whistle the theme song from Kill Bill, one of her favorite movies. It always made her feel weirdly paranoid, but at least she was thinking about something she liked.

Ellen got up, still holding the books, and cautiously poked her head out into the hallway. Heather was sitting on the ground, whistling some tune. That was weird. "Psst." Ellen hissed. "Get off the ground. You'll probably get in trouble."

Heather stopped whistling and looked up. It was the girl from her room. "Why would I get in trouble ?", she asked. "I'm not doing anything wrong."

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Ellen shook her head. "I dunno." She huffed. "Loony bins are really strict as far as I know."

Heather shrugged her shoulders. "They let me go outside two minutes ago. Doesn't seem that stric to me."
She analysed the girl in front of her : she seemed quite anxious ; but her confidence and directness were back… Heather wondered what she was hiding or why she was here.

Ellen pointed in her direction, the hand holding the books poised to throw. Her paranoia had gotten the better of her. "Are you a psycho?! You are, aren't you!! Where's the other Psycho Gal?!"

Heather tried to stay calm, even if the other girl was getting aggressive. "The girl you were fighting with before ? I don't know. I don't know her."

"How do I know you aren't lying?!" Ellen noticed her hands were shaking and took a deep breath. "How do I know you aren't lying?" She repeated, trying for a calmer tone.

"Because I arrived here at the same time you did and I slept for most of the day." Heather shrugged her shoulders again. "But I guess you don't have any reason to believe me… So don't." She looked into the other girl's eyes and try to understand what she was thinking about. She seemed scared. But she wasn't necessarily scared of Heather ; she seemed scared of herself. Heather had already noticed she was paranoid, but it appeared it was deeper than that.
She lowered her voice to look calmer and innocent. "What's your name ?", she asked.

Ellen lowered the books. She frowned a bit as Heather stared her right in the eyes. "Fair enough reason." She growled. She pondered whether or not to give her name. Hell, why not. "Ellen."

Heather was satisfied ; she almost smiled. "Care to sit, Ellen ?", she asked while pointing at the ground in front of her. "I've got cigarettes."

Ellen slid down to a cross-legged position in front of the door. "I don't smoke." She glanced down the hall, wary of any possible appearance the nurses might make.

Heather nodded. "Do you wanna try ?", she still asked. "My brother says that smoking is a way of bonding with someone else. You smoke, you talk."
Heather suddenly realised her voice was weak. She always felt like depression was attacking every parts of her. Before she got sick, her voice was soft and melodious. But, now, she was weary. It made her sad for a seconde.

"No. I don't. It screw up your lungs." Ellen muttered, remembering her mom's words.

"It does…", Heather muttered to herself, a smile on her lips.