Adrian
I rubbed my eyes with the palm of my hands and exhaled. What I needed was something to get my hands on. Something to occupy me, or to keep my thoughts from wandering to places I didn't want them to go. Music, or painting or reading a novel. Anything was better than nothing. Not like this room helped. The walls were bare, and the room defied color like it was the root of all evil. Then they kept it so clean that I wanted to pile dirt into it for the sake of changing the constant view of the dull white walls and dim lighting.
I shrugged and peeked through my fingers, "I like it in here."
Which was the biggest lie ever. If I could, I'd burn this room to the ground with whoever was in it, then bury the ashes without any thoughts rebounding. But I couldn't. Mostly because I lacked the guts, and guilt wasn't a nice friend to have.
I tilted my chin up and looked at the familiar ceiling. It was an ugly view, so I looked over at Dr. Stone instead. I sat upright and shifted my gaze to my legs under the blanket. I couldn't help but wander when I had gotten so tall, but then again I couldn't help but wonder when I cared. Maybe it was because Dr. Stone was in the room. She always tipped the balance I had going on. I didn't like that. Especially because she did it so easily. Too easy for my liking.