*Ring* *Ring*

“Hello?” 

“Hello, is this Elle Peters?” 

“Speaken…” 

      “Evan Peters is currently at the West Maple Hospital. Please do take your time to come and sign papers for his stay that he will be hav-.” 

*Sobs*

       I rushed to the car as quickly as I could. It’s not like this hasn’t happened before. Since Mom left, he’s just been distant, cold, and abusive. He isn’t the loving and caring dad we used to know. 

      My older brother left before anything serious could happen. He'd occasionally come and visit. During those visits, it was nothing but arguments between him and my dad about how he was raising me, but he was too late. I got so used to the messed-up life that it wasn’t worth saving. He never came back after the last argument they had. I haven’t seen my brother for three years. 

      I finally arrived at the hospital. I walked up to the receptionist with blond, curly hair, who smiled kindly at me whenever she saw me. She knew my current situation. She tried helping. I just denied the help. I didn’t want to drag a poor woman into all my mess. It didn’t seem right. 

“Room 412.” 

      I gave her a gentle nod and walked toward the elevator. I pressed call button 4. Waiting for the doors to close. All of a sudden, some guy is yelling for me to hold the door, but before I could hold the door, it closed. Oops. He’ll catch the next one. 

      I slowly listened to the soft and light instrumental sounds, such as piano and jazz. It was calming. Not calming enough to make all my problems go away.

*Beep* 

      My reflection slowly disappeared as the elevator doors opened. I stepped out slowly, like I was waiting for a jumpscare, but nothing happened. Sigh. What am I doing here? 

      “GETTT OUTTT!!!!” I quickly turned my head, knowing exactly whose voice I heard. I rushed to the room as quickly as I could and was standing outside the door, watching my dad throw trays and tear out the IVS. 

      I can’t. This is just too overwhelming. I ran back to the elevator as quickly as I could, but I bumped into someone walking right out of the elevator. 

      “Watch it!!” I quickly looked up and saw this guy with raven, stringy hair. Jawline as shark as tungsten nanoneedle. With one touch, it could cut your arm off. He smelt like burnt wood, but a mix of sharpie. It doesn’t sound like the most appealing scent, but in that moment, it was. 

      “Sorry!!” I said, quickly looking away. I heard him scoff and walk away quickly. 

      Interesting. I’ve never seen him around. Different school, I guess. 

A/N

Ty for reading. This is an short chapter. Trying to update today so I won't have to worry about it tommorrow. Going school shopping. Yay!!! Mentally Crying. HV AN NICE DAY!!! Any recommendations on my writing would be helpful. TY!!