Troubled.

365 Days.

Eve's POV

One year. One whole fucking year they are telling me I'll be here for. I thought the first phonecall with my parents would start out with saying life was harder without me there, but that was the furthest thing from what they said. Honestly, they made it seem like they were way better off with me gone. My emotions have always pretty much been on lockdown around my mother, but this time I was positive she knew because she asked what 'my problem' was after I was doing my best to choke back tears.

"Nothing Ma, just excited that I get to talk to you." I responded, Staff assured me before the call that if I tried to manipulate my parents in any way, shape, or form they would cut the call immediately.

"Wow Eve, that place turned you around fast! Don't worry, the year will be over before you know it." I audibly gasped at her words.

"Y-Year?" I asked shakily.

"If you don't mess up there, it'll only be a year." She sounded smug. I wanted nothing more than to launch myself through the phone and punch her in the fucking head. Smug fucking bitch.

"Can you do me a huge favor? Since I am making progress here?" I asked.

"Depends what it is." She replied coldly.

"Let Harry know I'm at least alright? I can't call or write him. But I want him to be kept updated while i'm here, I know he's worried." All I could think about was Harry. My mind went crazy all the time. Was Olivia around? Were they being safe? Was he seeing his mom regularly? Eating right? My anxiety was always on high thinking about Harry, especially being so far away.

"I guess. I've always liked Harry." She responded, I could tell she was rolling her eyes.

"Thank you! Well I gotta let you go, it's almost time for dinner and I have quite a bit of chores to do before bed tonight. Love you!" She seemed genuinely surprised at my words, even though I only said them so she'd actually talk to Harry for me.

"Uh, I-I love you too, Eve." She tripped over the words. Staff hung up the phone.

"You may go off and finish your chores now, we will have you discuss your relationship with this Harry person in therapy late this week." Staff told me, I didn't even care, I knew I was going to get told to terminate Harry from my life, I'd tell them I was going to and never ever do it. They wouldn't have to know what went on after I got out of this place and went back to New York.

I got up and went straight outside. This place was easily the toughest thing I had ever been through in all 16 years of my life. The punishments were borderline abusive if not actually abusive. I wasn't allowed to talk about this place in a negative way to the outside world or I'd go back down to level one; and I had just gotten assigned a bed for being level two after being here for 6 months of sleeping on the floor. Since I got here, the weather has been really different. I was used to New York winters but this state was way colder now that it was coming on winter. I was really upset when I found out I was going to miss Christmas back home with Harry. It was really weird here and didn't feel like Christmas at all, there was no good food, no presents besides each girl getting more clothes. We still weren't allowed to talk to eachother without Staff's permission, so I bet you can guess how many friends I have made in the 6 months I have been here.

"Okay girls! Chore time!" Someone yelled loudly before the lights came on before any of us had the chance to cover our eyes to let them adjust. It had to be about 4:30 in the morning, which meant that we had a little extra time to get ready. A couple new girls groaned loudly from the floor. I knew better and kept my mouth shut along with everyone else that actually had a bed.