oblivion - nathan prescott

her.

It was Thursday, also known as The Release Day in this place. My bags were packed at the end of my bed and I was so fucking ready to leave. I walked out of my room knowing it was the last time I would be in there and walked quickly to the reception desk. The nurse looked up at me,
"Can I leave?" I asked, he laughed,
"You know you're not supposed to,"
"No, I'm meant to be leaving today. Elizabeth Martin, check the notes," He nodded and began to search the computer, after a few moments he shook his head,
"Hm, no. It says your recommended date is next Thursday," My fists clenched,
"What? No! Everyone's been telling me I'm leaving today! I'm meant to be fucking leaving. I'm not spending one more fucking day in here. Let me out!" I began to scream, heat rushed to my face and my jaw clenched,
"Miss Martin, please quiet down. You're upsetting other patients," He spoke calmly. My mind was scrambled as I tried to think so solutions.
"My- My dad! Call him, he'll pay you, let me out." My dad, he was rich, but he was embarrassed to have a daughter who was not 'mentally stable' so he sent me here. I would have too. I was sick, but I'm better. The nurses say I am, anyway.
"I'm not calling him, Miss Martin. Please, go to your room or go to the activity room," He sighed, "Come back next Thursday and we'll have everything ready for you to leave," My hands began to sweat as I thought of spending another night in here, I walked through the hallways, pushing through people and ignoring their calls for me. I needed to feel the brisk air against my arms and fill my lungs with smoke.

I had just put out my second cigarette when the doors behind me slammed shut,
"Fucking, shit, fucker," A rushed voice gasped out from behind me, I heard feet shuffling around and deep breaths of air being inhaled. I picked up my third cigarette and bought it to my mouth,
"Calm down, man." I mumbled, lighting the stick,
"Shut up, Martin," A familiar voice spoke back,
"Ah, Prescott." I chucked, "You're back, couldn't get enough of this shit hole?" I turned around on the table and looked at him, his pale skin was flushed and his eyes were red, he rolled them and took a step towards me.
"Give me a fucking smoke," He gestured towards the box, I slipped one out and handed it to him,
"That's no way to talk to a lady," I mumbled sarcastically, breathing out the smoke, my heart beat finally began to slowly regulate to a normal speed.
"Thought you were leaving today," Nathan said as he sat down next to me,
"Yeah, me too," I sighed,
"So, what happened? Banged a security guard?" I laughed,
"Fuck off," A moment of silence surpassed us, a light sound of talking from inside the building was interrupting the peace that was surrounding me out doors, the birds chirping and leaves were rustling were the only things I liked about Arcadia Bay. "Why are you here?" I asked as I inhaled the intoxicating smoke, Nathan scoffed,
"You care?"
"Ha! No. Just starting polite conversation,"
"Yep. Asking why I'm at a mental institution is certainly polite," He mumbled,
"What the fuck am I meant to ask?" I laughed,
"Nothing. Don't fucking talk to me,"
"You're such a tight ass, relax," I smiled softly, he started at me for a brief second.
"You look like her," He said quietly,
"Who?" I asked,
"Rachel," My stomach dropped,
"Don't talk about her, Nathan. Not now,"
"You guys, fuck, the both of you together, you guys were unstoppable," I smiled, "Now she's gone and you're nothing. I mean look at you, stuck in a mental hospital because you've gone fucking crazy,"
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Nathan?" I felt tears brim my eyes as my heart climbed into my throat, "Why are you even here?"
"You're not the only crazy one, Elizabeth," He spoke as smoke pooled out of his mouth, "I'm so fucked up,"
"Ah, yes. Little rich boy, going to an expensive boarding school, with a family who owns the fucking town. You're so unlucky," Sarcasm laced my words,
"You know nothing about me,"
"You're right, Nathan. I know nothing," I threw my cigarette onto the ground, jumped off the table to stomp it out and began to make my way back to the safety of my bedroom, but before I could open the door he spoke again,
"Do you miss her?" My hands slipped off the door handle, I tried to answer, my voice pushed against my throat as I tried to speak but nothing came out. I opened the door and went inside, leaving him out there, alone.