I’m in the kitchen making breakfast when I hear Elijah come in.
We used to eat breakfast together all the time. He’d always wait to go to sleep until after he’d spent some time with me first. But lately, he’s been coming home and heading straight to bed.
I’ve gotten used to it.
Him pushing me away still hurts, but it’s something I’ve become accustomed to.
I place the sunny side up eggs I’ve made on a plate and brush against the pan handle with my round belly. The hot grease almost sprays all over me, but Elijah is next to me in a second with a firm grip on the pan handle and he turns it in the opposite direction. For a minute, I have no words. I just gawk at him. Then finally I greet him with a smile and say, “Good Morning, Dr. Watson.”
He surprises me when he moves closer and places his palm flat on my stomach. “Is she moving a lot this morning?”
I smirk at him. “She?” There’s a playful tone in my voice.
He laughs, a deep booming laugh. “I figure if you have a gut feeling about it, well, you just might be right.” I giggle, set my plate of food on the edge of the table and slide my hand over top of Elijah’s.
Pulling me close, Elijah places a kiss on my temple and I think to myself, how’s that for making progress?
Chapter Ten
~After~
Days pass.
Then weeks.
I’ve been everything I said I would be.
The best fucking psycho the staff has ever seen. I’ve adapted the; I mumble and drool persona along with a melancholy nature. I remain lax when they escort me to my appointments and giggle softly like my last shred of sanity has finally snapped. Then I stare at the staff members soullessly, like there is nothing behind my eyes because my brain is Swiss cheese.
They are starting to believe it.
In me.
They are starting to believe that I am the fucked up robot that their pills and methods of treatment have turned me into.
And what angers me to the point where I almost snap on them is that they seem happy about it.
A high five to Adelaide!
Good girl! You’ve finally embraced the Insanity!
Here, would you like a treat?
The only thing that keeps me in check is the thought in my head of uncovering the secrets of my past. The only thing that pushes me forward is knowing that truth lies in one of those manila folders I see the staff members carrying around. So as much as I’d like to rebel against them, I know that I can’t.
And that I won’t.
I haven’t bitten any of the staff’s fingers in a while.
I’ve turned down the suspicion.
I’ve turned up the crazy.
Now, I blend in. Aurora was onto something when she told me I should showcase my nut…nut…nutty side. I should have taken her suggestion into consideration sooner. It’s because I don’t fight them that they give more freedom.
More time to roam the halls.
More bathroom breaks.