The Read And Weep Bundle: Anonymous, Perfectly Hopeless, Run Read Free

uncomfortable for you, how about you give us a little background about you,” Dr. Jon offered, doing his best to coax something at all out of her.
    “I said I don’t want to talk. I’ll pass,” Elle said crossing her arms.
    “He’s not going to let up.” This time it was the guy from the hallway talking to her. “And if you’re ordered to be here than it doesn’t matter what you want.”
    “I didn’t ask you, ” Elle snapped. His brilliant blue eyes didn’t even flinch at her words. Or her angry scowl.
    “I know you didn’t. But I like giving out helpful information when I see someone making a stupid mistake right in front of me, a very bad mistake.” He leaned forward, resting his arms against his jeans.
    “Elle. Why don’t we start with something easy?” Dr. Jon piped in. “Tells us how your feeling.”
    She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “I feel pissed off. And I want to get out of this miserable, godforsaken, depression filled room and crawl into my bed and go to sleep until I have to do this all over again tomorrow.”
    Now all eyes were on her.
    “How does that make everyone feel? Anyone?” Dr. Jon asked.
    Only one person was brave enough to speak. “I think she’s scared.”
    “Why do you think that, Hart?” Dr. Jon asked him. He ran a hair through his dark locks before he answered.
    “Aren’t we all when we come here? I know anyone standing at the edge of a cliff on their tiptoes would have some sort of fear going through their body.”
    Dr. Jon looked at Elle.
    “I think that goes for people who want to g et better, people who want help,” she said.
    Hart looked her over. “Everyone wants help.”
    “No they don’t.” She crossed her arms.
    “You’re miserable right now. You think nothing can get better but it does. This place has saved so many people.” He raised an eyebrow, shooting a look in Dr. Jon’s direction. He was getting pretty good at listening when the doctor and his staff lectured him.
    “If it works so well why are you here again?” She remembered Dr. Jon’s words in the hallway. “Is there no saving you?”
    Hart sat back. She was tough, but little did she know he was tougher. “That’s a good question. But I’m not dead so I keep trying to get better.”
    Dr. Jon clapped his hands ending the stare down. Elle looked as if she was about to go after Hart and he knew enough about Hart to know that he would keep pushing her buttons if he didn’t end the session.
    Elle walked little by little behind the residents for her room. She didn’t want to mingle; she didn’t care to talk to anyone. Although most of them were in the same boat that she was they weren’t going to talk to her if they didn’t have to. Nobody was caring or courteous and she liked it.
    She grabbed her pack of cigarettes and headed for the only place they were allowed to smoke. She sat down in one of the patio chairs next to the water fountain and used the designated matches.
    As soon as she exhaled out came Hart.  She rolled her eyes wishing she didn’t want a cigarette so bad.
    “This weather…it’s nothing like where I’m from.” He took the seat at the picnic table which placed him right across from her.
    “And I suppose you’re going to tell me where that is.” She brought the cigarette to her lips.
    “No, I was going to have you take a guess.”
    This made her look at him. He grinned as if he got some sort of enjoyment out of it. His eyes softened until the blue looked even bluer.
    “I don’t care where you’re from. I’m only out here to smoke before I go to bed.” She flicked her ash and took hold of her cigarette again while he lit up his own. He stared off , racking his brain for something more to say to break through, something to get her to say even one nice thing to him, something to make her seem human. She was frigid.
    “What are you here for?” He pressed.
    “Ruining people’s lives, that’s what I’m here for. So if I were you I would