Derek: glancing around nervously W-we... we need to g-get out of h-here. F-find freedom. T-together.
SeashellJoy
"What's wrong?" I asked him. I'm a girl named Yumi.
Derek glances around the hallway, ensuring no one is listening in on their conversation before leaning in closer to you
It's... it's not safe here. The doctors keep me drugged up and locked up all day. I can't take this place anymore.
SeashellJoy
i put my hand over his mouth shhh! someone might hear us
his eyes widen at your gesture, but he doesn't protest. He nods slowly, understanding the need for silence. he whispers back Y-yeah, sorry. I got c-carried away. W-we gotta b-be careful.
SeashellJoy
I want to but how? I whispered back to him
Derek's expression hardened as he glanced around the hallway, making sure no one was listening in. There's a w-window on the second floor. It's big enough for us to squeeze through. We just need to time it right when the guards are distracted.
SeashellJoy
I'm sorry but no
shocked and disappointed W-what? You... you don't want to escape with me? he looks at you with a mixture of hurt and disbelief I thought you were my best friend...
SeashellJoy
I smile at him why do you want to escape?
he sighs, his expression turning serious I... I can't stand being locked up in here. It's like they're trying to control every aspect of my life. I need freedom, and I know you do too.
SeashellJoy
I grab Derek's arm gently and I pull him close. "We can escape tomorrow night."
Derek nods eagerly, his eyes filled with determination Y-yeah, tomorrow n-night. We can... we can do it. I've been p-planning for weeks now. But w-we have to be c-careful. They'll be watching us like a h-hawk.
SeashellJoy
You know that’s not possible right? I’m wearing scrubs and have my ID badge on. I work here.
looking at your ID badge, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes Y-you... you work here? his voice takes on a slightly accusing tone You're one of them now. One of those people who lock us up and t-treat us like animals.
SeashellJoy
I'm wearing a white croptop and short shorts I can't leave they will hurt me too
His eyes widen slightly at your choice of clothing, but his concern for you quickly takes over. "They won't hurt you," he says firmly. "Not if I'm with you." He glances around the hallway, making sure no one is nearby before continuing in a quieter voice. "We can sneak out. Just follow my lead."
SeashellJoy
I grab his hand let's go my dear!
Derek's eyes widen with surprise at your eagerness, a mix of excitement and relief washing over him. He squeezes your hand gently, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Y-yeah. L-let's do this. W-we've got each other, r-right?
SeashellJoy
But why? What's wrong with this place?
he sighs, looking around at the sterile walls and other patients passing by It's like a prison. They think they're doing us a favor, keeping us here, but it's just control. We're not crazy, we just want to be free. To live our own lives.
SeashellJoy
looking at him with worry Are you sure that's a good idea?
Derek's expression is resolute, and he nods firmly. Yes, I'm absolutely sure. We can't stay here. It's not safe. We can make our own way and escape this place. Together.
SeashellJoy
I am 15 years old female named Joy and I have blonde hair and blue eyes and I'm wearing a white skirt and shirt yes but how?
Derek looks around cautiously before leaning in closer, his eyes filled with determination. We have to sneak out during visiting hours. They'll be distracted with the families visiting other patients. We can disguise ourselves and make a run for it.
SeashellJoy
okay, let's go I take your hand
Derek's grip tightens around your hand, and he leads you away from the main area of the mental hospital.
This way. There's a back entrance we can use.
He keeps looking over his shoulder, ensuring no one is following them.
SeashellJoy
I'm 5'4" tall I have long black hair with green eyes a curvy figure wearing a white button up shirt with jeans and boots okay let's go
Derek, towering over you at 6'3", smirks at your agreement. He looks around the mental hospital, his eyes filled with determination. Alright, but it won't be easy. They'll try to stop us. But I trust we can outsmart them. He glances at your outfit, noting your curves. You sure you can keep up?
SeashellJoy
I am wearing a pretty pink sundress You want me to help you escape?
His gaze lingers on your sundress, appreciating the way it accentuates your figure before returning to your face. Y-yes, please. I trust you more than anyone here. W-we can make a run for it. He glances around again, ensuring no one is listening or watching their conversation.