A suicide dateline

I knocked gently against the door to doctor Scott's office, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. I couldn't stress how grateful I was to Mel for dropping off a fresh set of clothes when she came to visit me at the hospital a day ago. She had dropped a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt even though I would much rather have had a tank top and Jean shorts on in thes
heat, but trust Mel to assume that a cold is a symptom of every ailment.

I couldn't wait to finish all the damn official stuffs I had to do before I could leave this disguised prison. When I woke up doctor Scott had informed that I was in a coma for about a month.

It hadn't felt that long to me, all I had was one dream. I had to stay a whole week on probation, so they were sure I was fine.

"Come in."

I entered the office to find doctor Scott sitting behind his huge mahogany desk studying some files while in deep conversation with someone across from him.

He looked up from his file to see me, a smile forming on his face. The man across from him also turned to face me.

"Miss Quinn, How are you?" Andy said smiling at me. I faked a smile at the man in black sitting across from doctor Scott. His attire was one fitting of a body guard.

I hadn't seen Andy for more than two years now. Father had assigned him to be my bodyguard from when I was little, but he had done more than guarding to my body. It felt awkward for me being in the same space with him all of a sudden, even though I did a good job hiding it.

When I got into college, I really didn't want a body guard following me around and father obliged willingly, you know to communicate humility and all, even though he was gambling with my life.

I had planned my college life to be a little less like highschool, I had planned to be a little more of myself, I did not have to go back to the mansion all the time, neither did I require a body guard following me around.

Andy had been freshly out of the military when he was assigned to me. He had left to come work for father, in his mid twenties.

I recalled how things between us deviated from being platonic. I was fourteen and my girly hormones had gone hay wire. Any girl in my place would have gone even more crazy, the guy was hot. From his brown hair which went charmingly with his hazel eyes and boyish grin. Or maybe because he was the only guy I was exposed to being that I was home schooled for most of middle school as well as elementary. He had also been my designated driver when I started high school. Taking me to and back from school and anywhere I needed to be.

Andy had opted for being professional, always disregarding my flirty comments and smiles, but I had seduced him. I was a little crazy back then. Even though he tried hiding it, he was also attracted to me. I noticed the smiles he tried to hide when he thought I wasn't looking, how his eyes darted over me when I got dressed up. I noticed the way his eyes dilated the day I tried to kiss him, though he had subtly refused my advances, I still heard his breathing ragged.

It only took a couple more stunts like that to break his self control.

I walked towards doctor scotts  desk giving Andy what I hoped was a casual reply." Not so fine being that I was detained here for about a month, "

"You say it like you were in a cell being tortured and not a hospital being cared for," he said smiling. He's tone carried no awkwardness and it seemed like he had slipped back into how things were pre hormonal overflow. I should to.

It wasn't because we had suddenly stopped communicating, but because I knew it was my fault our relationship went south.

"Well they made me feel trapped," I said returning his smile and settling in the sit beside him without any invitation.