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The Island	By : StrawberryWine36 Category: Individual Celebrities > Colin Firth Views: 8936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and I do not know Colin Firth and am not making any money or profit from this story.

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Georgiana sped down the corridor at top speed and straight into a collision with someone.
“What the fuck are you in a hurry for?”
She looked up to see a tall skinny blonde girl glowering down at her. She stood hands on hips, glaring from her dark mascara clotted eyes. Her hair was scraped back off her face in a severe fashion, which only made her features more pointy and almost witch like.
Georgiana pulled herself back up onto her feet. “I’m not, just get out of my way, need to be somewhere.” She muttered, just wanting to get back to her room and get some sleep. Face to face conflict wasn’t on her to do list this evening.
“I don’t give a shit pretty princess,“She poked a bony finger into Georgiana’s neck and scraped it up to lift her chin high. “Aw bit upset are we? Crying little bitches don’t last long here.” She smiled.
“Leave me alone.” Georgiana shrugged her off and stormed away. She felt even angrier now, on a normal day she would have ripped the girl apart and enjoyed it, but her mind felt all over the place as if things were not real. Damn this place for breaking her so easily, had it really gone that far?
“See you soon sweetheart!” She called after her. Georgiana clamped her hands over her ears and quickened her pace.
Back in her room she snuggled up under the covers and stared blankly through the window at the moon in the distance. Was this how it was supposed to feel? She knew inside that maybe she had been a bit over the top, perhaps it would be best to just toe the line and do as she was told. The sound of Carlene arriving disturbed her from her thoughts.
“Are you ok?” She whispered, sitting herself on the side of the bed.
“Yeah,” Georgiana answered after a while. “I’ll live.
“So how did it go tonight?”
“Like I said, I’ll live...” She replied, hoping that she would be left to her own thoughts.
“First time I gave lip to one of the tutors I couldn’t sit down for a week.” Carlene added, stroking Georgiana’s hair. “It was Mr Jones in a dancing lesson; I got belted over his desk while he listened to Rachmaninov, Christ I can remember that like it happened yesterday! Bit of a shock to the system isn’t it?”
“Something like that.” Georgiana replied, feeling silently grateful that she appeared to have got off lightly. Sitting up and wrapping the duvet around her she wiped her eyes and pulled her hair back from her face.
“You know what Carlene, I could really do with a fag right now!” She laughed. “...and to top off my day, I met a lovely girl on the way back, skinny blonde thing, started on me for no reason, damn it was like being back at high school. I tell you Carlene, next time I see her...”
“Blonde, catty face, tattooed fingers?” Carlene asked, frowning.
“Yeah that’s her.”
“Don’t bother, that would be Eliza, she’s dangerous. Came here for trying to poison her sister apparently. Weird fruit loop, reckons she’s some distant line in royalty!” Carlene shrugged, “Whatever she is, stay away, she’s wrong in the head, would sooner slit your throat than have a conversation.”
Georgiana looked surprised,
“So not only do we have the fucked up teaching staff, we have psychotic inmates to contend with too. Oh great, just great!” She covered herself with the pillow for a moment. “I need to sleep, my brain is fried.”
Carlene rubbed her shoulder affectionately and returned to her own bed. Georgiana went back to staring out of the window, wondering how her uncle was, how things were going at home. Home, that seemed a funny imaginary place at the moment, now she was trapped in this hell.
The next few days passed relatively well, Georgiana kept her head down and avoided any confrontation. Luckily her timetable only involved one or two classes a day and for the rest of the time she was allowed to roam the school and grounds which she found to be the only peaceful remedy to her frustrations. She hid out in the library on cold days and snuggled into the corner on a bean bag, reading and taking herself into the world of the characters on the pages. On a warm day she wandered down into the woodland gardens and sat by the stone fountains that reminded her of home. She was thankful for the ability to write letters home and sent as many as she could, asking how her uncle was and explaining how much she was missing home.
It was during a dancing lesson that she had the unfortunate luck to bump into Eliza again. The girls were expected to attend ballroom dancing lessons, partly for the reason that it would be a bonus for the final ball at the end of term and partly because the headmaster thought it was another quality that would add to their ladylike status. Whatever the reason, Georgiana despised the lessons; she was not a fan of the style of dancing and had no interest which didn’t help to begin with. The tutor, Mr Durrant (whose name she remembered from the girl in chains incident) was a humourless, miserable man. He was of stocky build with flaming ginger hair and a temper to go with it. Eliza had been glaring at Georgiana for the whole lesson and when they took a break for a drink she made her way over with two of her friends.
“Hey, circus bitch!...”
Georgiana put down her bottle. “What did you say?”
“Circus bitch, I heard you danced with the circus folk because mummy and daddy didn’t want you.” Eliza smiled, hands on hips. Georgiana leapt up to react but saw out of the corner of her eye that Durrant was watching so she sat back down and looked the other way, biting her tongue. Eliza was about to continue but opted against it after Durrant called them back to the lesson. She chose instead to smile sweetly and roughly bang into Georgiana’s back or tread on her toes at any given opportunity during the lesson. By the end of the half hour she felt black and blue all over.
Georgiana made it down to the end of the hall before Eliza caught up with her, grabbing her shoulder and flicking her back against the wall.
“Give it a rest.”
“No circus bitch, I wont! “ She snapped, shoving her shoulder. “Not surprised you can’t dance, you’re only good at dancing with your tits out and money in your pants!”
“You don’t know anything!” Georgiana snapped.
“I know your mummy was a slut for the rich guys, probably runs in the family! I heard your dad done her in because she was such a loose bitch!”
“Don’t you dare ever mention my parents!”
At that point she snapped, grabbing Eliza’s face she launched herself onto the girl, flooring her and pulling at her hair. Eliza was strong and flipped Georgiana back over, punching her face and kicking her chest. The two girls rolled around the hallway, banging into lockers as they slapped and punched each other. Each giving as good as they got. From the distance she heard voices call that someone was coming, she ignored the warning and pinched Eliza’s face in her hand.
“Don’t you ever, ever fucking talk about my parents you stupid fucking whore!” Raining down another punch into Eliza’s chest she was only victorious for a moment before the other girl was back on top again, her hands around her neck , Georgiana felt her breath going and fought to push her off. Distant shouting distracted her for a moment and she glanced to the side, Eliza smiled and dealt a hard blow to her side. It stung worse than the others and Georgiana felt stunned for a while. The next thing she knew, a pair of hands were dragging her back, she looked towards Eliza who was held by the headmaster. The air grew silent and still all of a sudden.
“Would you two kindly like to tell me what the hell is going on!” Bellowed the headmaster. “I walk down here to find you two brawling like teenage whores. Now when you have quite finished acting like children, which one of you started it?” He shot a glance over to Colin who was holding back a struggling Georgiana.
Both girls remained silent, apart from Eliza’s teeth bared snarl as she fought against the headmasters grip. Georgiana spat a mouthful of blood to the side and matched her adversary’s stance, her hands balled into fists in her silent anger. Eliza was the first to speak.
“I was just on my way to lunch and she flew at me for no reason. Damn circus inbred bitch!”
“You fucking liar!” Georgiana bellowed, desperately trying to launch herself forward and out of Colin’s grip. He held tight to her, pulling her back even more. “You started on me you stuck up princess bitch!”
“Enough!” The headmaster shouted. “Both of you, in my office now!” He let go of Eliza and she stood for a moment straightening her shirt and smoothing her hair. Georgiana felt Colin release his grip on her arms, she winced and again her hand shot to her side, she felt dizzy, lightheaded. Her mind couldn’t compute what was happening, she had to follow the others yet it all seemed in slow motion. She stopped for a moment and hung back, her wrist against her forehead she took a deep breath.
Colin realised she had fallen behind and looked back to see her standing, wobbling and looking down at her hand which was dripping blood. The right side of her shirt had already turned red, the stain spreading quickly. By the time he had reached her she had fallen to the floor and passed out.
Georgiana blinked and tried to focus on the sounds around her. Sleep was pulling her back as she attempted to work out where she was. She found herself in a bright white room, was she dead? There were several other beds in what looked like a hospital ward. Finally she made out the blurry image of Carlene beside her.
“Hey there sweetie, you back with us now?”
“Mmm” she managed “what happened?”
“You had a fight with Eliza, she had a knife. No one knows how but anyway, during the fight she stabbed you.”
“Stabbed me...” Georgiana lifted the crisp white sheets to see a large square dressing over her right side. She lightly brushed a finger across and winced at the sharp pain. “Oh my god...”
“Its ok, they managed to stitch you up just fine. I can’t stay long or I’ll get into trouble but I bought you this.” She looked around before swiftly popping herself up on the bed and grabbing a tiny silver flask from her shirt pocket. Georgiana sniffed it and took a swig; she winced as the whisky hit her throat. “I bloody love you Carlene!” she smiled before closing her eyes again and finding blissful sleep.
The next time she awoke the room was softly lit, the pain seemed numb for a moment while she mentally pulled open her eyelids. Turning to her left she realised someone was sitting beside her bed.
“Carlene?”
“She had to go back for lockdown.
“Mr Firth?” Georgiana looked up with a start, surprised to see him there. She tried to pull herself up into a sitting position.
“Don’t try to move too much, I think you have quite a few stitches down there.” He warned, holding onto her arm to help her get into position.
“Carlene said Eliza had a knife, what happened?”
“She had a knife; it seems that she had been planning this by trying to wind you up during the afternoon. We don’t know where she got the knife from but it’s been confiscated and she has been dealt with.”
“I can’t deal with this at the moment; she was...oh fuck it hurts so much!” She gripped the metal edges of the bed.
“The nurse left this for you might help.” He handed her two painkillers which she swallowed down with some water. Sitting back onto the plastic coated pillow she gazed up at the ceiling, blinking hard and waiting for the warm fuzzy haze of the painkillers to kick in.
“I feel like the living dead, why does this crap always happen to me?”
“You don’t look that bad!” He smiled, . Georgiana watched as he fiddled with his phone. She wondered why he had come to visit her, it didn’t sound like something the teaching staff at the academy would want to do. So far they had appeared to be heartless control freaks, intent on ruling with an iron rod with no compassion. Her mind flicked back to Eliza, she wondered what had become of her, was she one of those ‘beyond help’? Would she be back stalking the halls when she returned, shoving her, pushing her luck with threats.
“Will she come back?” She asked finally, trying to avoid the subject but not being able to help herself.
“No.” He assured her. “The headmaster has taken care of the situation,
“Ok...that’s good.” She whispered, sinking back into sleep again. Colin watched her for a moment, she looked peaceful, despite the angry dark purple bruising that was raising below her lip. He brushed aside the wandering strands of scarlet hair that had fallen across her eye. His fingers strayed for a moment across her pale cheek, difficult, the headmaster had been right about this one.
The next time Georgiana awoke it was daytime and the room was abuzz with people walking about. A nurse had come to check her dressing and given her a drink and some more painkillers. She loved the numb buzzy sleep they induced. On the side table was a glass vase with pink and red roses overflowing from it.
“Wow, where did they come from?” She croaked, breathing in their sweet scent.
“I’m not sure, I came on duty at nine and they were there then. “ She replied. “Beautiful though, you’re a lucky girl!”
Georgiana gave a weak smile, whatever her tough exterior she was a sucker for flowers. In fact she couldn’t even remember the last time anyone had bought her flowers, apart from her uncle on her birthday. Maybe that was what had made her smile inside and feel warm, her uncle had always insisted on roses from his own garden which had the most beautiful perfume. ‘A beautiful flower for my very own beautiful flower’ he had always told her. These were not a patch on the rare blooms from back home but if she closed her eyes she could still recall the deep, sweet scent.
It was another day before she was told she could be discharged from the wing and head back out to the school. As her head tutor Colin had been sent down to collect her, he waited at the hospital doorway while the nurse escorted a hobbling Georgiana towards him. Her skin was even paler than before but her eyes still seemed bright and he was thankful that she was in a pleasant mood.
“How are we feeling today?” He asked, taking her
“Not too bad, the dressings off but it still stings like a bitch bag!”
“Bitch bag, interesting, cant say I’ve heard that one before” Colin smiled to himself, realising he should have pulled her up on language.
“A whole bag of bitches!” She continued, making a pained face and reluctantly holding onto his outstretched arm for support. Helping her to hobble along he thought it was probably a good time to change the subject.
“After what has happened, the headmaster is quite concerned about your wellbeing, not that Eliza is going to get a chance to repeat what happened, but there is a concern.”
“Concern?” Georgiana frowned.
“Yes, you have been seen as a potential problem so the headmaster has requested that you be put on report, which means that you will have to come to my office every day at 6.30.”
“What? Why do I have to do that? I’m not the crazy bitch with a knife am I?” She fumed, her voice getting gradually louder in indignation, her hands balled into fists.
“No, no I know all that. This is purely just procedure. Until you have made a complete recovery, I mean, you have to remember that you have several stitches down here and our responsibility to you is to keep you safe. It’s all in the documents you signed when you first arrived.” He replied calmly, squeezing her arm in reassurance. She softened slightly and glanced down at her waist, it was still quite sore despite the painkillers but she did not feel at ease with what had been arranged for her.
“Ok, guess I don’t have much choice then. “ She mumbled, shaking his hand away as they walked back to the main building. She didn’t need his false sympathy, whatever his job description was, there was no way she wanted to be ‘kept an eye on’. Her mind hadn’t forgotten what had happened the last time she had been in his office, was that her fault? Maybe it had been. Maybe she should have been keeping her mouth shut, not pushing to see how far she could go.
Colin was quite aware that she chose to walk several steps behind him, her eyes not leaving the floor. Quite a different girl to the one that had turned up full of her own importance a few weeks ago. He wondered for a moment if he should have asked the headmaster to reassign her to someone else, she obviously wasn’t happy about the arrangement, her body language already made that clear. Closed in on her own thoughts she remained silent, not wanting to let him in.
Georgiana wanted to sleep, her eyes felt heavy, her mind was spinning. Imprisoned and now stabbed, who could have told that would come from a piece of paper signed. She missed her uncle, his laugh with its inevitable coughing fit, his interest in her life, his interest in her. That was all gone now, not one of these monsters had an interest beyond their duty. Georgiana blinked a warm tear from her eye and decided that maybe it was better sometimes not to say a word; to keep those precious memories to herself where no one could hurt her with them.
There is no remedy for memory.
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