The Butterfly Room

Chapter 1

Jax was pacing in his room. His pale feet slapped against the hard dirty tile that was on his floor. His dirty blonde hair was a mess, the sheets on his bed tussled and ruffled. He couldn't sleep. The medicine he had been given didn't kick until hours later. His light blue eyes held a crazy and estranged look in them. He was going insane again. The voices in his head were getting louder and louder. A whimper escaped his pale lips as he felt his body growing hotter and hotter. He needed to cool off. Ripping his shirt off, he threw his pants off with it, the discarded clothing landing in a messy heap and he sank to the floor, holding his knees to his chest as whimpers escaped from him. He just wanted them to stop.

"Stop. Please stop! I don't wanna listen anymore! Make them stop, please!" he screamed, gripping his hair and shaking as he rocked back and forth. His disease was unknown.

He would be fine one minute, screaming the next, and threatening to murder later. He was bipolar, and had voices in his head that tried to control him. Or so he said. The seventeen year old boy was a sad case, and in this dirty asylum he was sure to not last any longer.

Abigail hurried down the long path to the asylum that held poor Jax. She had received a letter only some time ago from Jax's doctor who wrote that Jax was struggling with his medications and his conditions were getting worse and beginning to make his growth process through his illness more challenging. A nurse from the asylum had come to her with news about Jax and she immediately left and hurried to go to him to tend to his needs. Abigail breathed heavily from being almost out of breath and her black hair fell into her eyes as it came out of its once perfect bun. It was going on 10 at night.

She wore a blue dress with black laced boots and a small jacket to keep her warm from the cold. She wore a beautiful necklace around her neck that was made of pearls that Jax had made for her on her third visit to see him. She loved it so much she wore it every day. Her skin was pale, but smooth and beautiful; her lips were a rosy red and her eyes a shimmering violet. She was a beautiful young girl of 17. Abby raced to the doors and went past the guard that tried to grab her and prohibit her entrance at the hour but she pushed him out the way.

"Get out of my bloody way! I need to see Jax! He is my friend. He needs me!" Abby yelled and ran down the hall of the vintage college before her of white walls and filled with emptiness and loneliness. It saddened her to come here but if her friend needed her, she would come. Doctor Blacklock always let her come and go as she pleased to visit Jax at any time and when she came it seemed to help him.

"Jax! Jax! I'm coming! Don't be afraid!" She yelled to him, her heels hitting the floor with a knock. She looked from room to room to find his but it was dim in the large place and harder to see and find his room but she searched on the floor he stayed on. She gasped from hearing a scream that came from a door down the hall and made her way to it with soft pants, getting onto her tippy toes to see Jax on the floor whimpering and terrified. His medicine hadn't kicked in she figured and her eyes watered at the sight of him being in pain and so distraught.

"Oh sweetheart. Jax! Jax! I'm here. Don't be frightened! I'm here." She yelled to him, banging on the door to get his attention on the other side. Jax wouldn't be able to hear her words clearly from the room he was in being almost sound proofed from the padding around him. He lived in terrible conditions and it angered her. How could they do this to him?

"Look up. Don't be scared..." She said softly to him, going to open the door but it wouldn't open. It was locked...

A pathetic whimper escaped the trapped boy's lips as he now lay on his side curled into a tight ball. He wanted Abigail. The voices liked her, and stopped screaming, arguing, and demanding when she was around. He squeezed his eyes shut, holding his head more and tears began to roll down his face as he sobbed, screaming for these stupid voices to stop yelling, and hurting his head. He was half naked, only in his boxers, his white cheek touching the nasty floor of his room.