Beechwood Descendants

DUNCAN

When Duncan got to the phone booth with his bag cradled in his arms the phone was already ringing. He sat down on the bench and answered it. "Is it set?"

"I don't know about this anymore, Duncan." Noah voice came through scratchy and barely audible. The fact that he'd had gone years without speaking was very prominent in his voice now.

"You are not backing out on me. I have to get out of here, Noah. Please." Duncan said in a whisper so that any nurses around couldn't hear him. He ran a hand through his rats nest of hair and scratched his scalp impatiently. "You're the one that told me Sammy was alive."

"I know but he's not the only one that's alive, Jared is too and I'm afraid he's going to hurt you." Noah responded. "I think it's safer if you stay where you are and let Sammy come to you."

"You said Sammy is alive because Miss Drake made him into some immortal freak so of course Jared is one too, I figured that out already. Noah you have to get me out of here, you promised." Duncan was bouncing his leg impatiently and his heart was starting to speed up with frustration. "Sammy won't be able to get here, you're the only way I'm getting out."

"What's the point? It's just Sammy, I know he's your best friend but the rest of them are dead, seeing Sammy is just going to bring back bad memories. You need to stay where you are, you're safer there. You're going to hate me, I don't care, you hated me before I started writing to you." Noah was speaking faster than Duncan knew was possible for the boy. His American accent was mixed with a British from all of his years at Beechwood.

"Don't do this to me man," Duncan pleaded.

"I'll write to you, let you know if I have any more dreams of your friend." The line went dead. Duncan slammed the phone down into the receiver and screamed. He screamed to release his anger, he screamed to release his pain, he screamed to release his past. He screamed until a nurse found him and failed to calm him down. He fought against her and everyone else that tried to hold him down until he was injected with a sedation needle. The nurse shushed him as he slipped and fell unconscious on the floor with the nurse's arms around his and his fellow crazies and nurses watching the scene around them. He was never getting out of here, he was stuck in the nuthouse forever.

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Duncan woke up with his doctor staring at him as if she'd been examining his sleep. There was a clipboard sitting in her lap and a pen was held loosely in her hand.

"Morning," she said with a sweet smile. Duncan jumped up and clutched his aching head.

"I'm going to my room." He tried to leave her office but she grabbed his wrist to make him stop in his tracks. "Let go of me." He tried to sound as threatening as possible but his doctor didn't budge.

"We need to talk." The doctor stated, not dropping her smile. "Connor told me you've been hurting yourself in your room, hitting yourself in the middle of the night. Is that true?"

Duncan hesitated before clearing his throat and shaking his head. "I'm asleep in the middle of the night. You do bed checks every ten minutes and I'm asleep."

"I'm worried about your intentions, Duncan."

"Fuck off. I'm in a nuthouse for crying out loud, what do you expect from me?" Duncan tried to leave again but his doctor stood up between him and the door.

"You're parents didn't send you here because you wanted to die, they sent you here because of your night terrors after your school collapsed. They said you kept seeing vampires." She was so calm hey her voice was so aggressive.

"That's such a cliche word for it." Duncan rolled his eyes. "If you think I'm crazy, fine, I don't care just let me go back to my room and resume contemplating life." Duncan shoved past her and yanked open the door, stomping down the hallway and towards his room. He opened the door and found Connor waiting for him.

"Welcome home." Connor smiled apologetically.

"Home doesn't exist." Duncan dropped into his bed and pulled the suffocation prone blanket over his head.

"Not running away anymore?" Connor asked, Duncan could hear Connor's bed creek under his weight.

"Shut up, go slit your wrists in the showers I don't care. Leave me alone." Duncan tightened the blanket around his head and didn't say a word for the rest of the night. His pillow was wet with tears by the time the sun rose.

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