Cube.

Chapter One.

*Not edited. (I might do it later.)
*It's awful, I wrote it sometime back, I'm publishing it on a dare.
*It's got suicide and mental illnesses in.

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"Every minute of my existence, I still wonder if I could've..." An old woman sat in front of the fire, her blue eyes reflecting the flames, glazed over as she spoke to the photograph in her hand and then shook her head, her words fading away. "It's just too difficult to sigh relief on the fact that I saved myself from suicide, hearing at that very moment someone do the same by shooting himself with me on the line."

Years Ago

Nova's P.O.V:

I couldn't get even an hour of sleep last night. Nothing could help me shut my brain down even if I was specialized in the field, I was going to face him tomorrow.

Evander Ambrose Hale.

Despite his mature name, a nineteen-year-old, whose previous therapists all committed suicide and no one knew why, their notes just had three words on them, scribbled in a hurry or too dark as though it physically hurt them to write.

I am sorry.

With three scribbled words they were all gone but he wasn't arrested, there was no proof he killed anyone but every therapist that attended to him ended up dead. Next would most probably be me unless I made it out alive, I have no idea at what cost though.

I looked in the mirror of the car, combing my hair using my fingers one last time before going to see the mysterious patient who was told not to leave the city. We would be meeting at his college, New Haven. Yale.

They didn't like to be associated with all of this, but they couldn't throw him out, especially in the eyes of the media at the moment, the next best thing was urging people help to him, if he needed any help that was.

I walked through the ocean of people, students and staff spread out evenly across the beautiful campus escorted by a student, babbling about the history of the place, as if I didn't know already. I wasn't an alumnus but they were my college's best competition.

"Here" The escort motioned towards a bench where a boy was sitting with earphones in this ears, a copy of crime and punishment in his hands. I thanked him and took in the boy, Evander, for a few seconds before walking over. He looked calm, focused, his dark hair slightly messy yet his attire perfectly in place, his nails were perfect, lips not bitten, a leg wasn't bouncing.

He was calm, unlike most patients.

"Mr Hale" I put my hand forward with a smile on my face. "I'm Dr De Leòn. Call me Nova"

"Evander Hale," He stood up, shaking my hand. "Call me anything but Ev."

"Do you mind?" I asked taking out a recorder in front of him as we sat down.

"No" He answered smoothly but curtly, his posture relaxed.

"How was your day, Evander?"

"Good, school and whatnot."

"No hanging out with friends? Parties?" I raised an eyebrow and he shrugged indifferently.

"I like being alone."

As quick as his responses were, he was calm and polite. I think I could help him but I needed to know more about him before I could, his records with the previous therapists' notes weren't there.

"Lupin" He seemed surprised at the simplicity of my question, "Other than that I stick to reading."

"How's crime and punishment?"

"Awesome," He answered and then added. "Almost just as good as Brothers Karamazov."

"I loved that book! It showed psychological behaviours and thoughts so well!"

"I know" He nodded slowly, a puzzling expression on his face.

"How are you doing?" I asked and he leaned back.

"Fine"

"I know you don't trust me yet, that is completely logical and fair but you have just lost 4 of your previous therapists and it has to have had an impact on you."

"Used to losing people." He answered with a shrug. "Not a big deal. How is your family?"

I breathed out, looking away.

"I don't have a family."

"That's something we have in common then" He looked at me, thumb still between the pages of his book. "Expect everything about me is on the web yet no one knows of Nova De Leòn."

"You looked me up."

"It's not like you didn't."

I sucked in a breath, my throat clamped, my heart thudded as I pulled out the papers in my purse.

"You are going to have to come to my office for the next session, and fill these papers, please."

"Of course, I'll be there...not like I have anything better to do."

I nodded at him, unaware that the last it wasn't sarcasm but literal.

"It was nice to meet you, I hope that I can help you understand yourself better."

"Mhm."