Crazy For You

Chapter 3

(Dipper pov)

The bright lights in the room turn back on and that same fucking annoying music starts playing again. I sit up getting off the bed and standing against the wall as the orderly comes in. He won't come in unless I stand against the wall just so he knows that I won't attack him. He hands me the three pills before he takes his phone out and I can hear him playing candy crush on it. Fucking asshole.

I once again fake taking the pills keeping them in my hand before I take a sip of the water. Once again he grabs my arm harder then he needs to pulling me down the halls again as I slip the pills into my pocket.

He lets go of me once we're in the rec room and I sit on the couch next to James. He puts something long and slender into my hand. Glancing down I see it's a pen. I slip it into my pocket. "Where did you...."

"I didn't. Our new nurse friend did." He waves at Annie who gives us a small wave back.

"What's on the agenda this time?"

"Dr. Shitface is going to gather us and tell us that he will be seeing us one by one. And I know we both are going to give him hell."

"It's not fun any other way.....something happened last night....."

"What, you have your first wet dream?"

"Can you be serious for once?"

"Fine fine. Serious mode."

"You remember that dream I told you about, the one I had during my test?"

"Yeah, with the guy who said he would protect you from your pervert uncle."

"Well, last night when the orderly handed me the pill I got this weird feeling and felt like I heard the this voice telling me not to take it."

"You officially going crazy?"

"I don't know. I faked taking it and fell asleep. I had a dream for the first time in 7 years. And that man, Bill, was in my dream again. Saying he was going to get me out of here."

"If that happens you better break me out of here with you."

"You got yourself a deal man."

The doctor comes into the room and everyone takes their seats. "Straight talk only." I hate it when he says that everyday. It is so fucking annoying. "I will talk to you one by one to figure out how to move forward in your treatment. First will me Mason."

Groaning in annoyance I stand up follwoing him to the threapy room. It's really just a blindingly white room with a table and two chairs in it.

We sit across from each other at the table as my fingers fidget under the table. He gets nervous when he sees me fidgeting but it's just something I do whenever I get anxious and I always get anxious when it comes to talking to people one on one like this.

"You know why you're here?"

"Your machine made a mistake."

"The tests are never wrong."

"You just are too proud to ever admit a single fault."

"Have you been taking your meds?"

"Everyday and every night. I couldn't try to not take them even if I wanted to."

"The orderly said that last night you were hearing voices right before you took the night pill."

"I wasn't hearing voices. I thought he said something but I was wrong. The halls are very echoey so I must have heard someone else instead."

"A big part of being insane is that you physically can't admit your own problems no matter how bad they get. Instead you will always just make excuses. So I think it would be helpful to everyone if we doubled your dosage of night and day pills."

I groan slightly just as his phone buzzes on the table. He picks it up glancing at it before he rushes out of the room, the door locking behind him. I take the pen out of my pocket and just sketching on a piece of paper that was laying on the table.

Hearing the door open I glance back only to see James peeking his head into the room. "Yo Dip, come on."

Putting the pen in my pocket I get up following him into the hallways. "What's going on?"

"Mark pissed off Tiffany so she is beating the shit out of him. And while they're all busy, I managed to borrow the keys from nurse Annie." He holds up the keys as he runs down the halls and I run after him.

"But the main doors in and our are locked with keycards."

"While we may not be able to get out of here, I thought we could at least go to Dr. Shitface's office and see what our so secret files say about us."

"You know that you are all kinds of crazy dude."

"You know it."

We get to the doctors's office and he unlocks it with the key as we step in. This place is so clean it would put Martha Stuart to shame. "Any ideas on where our files would be?" He ask me.

"Well considering how this office looks and how he's always fixing his tie, I'm guessing he has major OCD. So he probably has them sorted by last names. What's your last name again?"

"Toles."

Opening the cabinets I skim over files until I find the T's and pull out his handing it to him. I then go to the P's until I find Pines. Taking the folder out I sit in the doc's chair behind his desk as I open the file reading it.

"Of course he redacted my test result. And listen to this: 'Patient is moody and has high attitude problems. After 7 years refuses to admit what is wrong with him.'"

"Geez all these guys are useless." He closes the file. "We should go or we'll end up being put in the quiet room."

"Alright." I put the files back and just have jumped off the chair when I spot unopened enveloples in the wastebasket. I pick up the envelopes, there being about a dozen of them. Looking at all the names on them my eyes widen in horror.

"Dipper? What is it?"

".....my sister wrote to me. She told me it had took her a year to get all the paperwork figured out so she could finally come see me. But these are letters adressed to me from her. And not just her, but our two great uncles as well. I thought everyone had forgotten about me."

I hand him one of the envelopes and his thumb rubs the stamp on it. "I recognize this, it was a limited time thing that was very hard to find. They stopped making these in like the 1970's or something."

"My grandfather died when I was a kid and my sister got his entire stamp collection."

"This envelope has waterstains on it, like it was raining when it got delivered. When was the last time it rained around here?"

"Two days ago.....she wrote to me only a few days ago and that asshole hid it from me.....first my parents hide my letters to her and now the doctors hide her letters to me..."

The door flings open as the doctor comes into the room with four orderlies. He snatches the envelopes out of our hands. "You are not permitted to be in here!"

"Those are mine! My family wrote those to me! Give them back!"

"If they wanted to hear from you then they wouldn't have left you in here in the first place!"

Feeling anger boiling inside of me I lunge at him, my nails barely scratching his cheek as the orderlies pull me off of him. I see him smirk like this is what he wanted me to do. "He is an insane, there is no helping him. Put him in the quiet room."