Psych Ward (Peterick)

Chapter 10

Patricks POV:

I hadn't left my room for a week. I was just too scared to hurt others. I dont care about hurting myself but the possibility of hurting others horrified me. I couldn't look at nurse Stacey in a normal way anymore. Everytime I saw her, this heavy guilty feeling rushed through me.

Vaughn has been torturing me. He doesn't let me sleep and it drives me mad.

There was a knock on the door and Nurse Stacey entered.

'Trick, lunch is ready'

'No Trick, dont eat, you dont deserve it'

'I'm not hungry, I feel a bit sick' I lied, she looked at me with questioning eyes but she decides to let it go and she just nodded and left. Few minutes later she got back with a plate with two slices of bread with cheese and ham, and a glass of milk and she put it on my table. She came over to me and crouched in front of me placing her hands in my knees.

'Tricky its okay to eat, you may eat' she spoke softly.

'Its not okay Patrick, you dont deserve food. You dont deserve anything, not after what you've done'

Tears pricked my eyes but I didnt let them go. I tried hard to hold them in and I tried hard not to burst out in sobs. I didnt answer her and I avoided any eye contact. She stood up and ruffled my hair and she left. Possibly feeling defeated.

I looked at the sandwiches and my stomach grumbled. I hadn't eaten anything for the past 4 days. He just wouldn't let me. I was so hungry but I didn't want the consequenses of not doing what he told me to do. So I grabbed my plate and threw the sandwiches and milk away.

Vaughn hadn't shut up for the past hours. Telling me how terrible I am. How worthless. How I am nothing. I just wanted him to freaking stop. I can't do this anymore. I tugged on my hair hoping he would leave but it was all in vain.

Suddenly I heard the most beautiful thing I havent heard in years. It was distant and soft but I could hear it. It was the song my father used to play me before I went to bed. I slowly stood up and left my room and wandered the choridors. Coming closer and closer to the sound of the guitar. I turned around the corner to the outside patio. I stood in the doorway and I saw Pete with another guy jamming together. I just listened and I just looked at them. My head was empty. Just filled with happy memories of my dad. Memories I havent had in years. There was something else I noticed.

Vaughn wasn't present. It was quiet. And it scared me but it also brought me a bit of piece. I just admired them and I wanted them to go on forever. I was at piece now.

Till they stopped.

'You could have enjoyed your fathers music a lot longer if you didnt killed him'

'I-i didn't do that'

'Oh yes you did. You liked it too'

'I-i did not' i whispered.

'Cold hearted killer, thats what you are'.

'Why didn't you just stayed away' I almost cried.

'Away, away? I'll never go away Patrick, never' I could practically hear him laughing.

I had to get away from here. I ran back to my room as fast a possible. I closed the door and ran to the corner of the room. The place I felt safe the most. I let myself fall down and made myself as small as possible.

Memories of my dad playing the guitar were disrupted by the images of my dad with an axe in his chest. They didn't stop. It kept flashing by.

'You did this, just face it. You liked it so much. The rush, the adrenaline. Murderer. Killer'

'I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I didn't do it' I kept repeating hoping to shut out Vaughn.