Nathaniel

III

Nathaniel

White walls, white bed, white doors, white clothes, the only colors here were my features. A man that's broken beyond repair, a man that is trapped in a prison cell with no windows, a man that already sold his soul to the devil.

"Nathaniel, I'm glad to see you awake this morning." 

Brenda. 

This retched women talks as if I'm so idiotic that I need a helping hand swallowing my pills, before I came here I could swallow just fine. I rather skip meals than listen to her ramble about-whatever she rambles about because I rarely listen. Now if we're being fully honest, if stabbing wasn't a crime my knife would already be ten inches in her stomach and across her throat. 

"Here's your oatmeal, fruit, and water. Now, please take these pills." Brenda begs placing the ray across my lap as I stare daggers at this middle aged women.

"These drugs are merely a numbing agent that makes me question realty. I'll pass once again." Shoving the tray back into her arms.

"Nathaniel, I can't keep forcing you to do the things that'll help you." She huffs.

"Then don't, you simply cannot force help on someone that does not want it. It becomes a game where you get irritated and I will move on." 

She glares at me before leaving the ray by my beside table and exiting my room, "Bridget is coming in an hour so I would expect you to be on your best behavior. In the meantime I'll be sending in your cleaning assistant."

I groan in annoyance.

Bridget 

"Do you want to talk to me about anything?" I ask gently, it's been thirty minutes of him just staring at me while I try to speak to him.

"No. Are we almost done yet?" HIs tone matched his facial expression. irritated.

I sigh while running a hand through my hair, "if you want to be."

"I wanted to be when you first stopped in here." Nathaniel snapped at me.

I searched his face for anything that gave me answers, what answer you may ask? I have no idea.

Analyzing every line, every pattern, every defined details on his skin. I could make out a scar across the middle of his cheek and how there's a ring of green around his pupil before it poured out gray. I contemplated leaving but-

"Do you always check out your patients?" A mans voice filled my ears once again.

I jumped back not realizing how close I have gotten myself, "Don't be ridiculous, I was just wondering where you have gotten that scar?"

Lies.

"Has anyone told you how bad of a liar you are?" He asked with a hint of humor in his voice.

"I think we're going to end today's session early, yes." I quickly got out of my seat and placed it back. When I turned around I saw stare at me but it looked as though he wasn't looking at me rather thinking deeply, very deeply. 

His brow raises.

"I'll see you tomorrow Nathaniel." 

"You're wasting you time." 

"Maybe." With that I shut the door.

He's attractive lets get that out of the way...and he smells good, stop. I know you're judging but a good smelling man is a hot man. It wasn't strong, he just smelled like what I would imagine Johnny Depp would smell like in one of those cologne commercials. 

Stomping my way back to my car, I wrapped myself up in my coat tighter as a weird chill rang though me and I hardly believed it was the light snow that's coming down this morning. There was no one in the parking lot of a psych ward currently so taking my chance I looked up and saw a vulture on top of the building. 

I'm scared of vultures now? Get it together Bridge.

Hopping in my car my phone rang, "Hello?"

"Hey, I need you in my office in twenty." Matthew commanded. 

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"You needed to see me?" 

"Yes, I need a progress report on Nathaniel because I just got a call that Nathaniel wants a new therapist. I'm not mad, I just don't understand why he hasn't taken a liking of you." Matthew clasped his hands on his desk in front of him.

"He's gone through multiple therapists and keeps refusing treatment. It has also been two days I hardly doubt there's been any progress." I say, taking a seat in front of his desk.

He hummed in response, "alright, keep me posted, in the meanwhile if he still requests for you to leave by Christmas you will be removed from this 'case' and it will effect your paycheck." 

"I understand." I nodded, before I saw him wave his hand towards the door for me to excuse myself.

sighing in relief once I got up to my office, "time to get to work." 

I opened up my pretty new 'MacBook air' and decided to search up the case of "the Blackwood murder."

The case of the "Blackwood murder"

On September 28th 2001 Poppy Blackwood a mother of one daughter; Jordyn Allieon Blackwood (10 years), and one son Nathaniel Warner Blackwood (7 years) was arrested for voluntary manslaughter. At 11:33pm Poppy was tucking her kids in after the babysitter left for the night after Poppy and Nash came back from the bar. They were said by the the neighbors "in a heated discussion."  When the clock hit midnight there were screams that shook the houses and awakened the neighbors...

"That's it?!" I say after I read a bit more of the autopsy, trial, and what the neighbors heard, "there's got to be more." Without thinking much to it, I knew who would know more of what had happened. 

Nathaniel would most likely refuse to speak but would his sister?

Jumping on Facebook, I sighed, "I'm in my stalker era..."