Violent Delights (Johnny Slaughter x Leland McKinney)

Chapter 10. (EPILOGUE.)

2 years later, 2025 - December.

"Your hair is getting very long now," a voice speaks up, which causes Leland to look up from where he was eating. He eyes down the woman standing in front of his table, raising one eyebrow as he moves a hand to run his fingers through his hair, "It's looking really good on you." She says with a small smile, before moving closer to his side.

"How are you feeling today?" She speaks up again, and Leland's eyes drop back down the plate of food in front of him.

He frowns to himself as he uses the wooden fork to push at the food that's on the plate. There's a piece of buttered bread pushed to one side, some type of meat on the other side and some cut up ( cooked ) potatoes in the middle of it. The frown is still etched on his face as he stares at the potatoes, a familiar feeling washing over him like these fucking things hold a significance to him. It makes him a bit more confused as he stares hard at them, before he's shaking his head and looking back at the woman.

"I'm feeling fine today," Leland finally says, his voice flat with no emotion, "Exactly the same as I felt yesterday, and the day before that.. And the day before that." He stares blankly at the woman, blinking slowly as he watches her frown just a little bit.

"You do know why I'm here right?" She questions him, attempting to give him a small smile as well.

"Yeah, I know." Leland says with a small sigh, leaning back in his wheelchair and sticking his arm out towards her.

She gives him another frown, as she reaches into her little medical bag; pulling out an alcoholic wipe and a needle. He scrunches his face up at the needle, not being a fan of those things, and he has to look away when she dabs at the skin with the wipe.

"I don't know why I can't just take the pills," Leland speaks up, staring out the window that's in this room, "You know I hate needles."

He can hear her sigh, before she's speaking up once more.

"Don't you remember when you first got here?" She questions, as she readies the needle, "You were kicking and screaming at us to not shove pills down your throat. And you even went as far as to try and bite a doctor's hand, when they came near you with one."

"That was nearly two years ago," Leland defends himself, "I think I would be fine taking the pills now. My brain has had time to balance itself out, and it knows right from wrong now. I don't even know why I'm still here."

"You know why you're still here," She says, and he can hear the disappointment in her voice, "Do you not know how lucky you got, coming here? Your doctor didn't even need to appeal to the court for a case, after you were already sentenced as guilty. If they had to appeal for you, you would be in jail for god knows how long. You got really lucky by coming here."

"Do you really call this luck ?" Leland snaps, turning his head to face the nurse just as she jabs the needle in his arm - causing him to wince at it, "You guys keep me heavily medicated all day, and it's to the point where I don't even know who I am anymore. I still haven't regained most of my memories, like what was my life before here? The medication you have me on, you've just made me a thing . I'm not a person anymore."

"Don't be silly," She says, shaking her head as she places the used needle back in her medical bag. She knows better than to leave these out around patients, "Your name is Leland McKinney, you're nearly twenty five years old and you're just a normal young adult."

"I wouldn't call this normal," Leland sighs, moving his arm away from the nurse, "I'm locked up in this asylum, you guys have me bound to a wheelchair when I come out of the room; because you're afraid I'll attack someone. I'm always being watched, even when I eat, my hands are only free for a small period of time. I don't even know what my life was like before here, did I have friends? If I did, why don't they visit me? What about my family? Surely I have parents right?"