Who am I? ((A Professor Layton Fanfic))

Chapter 2: Silence

Silence. It was strong and it filled the entire room. I sat with my hands resting on my lap, looking at the small chains around my ankles. Jaycie picked up her clipboard, flipped the page, and then turned to face me. She was sitting in a dark green chair, with her legs crossed like all sophisticated women do.

"So Clive... How are you today?" It was always the same; so boring.

"Well you see Jaycie, after the dinosaur attack, I'm not feeling oh so well." A said in my most serious tone. A subtle smirk started to form on my lips however.

"Clive... There was no dinosaur attack... And I know you don't hallucinate, so can you please just give me a straight answer? Surely a smart young boy like yourself would know that by cooperating with me, you'll not only be able to leave here sooner but you'll become much healthier." She said while scribbling on her page.

Bullshit.

There was not a way in hell that talking to this woman would benefit me in anyway. Every word that left Jaycie Gray's mouth was utter bullshit. And I let her know on a daily basis.

"Yes Miss Gray, I will completely comply to every one of your smallest requests!" I bowed my head in an attempt of a curtsy. "And as you are surely aware, Miss Gray," I emphasized every sound of her ugly name, "I want nothing more then to leave this horrible place you call a 'beautiful learning environment'."

She sighed and continued to write. "Dove, listen t-"

"Don't call me that!" I snapped. Nobody called me Dove. I kept Constance's family name because she treated me so well, and I didn't want to carry my own family's name. It would only remind me of my dear parents, and that was the last thing I needed. Dove was special though. And I wouldn't let filth like Jaycie Gray say it.

She knew I hated it when she called me Dove.

And that's precisely why she would call me that.

"Terribly sorry Clive, is that still a sensitive subject? Why don't you tell me about dear old Constance Dove? Her death must have hurt you terribly, correct?" She looked at me curiously and straightened her glasses.

That bitch.

She just crossed a major line.

"Constance was a rich old woman with nothing better to do then waste her money on my needs. And I played her like I do everybody else. She was nothing special, she was just another pawn to pay for my schemes, and another puppet to act in my play." I was putting on another act, but this one hurt me. I actually did love Constance. She took me in when no one else would.

But Jaycie didn't know that.

Nor did she need to.

"Clive, I've had enough of your attitude for one session, so I'll let you go early today. However, consider yourself lucky my boy, for Constance gave you everything you needed when no one else would give you anything. She saved your life, and for that you should be gracious." She got up, turned around, and walked out of the room. There was the click clack of her heels, then silence. So much silence.