~JORDAN PATRICK~ Not a man of ice but a creation of flames; he is bound to only destruction as his form of expression. Aiming his fists and using his tongue as a weapon is the only way of life Jordan knows. Day in and day out anger swarms within him...
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'I'm angry and everyone knows it. They are right to stay away. People who try and stay anger me the most' - Agression
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Why do people think they know me? Let's start there. Dr I-probably- have-a-psychology degree- so-I-know-everything, thinks he knows everything.
In his head he has this image of me painted and that somehow means he can see what's inside of me. He was wrong about me needing people because I need no one.
You don't see me prancing around like some lost lamb trying to make people like me. If they don't like me that is a them problem not a me problem.
Although, a traitorous part of me has always wondered what it would be like to have someone, just anyone to talk to. I'm not talking about some Dr or a staff member who works in this Facility; but a friend who knows you and listens.
But that's a part of me that will forever remain a secret because it's the part of me I am not yet willing to accept. Nobody in this place would ever talk to me anyway.
I'm too angry and I'm too hateful. So they need to get over themseleves because I'm not going to change.
The Facility owns a patch of land just towards the back of the building. Nothing special really, long stretches of green lushes grass and a few Oak trees here and there.
It's the only place where I can find peace, plus patients don't usually come out here. Maybe it's because they know I spend most of my time out here.
Not that they would even see me; I'm laid down in the grass. Now that's going to sound very weird to you but it's actually quite relaxing.
The ground sometimes proves to be the best cushion and something about being away from everyone allows me to breathe.
Behind my closed eye lids I can feel the gentle rays of the sun illuminating me in a golden glow. Wheather seems to be doing pretty well but I prefer the rain.
I just can't stop thinking about the fact that I am going to have to spend the next however many months I have left here talking to Dr Know It All. I'm actually going to go crazy.
Well to be honest I already have. I punched him in the face and it was comical watching the blood drip down onto his white lab coat. I was bracing myself for some yelling or at least a punch back but I got nothing. Just a simple 'please leave' and I left. Another purple bruise to add to the collection.
A benign breeze ruffles through the air causing goosebumps to form along my bare arms despite the sun.
A scent of lavender and possibly coconut hits my nose and I frown. Where can that be coming from? I know for a fact nowhere in that Facility could possibly smell nice.
"What are you doing?" A feminine voice suddenly disrupts of what little peace I have left and I freeze colder than the breeze.
I bring myself up onto my forearms and blink twice to make sure I'm not dreaming. A girl stands not that far away from where my feet are on the ground. She sways slightly from side to side with her hands covering her stomach not so subtly.
