Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

Recovery~part 2 ~Sam

*May be triggering. Discussed mental illnesses briefly*

The patients walk out of the white room, heading for their own. Or maybe the cafeteria. It's lunch time, after all. What's annoying me as well is that they serve plain colourless food three times a day. And you can only eat with a plastic spoon. They took away metal spoons after a patient gauged her own eye out. That was three months ago, I think. Quite disturbing.

"Bye Mr Perry" I call to the man with black hair, just out of politeness. He flashes me a nice smile and waves me goodbye. He's a nice man, alright. Kind. It's a shame that the only reason he's doing this is because he's paid to.

I exit the white room and walk back through the white hallway. I think Hannah had to go and attend a meeting or something. And I think that the only adjective I've been using lately is 'white'.

A large hand on my shoulder stops me in my tracks on the way to my boringly-white room. Probably Kellin, my best friend in this shithole. Well, my only friend.

I turn around but get met with more white. What the... I glance up and see it's the new man from my therapy group, looking as curious as ever. Okay, I wasn't expecting him. He's like a moose. Sam the moose.

"Hi. Can I help you?" I ask, smiling softly at the tall man. You never know what kind of hallucinations someone could be having. He could see me as Satan himself right now. I don't know. Maybe I look like a big, three headed Loch Ness monster. That's a funny thought.

A week ago someone attacked one of the nurses because they thought the nurse was a Terminator sent from the future to kill them. Don't get me wrong, I love the movies. But there's a fine line between imagination and reality.

"Um, I was wondering why you're here. You didn't say anything in the group therapy... I'm sorry but I'm just curious and you seem perfectly normal to me."

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, before staring off into space and glaring at something that's not there. Oh. Maybe he can go ahead and convince Dr Perry that I am normal. There's nothing wrong with me. Nothing worth talking in depth about anyway.

"Well, I've been here for nine years now. Seen some pretty weird stuff. I've been diagnosed with all sort of shit. Bipolar, Borderline Personality Disorder. It changes, according to Dr Perry. No idea how that's possible. But whatever. I'm fine." I shrug as if I just didn't tell him some 'screwed up' stuff. That's what Kellin called it, anyway. But he's not any better.

"Wow. I'm really sorry... " He looks at me apologetically and moves to take my hand, as if to calm me down. Wrong move. I flinch away and move back a step, hiding my hand behind my back. I don't care that I almost bump into someone who's bangin their head against the white wall.

"Please don't." I whisper, looking down at my white shoes. Bloody white. I'm sick and tired of white. Red would be a better colour. Way better.

All of a sudden, the man pulls me into a tight hug, which is what we both need right now, I guess. But it's kind of unexpected. It takes me by surprise. I burry my head into Sams firm chest and let a single tear slip out of my eyes. I like hugs. They're calming and nice. And Sam gives the best ones so far.

"I ship it!" Kellins voice echoes down the white hallway full of cranky people, making me giggle slightly. Maybe this place won't be so bad now that Sam's here.

(A/N)
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