Psych Ward (Peterick)

Chapter 25

'Please, let me go!!' Patrick screamed desperate. He didnt know how long he'd been here. All he saw was white. He didnt know which day it was, what time it was, he didnt know anything.

They took off the straightjacket which probably wasn't a very good idea. There wasnt a piece of skin left to be seen.

His voice got scratchy because of the screaming and yelling, pleading to be freed. Even though he was the only person in that room, he was never alone. And it never got quiet.

*Pete's POV*

'When will he get out' I demanded an answer.

'Whenever he stops hurting himself' the warden said cold blooded.

'Are you insane, putting him alone in a room with just his thoughts are not going to help him. Not at all. He needs people. He needs to be distracted. He doesn't do good on his own!'

'Now, mister Wentz calm down, I think I know more about how to help a person who's crazy'

'He's not crazy'

'Oh my bad, a person with a mental illness' she grinned.

'Seriously, you are out of your mind,'

'Mind your words, mister Wentz or you will not be working here for any longer' she warned as she ushered me out of her office.

I need to do something. She's crazy. I just dont know what to do. I dont want to lose my job. They need me here. Stacey and me are the only onces who still have a concience. Who still have morals.

I walked over to the solitary room and stood in front of the door. Patricks inside here and it makes me feel so fucking bad. He's probably going insane and hurting himself.

I carefully looked around the corner to see if the hall was empty and it was. I turned the lock of the solitary room and slowly and quietly opened the door.

My heart dropped as soon as I catched a glimp of Patrick. His body was shaking violently. Blood smeared on the what used to be the white flooring. He lifted up his head and looked at me with drained, pleading eyes. Begging me to get him out. But I couldn't do anything.

'I-I'm s-sorry P-pete' he croaked out as he began crying.

I looked around the corner again and saw the warden getting out of her office. I looked back at Patrick again and closed the door quickly and I walked away quickly. I rushed over to Joe's room and knocked before I entered. I breathed deeply in and out to calm down before I heard a sniffle.

I looked up to the bed Joe was in and I heard him sniffle again. His body shaking a bit under his blanket.

I wallked over and sat down at the side and layed my hand on his shoulder.

'Hey, Joe, whats wrong?'

He turned around and faced me. His eyes bloodshot from crying. Wet and dried tearstreaks on his cheeks.

'S-she.. wont l-let me see A-andy' he said shakely.

'Who? The warden?'

'Y-yes'

'Why n-not?'

'She said because I dont make enough progress. I w-want to see him, Pete, I n-need to'

'I know Joe, I know, I'm going to do something about it okay! Its going to be okay. I'm going to make sure she leaves!' I said convinced.