I'm not crazy (Scomiche)

Chapter 2

     Kirstie walked in, I heard the loud creak of the door over top of my quiet music. I looked over at her. She had two guards at her shoulders. "Hey, Mitch. It's time for supper." She spoke in a soothing voice. She was treading carefully around me. I hate that. I'm a grown human. Not a baby.

     I stood up and put my iPod on its charger. I walked to Kirstie, but didn't look her in the eyes. I waited until one guard stood facing the door, that was my hint to get behind him. I did just that, just like every other day. The other guard stood behind me and Kirstie beside me. She went to grab my hand but I pulled it away. As we walked out, I noticed that Dr. Hoying was waiting outside of my door. He walked beside Kirstie too, but on her other side. He was probably being taught how to take care of fragile Grassi. We turned a few corners until we ended up in a room that I knew as 'my lunchroom'. I sat down at the small table in the middle of the room, where my tray had already been set. 

     Today's supper is cold chicken broth, a dinner roll and a juice box. The blond stood silently in a corner of the room. I could feel his piercing stare in the back of my head. But I focused solely on my bowl of disgusting broth as the girl I called my only friend sat across the table from me. She waved out the guards so they stood outside the closed door.

     "Honey, I have some news." She said calmly. I already knew what it was. I just kept playing with my 'soup'. "I am leaving soon. And I won't work here anymore. And I know that's hard for you but I am here for today and Dr. Hoying is going to take care of you." She's talking like I'm a baby again. I'm not a baby, I am strong. I am not crazy.

     "Don't talk to me like that, please."

     "Like what sweetie?"

     I had to clench and unclench me fists to calm myself down. My nails dug into my hands and drew a little bit of blood. "Like I am a fragile baby. I'm not crazy. You used to talk to me normally. Keep it that way." There was a pause. "Please." She looked into the corner, like she was sending a silent message. Like 'take note' or something.

     "Sorry. So you and Dr. Hoying are going to be great friends. I have a feeling." She gave me a wink as he walked over. I decided that he was pretty cute. I looked back at Kirstie, with a devilish grin. She was shaking her head frantically. This was something I did to her too. It scared her near half to death.

     "Mitchell, don't you da-" she stopped. Noticing that it was too late. I had pushed the other down so he laid on his stomach. I took the opportunity to sit on top of him and lean my head down close to his ear. He winced, gaining a smile from me. If this didn't scare him away, I would just keep trying. I'm not letting anybody else be my Kirstie when she leaves. 

     "Careful, I'm crazy." I warned. I didn't really believe it. At least I don't think I do. As I got up I said "good luck, Doctor." And sat back in my seat. My friend was shaking her head disapprovingly but was also laughing. He stayed shocked on the ground. "Kirstie? I'm not hungry. Can I go back to my room?" She nodded and we all headed back. I didn't want to think anymore about my friend leaving. It was inevitable. When we got back, Kirstie shut the door behind her and left the tall blonde outside. 

     "Mitch?" She walked over to me, I kept my gaze down. "You should be good to Scott. Um- I mean Dr. Hoying. He is going to help you." Hmm. Scott. Cute name. I know, it's sad that that's all that I took from that but I don't want to do this. She brought me into a hug and I didn't hug back. I didn't push her away, but I didn't hug back. "I'm really going to miss you." I nodded when she let me go. I felt like I wanted to destroy something or someone. I held it all back. My body started to shake, I really don't want to hurt Kirstie so I was both relieved and crushed when she said for the last time. "Goodbye Mitchie." 

     She knocked on the door and a guard opened it for her. She walked out and he shut the door again. I let it all out. I tried to contain it, but my anger got the best of me. I stopped thinking and just let go. I punched the wall, it didn't break. I clawed at myself and started to scream. Some guards came in but we're to scared to do anything or even get close. Kirstie is never coming back! There goes all of the bit of sanity you had.I started screaming and hitting and got really close to almost harming a guard. I felt two strong arms pull me in. I couldn't move, but I fought with everything in me. No doubt that this person will have several bruises but they didn't let go. I felt really calm suddenly. I looked over to find a needle had been shoved into my arm. The clear fluid draining into me. I panicked again. Only Kirstie can do that. My legs felt weak. My last sight was Dr. Hoying grabbing me right before I hit the ground. Everything went black.

     After what felt like only a few seconds, I woke up.It felt like someone had me in a tight hug but when opened my eyes I found that I was in a straight jacket. The room that I was in was the same blinding off white as my own but this room was padded. Also, there was no bed or bathroom. In this room, there was only cameras and padding. I started to struggle against the restrain but stopped when everything in my body started to hurt. I remembered what had happened. I had hurt myself and almost another. You really are crazy. 

     I struggled for a few minutes to get up, ignoring the pain that I had inflicted upon myself. I walked up to the camera. "I'm sorry. I'm done." Then I sat back on the floor and waited for someone to get me. I was drained and exhausted. I wanted to be out of 'all saints' and in with the real world. I let a single tear make its mark on my cheek. I couldn't wipe it. 

     Click.

     The door opened and with all of my heart I hoped it was Kirstie. That she had changed her mind about leaving. I wasn't so lucky. It was Scott. "Hey." I raised my eyebrows at him. "So, you had an episode and we had to put you to sleep. You were harming yourself so we had to restrain you. You've been out for 27 hours." It was a a rule that the therapist/nurse had to tell the patient what had happened. I hated that he called it an episode. "I am allowed to take the jacket off if you would like."

     "I only let Kirstie touch me." I said stubbornly. He stayed put. I like that he doesn't push me into things I'm not ready for.

     "She isn't here Mitch. I could get someone else to do it if you don't want me to." He said sincerely.

     I shook my head. If I couldn't get Kirstie, he was the next best thing if I wanted out. "Just give me a minute. To think about it." He didn't reply but he stayed in the corner and waited while I convinced myself that it wasn't so bad. Any other guard would have left me for another 6 hours or just came to undo it but he waited. "Okay, can you undo the jacket please?" He walked forward slowly and undid the jacket and helped me out. 

     I still don't like this guy, but he is way better than any of the other guards around here. He walked me back to my room in silence, keeping his distance. I was here again, alone in my off white walls in my corner.