Source Of Sorrow [BoyXBoy]

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I was sat on a chair, at one end of a dull grey table. My only guess was that I had to meet someone, considering there was an empty seat opposite me. The walls of the room were also a murky grey, and so was most of the floor. One wall was different though as, instead of being painted as if it was from a horror film (if you have not noticed yet, I hate the colour 'grey'), it was a mirror. Oh joy, a one way mirror! Now everyone can laugh at how terrified I look.

My only query was what the actual fuck was going on. No one had told me a single thing and I was infuriated. They couldn't just barge into my house, drive me away from my family, abandon me in a creepy room and leave me clueless. I demand answers!

Even though there was a camera in the corner of the room, spying on me, and I could say anything I wanted - even demand those god damn answers - I didn't dare look at it. I was just too shy and afraid. Who are we kidding though - if you're locked in a grey room by yourself, you are supposed to be shy and afraid.

I'm not always like this though. In certain situations I can be very outgoing and straightforward. For example, if someone I like needs my help or if I see an animal in need. Oh, and bullying. Especially bullying. I hated everything about it. Bullying is like draining all happiness from someone's life and making them do bad things, which they will probably regret later. Almost like Dementors from Harry Potter! I should stop watching those films; they are having a bad impact on me.

Back to bullying... I guess some people would classify my situation, at school, as 'being bullied'. It was very different for me though, mainly because I could not give less of a shit about it. I know that words can hurt, but those uneducated imbeciles can hardly even use them! I could always think up a good comeback and throw them off with how awesome I am.

What? You thought I was going to cover up the fact that I'm a self-centred person? Darling, I'm a very open book. So open my spine might snap in half.

Finally someone decided to bless me with their presence, as the heavy-looking door (which was also a disgusting shade of grey) opened up and a woman stepped through. She was dressed formally and her hair was tied up neatly, however I could not help but sense a bit of playfulness and relaxation from her. The sweet smell of cherries was carried around by her like a poisonous gas. She sure looked like a bitch, but you should never judge a book by its cover. Judge it by its spine instead, because any minute...snap!

The female took a seat in the chair opposite me, gazing at me with an interested expression. It almost seemed like she wanted me to speak first. Tough luck; I was not in the mood for talking.

I decided to ignore her for now and stare at the ground. Right under where I was sitting, the mouldy grey changed to a different colour. It was more red and made the patch almost look like a faded maroon. Realisation struck me like a punch to the chest, leaving me slightly breathless. That stain was made with blood. The blood of a person who was sat in the exact place as me.

"Some of them get a bit too excited," the woman said, making me jump in my seat. Was she talking to me? What did she mean? Could she be referring to the dried blood on the floor? But what is 'getting a bit too excited'?

"I'm Dr Jardine." She offered her hand for me to shake and I hesitantly moulded my palm into hers, then quickly pulled away as if her touch was acid.

"What's your name?" Dr Jardine asked although, for me to be here, she obviously had to already know my name.

"Jack," I stated simply, my voice raspier than I expected it to be. I haven't drank anything in a while; maybe that was the reason. I still was not sure if I should trust Dr Jardine. She was difficult to figure out and I did not have a good view of her spine so...