Short stories

Chapter 14 Im friends with the monsters

~Kaitlyn~
I'm friends with the monsters that's under my bed

"Morning Kaitlyn! Ready to get started?"
My co worker Luna asked me
"Morning Luna, and ready as I'll ever be"
"Okay so..."
Luna continued to show me around my new workplace

Get along with the voices inside of my head

"For the next few days your going to be shadowing me and how I care for my patients" I nod showing I understand she turns to me and sees my notebook, "for notes so I don't fuck up this job" she nods knowing what I mean

your trying to save me stop holding your breathe

We go through each room one labeled Howe one labeled Kasten "these two are two with Residual schizophrenia" I nod as we continue down the hall towards the end of the day we stop outside of a door labeled
Borquart
"His name is Nathaniel, but prefers to be called Nate, as a young teen his mother was murdered and afterwards he went through a severe depression which left him in withdrawal "

And you think I'm crazy
Yeah you think I'm crazy

"a little while afterwards he told his dad he was seeing things, we were surprised he was so open because normally they aren't the most open people" I nod understanding what she meant

I wanted the fame but not the cover of news weeks
Oh well guess beggars can't be choosey wanted to receive attention for my music wanted to be left alone in public.
Excuse me.

We both step in
"Luna?" He asks "yeah nate"
He is staring outside of the barred window
"Nate?" "Yes Luna?" He is still looking out the window "Nate? This is Kaitlyn" he turns around and ...holy shit...

For wanting my cake and eating it too, and wanting it both ways, fame made me a ballon cause my ego inflated.

His brown hair has a tint of orange to it
His freckles are what made him stand out. He held out his hand, I slowly grasped it, his grip was soft not tight not firm, just soft.
"Kaitlyn is going to be helping you out while I'm gone" he nods... No smiles.
She shows me a few things to do with Nate.

When I blew, see but it was confusing. Cause all I wanted to do was be the Bruce lee of loose leaf, abused ink used it as a tool when I blew steam (whoo!)
Hit the lottery, oh wee

In the next few days Nate started talking I felt like a therapist. "Kaitlyn?" "Yeah Nate" I said looking up from my book, Nate loved reading I would bring a book to work while he sat there and became interested so I brought him books from my library, "what does the world see me as?" I put my bookmark in the page and set it aside, he looked at me and I opened my mouth to speak "and don't tell me some bull shit sympathy story" he says.

But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet. It was like winning a used mink, ironic cause I think I'm getting so huge I need to shrink.

I nod "Nate people think-people judge- people hurt" I say overlapping a few I take his cheeks in my hands
"I got shunned by a few of my friends because I wanted to work here, they said I would loose my mind" he chuckles "but I think I've gained more sanity in here than out here" he looks to the corner of the room blinking his eyes and shaking his heads I nod approved that he shook the hallucinations off. "But I think nothing different of you than I would anyone else, every single person in the world is different but alike, and you know what?" He looks back up to me "what?" "Everyone who thinks we're different or weird, is just as mad and crazy and weird as us" he gives me an attempted smile