I'm not crazy (Scomiche)

Chapter 3

   Some point, shortly after I got to go back to my room, I fell asleep. I was in my corner still. In the morning l, someone was tapping my shoulder. It took me a second to register what was going on, but when I clued in, I flinched away and snaked the hand lightly. "Just because I let you touch me once, means nothing about now, got it?" I sasses I'm my groggy voice. Scott backs away hands up in surrender.

     "Breakfast, Mitch. Let's go." Hoying basically commanded. I raised my eyebrow at him. Do I sass back? He is treating me like a person at least. When I decided to not freak on him, I stood up and obeyed. When I looked to the door there was no guards, it was just wide open. 

     "There are no guards." I said in astonishment. He looked over at me.

     "Do you want there to be guards? I didn't think you liked them." 

     "No, I hate them. It's just... people don't trust me to not run away and kill somebody. Why do you?"

     "I don't trust you. Not at all. But if you do try to run, I can run faster. And if you do spaz out, I can hold you down. You should see the number you did on my leg yesterday. It's all purples and gross." He said nonchalantly.

     I couldn't help the guilty feeling that ran through my body. My whole posture slouched. I looked at the ground and started on my way to the lunchroom. I could practically feel scott breathing down my neck. It was infuriating, but I managed to keep my cool. When we got to 'the lunchroom', I sat in the chair and looked at the food. One piece of buttered toast, a banana and some milk. Scott sat across from me. 

     I didn't want him here, he's trying to replace Kirstie. That will never happen. He doesn't trust me, I don't trust him, despite how hot I think he is, I will hate him for life. 

     In the time it took me to vow that, I had finished my breakfast. I pushed my empty tray forward and leaned back in my chair, arms over my chest. "Done?" He asked. I gave him a face that said, "well duh." He raised his non existent eyebrows at me.

     "You can answer verbally. I'm here to help you. All I ask in return is a little bit of respect." He said in a stern voice. I was a little scared but I wouldn't show it. I just stayed in my position, looking at the ground. He let out a big sigh. "Come now, Mitchell. We're going back to your room." I stood and started walking. When we got to my room, let Dr. Hoying open the heavy metal door. I walked straight to my corner and put in my ear buds. 'See through' was blasting in my ears. I started quietly singing along. 

     "You're a good singer." Someone pulled my ear bud out and I stopped singing instantly. I thought he left already. Why is he still here? I didn't feel like talking to him, so I just raised my eyebrows again. He got the hint because he continued. "I have nowhere else to be... and I figured it must be boring all alone in here. So I thought I would hang with you." I just turned back into my corner. "Okay..." he went to go leave the room, but I changed my mind at the last second.

     "It does get pretty boring, the off white walls are especially blinding." He stopped in the middle of my door. After a second he turned around. 

     "Why do you do that? Be rude one second then fine the next?" He asked.

     "Says you, blondie. You can leave if you want to. I was just trying to be nice." I turned back to my corner and pushed my ear bud back into my ear.

     It was pulled back out of my ear by the doctor sitting on my bed. "Still here." 

     "Sounds like you're as indecisive as me." I said. After about two minutes he decided to talk again.

     "You're not wrong about it being boring in here. So you just sit in that corner, listen to music, sleep and wait for one of us to come and get you?" He asked dumbfoundedly. 

     "Well, give me another idea and I will gladly comply. There isn't even a window. The other... patients get to go outside and eat in the lunchroom together." I hate that word , I hate that word. I'm not broken, or sick, or a child, or  'a crazy'. I am Mitch. Just Mitch. He seemed to notice my emotions.

     "You okay?" He said in a slow, deep soothing voice. I hated it.

     "Don't talk to me like that, please. I'm not a child, I'm not..." but Mabey I am. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't crazy.  I let a single tear slide down my face. My emotions going haywire. Sadness, confusion, loneliness. Even with  Doctor  Hoying here, I was alone. Because he was just that, a doctor. Not here because he cares about me,  but because he has to. To get paid. Or mabey it was a dare. 'Who can last longer working with the crazy'? 

     When I snapped back into reality, he was hugging me. I panicked. I pushed him back far enough for him to end up on his back. I pushed myself myself back into my corner as far as I could. I wrapped my arms around myself. When I cooled down I looked to Scott to ensure that he was alright. He seemed alright physically. Probably just shocked by my actions. I walked over to him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Don't be mad, I'm sorry." I held out a hand to help pull him up. I didn't take into count my size compared to his. Nor did he. When he grabbed my hand to pull himself up, I fell on top of him. We both squirmed to get off of each other. We failed miserably. He accidentally ran his hand up my thigh. I didn't get the chance to stop the moan that passed my lips. We both froze. 

     "I'm sorry."  We said in unison. He lifted me up and say me on the ground beside him. My face was beet red from embarrassment. Hoying sat up in front of me. "When was the last time you were touched?"

     "What a personal question. Well, uh, never? Sorry about that by the way."

     He just nodded. His watch beeped and he looked at it. "It's time for lunch."

     "I'm not that hungry. You should go." I said as I went back to stop the time of the world passing with music. I needed to just be me in the world. Stop the thoughts.