I'm not crazy (Scomiche)

Chapter 4

It was dark. All of the lights were off, everything was quiet. The 'All Saints' asylum was filled with sleeping patients. I opened my eyes and sat up when I thought I heard my door open. "Hi Mitch." The voice taunted. "Long time, no see. Did you miss me?" I tried to yell but my voice came out a high echo of a whisper.

When the owner of the voice was close enough to recognize, I panicked. My ex boyfriend. He still had the dent in his head from the baseball bat. "Why don't we pick up where we left off, honey?" He said as he climbed on top of me.

"No, no. Please, no." My voice hoarse and barely audible.

"You don't sound like you mean that dear. Playing hard to get?"

"Stop. Stop, please!" He pulled my pants down. I took in a sharp breath before sitting up for real this time. I was met by two ice blue eyes. Doctor Hoying. His hand was on my shoulder, I tried to ignore it but when I looked down at his fingers he pulled away.

"I'm sorry. I came to wake you up because it's time for breakfast but you were having a nightmare. Are you okay?" I looked around the room quickly, it was only Scott and myself. I did a mental assessment of myself. Sweaty, erratic breathing, bed head. I calmed myself down.

"Yeah, I'm good. Thank you." I started to blush as I suddenly became aware of how I must've looked. It's been awhile since I have slept in this late. Usually I have time to get ready before breakfast. "Give me a moment?" He nodded and walked out of the room. I stood and looked around the very quiet room. Still alone. I quickly got dressed, did my hair and washed my face, not bothering to make my bed. When I was done, I knocked on the large metal door. "I'm done." I called and stood back so the door could open.

"Alright, let's go!" Doctor Hoying said enthusiastically. I had to get used to not having guards to lead me to and from places. About halfway to the lunchroom, Scott built up the nerve to ask about my dream. "So, what to talk about your dream?" I cringed as he brought back the dream.

"When I was younger, I wanted to finish school and become a singer." I quipped back sarcastically.

"You know that's not what I meant." I flashed him a wink and a smile as we neared the lunchroom. For a second, I wondered what it would be like to eat with the other... patients. I'm really not a danger to myself or others. I only get mad sometimes. Everyone gets mad sometimes. I'm not crazy.

I must've stopped walking because I was standing right in the middle of the door way. Hoying behind me chanting "Mitch. Mitch. Mitch." I started walking again, but before I could make it to my seat, I was pushed to the ground. Scott caught me at the last second, but still laid me on the ground. He sat on top of me as I tried to wiggle free. "First of all, you should know that this is payback for the first time I ever went in here with you." I started to panick, this position was making me remember my dream. I kept my anger and fear inside though.

"Doctor Hoying, you-"

"Secondly," he cut me off. I was trying to keep my cool but my vision was blurring. "You should tell me what your dream was about. I can see it's bothering you. Holding it all in will only make it worse when you let it all out. So you should tell me now."

I snapped. "YOU KNOW WHAT YOU SHOULD DO!? GET OFF OF ME! CAN'T YOU SEE HOW UNCOMFORTABLE THIS MAKES ME!? I TRIED KEEPING MY COOL BUT YOU PUSHED ME TOO FAR!? MY GOD, GET OFF OF ME!" When he finally got off of me, I stood up. I tried to walk around to cool myself off, but the my thoughts started wondering over to the day I was put in here. The reason I was put in this stupid asylum. My dream. All of it hitting me at once.

I was trembling now. I was trying to hold back the episode that was about to happen. Usually I would just let it happen, but I had something to prove this time. And I really didn't want to hurt Scott. I managed to turn and face Scott in the corner. Still shaking, I managed to get out a few words. "D-doctor Hoy-ying. I- I- I'm going t-to..." I didn't have to finish because he understood what I was trying to say and had walked over to me. He hugged me tight, ensuring that my arms couldn't move to scratch and with the other hand, he held my head close to his chest.

My mind was completely torn between the memories and dreams and reality or Scott whispering to me. "Hey, hey, hey. Listen, I'm sorry. Don't listen to whatever's going on in your head. Block it out. Listen to my voice. Hey, I'm here." Memories. "No, calm down. Your doing good. Keep fighting it Mitch." Memories. "Block it out. I'm here. Don't think about that, concentrate on my voice." Memories. "Your doing so well, keep fighting." My mind had almost completely stopped the memories. My complete focus was on Doctor Hoying's voice. He had obviously had training on this. "Shhh. Don't listen. You're okay. You're okay." He cooed.

"It's done." My body had stopped shaking and I had calmed down. He released his tight grip on me before looking down at me.

"In your file, it says that you don't usually give warning before an episode, you just go all out hulk smash. You don't usually try to prevent them from happening either. What changed?"

I laughed a little. "You can't sum me up from a paper in a folder. People change and a paper rots." I stated as I pulled away from him to go sit in my chair to eat. I was starving and exhausted. Episodes alone are exhausting, but to stop one from happening. That's ten times worse.

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A/n: double update! Never say boredom isn't a super power of its own!