I'm not crazy (Scomiche)

Chapter 5

   When I made it back into my room, I stared at my off-white walls and cringed. That white was infuriating. At this point, I'd be happy with black walls. I walked in anyways and made my bed. The sheets were off-white too. Yup, if I wasn't crazy before being in this nut house, I sure would be by now. I flopped on my bed with a bounce, it gave me an opportunity to think about everything that had happened to me up to this point. 

     I was a happy, normal teenager, in love with a nice guy.

     My boyfriend tried to do something I wasn't ready for.

     I blacked out. When I woke up, there was a baseball bat in my hand and my boyfriend was passed out on the floor. Blood was everywhere.

     I ended up here with a lot of new nurses, who couldn't handle me. Until Kirstie didn't leave. She was my best friend.

     Kirstie left me, leaving me with Doctor Hoying, who will eventually get tired of me and leave.

     

     Dang, my life is crap. I want a refund. I had nothing better to do, I really didn't want to listen to music right now, so I closed my eyes. I needed sleep, I didn't get much last night. The dream. I tried hard to push that thought out of my head. I replaced it with the thought of walking outside, down a long narrow path lined with bright red trees. Leaves scattered across the land. That dream brought a mix of emotions with it. Sadness, happiness, excitement. I wish I could still do that. I wish I could still smell the leaves, feel the breeze on my skin, feel the rain. I would be happy enough to see it. I wonder what it looks like outside right now.

     I jumped awake by the sound of a voice, but relaxed a bit when I discovered who it belonged to; Scott. "Mitch, lunch is ready. Come eat." I stood to stand beside him, doing as I was told. I dozed off for a second, thinking about talking to people, seeing the colours, feeling the cold air of my face. I snapped out of it when I was roughly pulled back. "Mitch, what are you doing? You almost ran into a wall. Where's your head at?" I just shook my head. I didn't want to explain, my body felt weak. So I stumbled a bit trying to stand up again.

     When we got to the lunch room, there was a sandwich set out with an apple juice box. I felt like a pre schooler. When I plopped down in my chair, I tried to remember what my best friend looked like. I missed people. As much as I hate them, I miss them. "Earth to Mitch." There was a hand waving around in my face. The glaze in my eyes fled as I focused on Doctor Hoying's eyes.

     "Yes, Doctor Hoying?"

     "Where's your head at, Mitch?" He repeated his earlier question. 

     I sighed, but decided to tell him. "I miss outside and people. I haven't even seen out a window in a few years. The only contact with people I have are guards and doctors. The only colours I see are off white and whatever colour our clothes are." 

     He looked at me for a while. He was looking into me in a sense, not blinking, just staring into my soul. I shifted uncomfortably. He was deep in thought. When he broke the harsh stare after what felt like hours, he sighed. I looked at him curiously. "Alright, come with me. But you have to hold my hand the whole time and tell me if you think you might have an episode, okay?" What was he up to? I hesitantly placed my hand in his.

     He pulled me around some new halls until we got to one big room. It was still off white, but there was windows all around. There were skylights, windows covering most of the front wall and people everywhere. They bumped into me, pushing me around but Scott held his grip and continued to push through the crowd. We got to one of the main windows and I gasped. Everything around me went into a blur, my focus solely out the window. There were a few people I assumed lived here walking around with guards at their side. 

     It was snowing. The large chunks floated swiftly across the sky. Swinging from side to side before the finally hit the ground. When I looked back to Scott, he was smiling down at me. Probably laughing at my excitement. I didn't care. I flung myself at him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Scott!" I said. He wasn't hugging back. 

     I pulled back and frowned at him. It took a lot to hug him. I hate it when people touch me let alone show signs of affection. He noticed my hurt expression and pulled me back down the halls to my room. He tapped a guard on the shoulder and said something to him. Something about opening the door. He pulled me into the room, but I tugged my hand out of his grip. He looked a tiny bit hurt. Now he knows. "Listen, Mitch. I have two things to tell you. One, I'm not allowed to have any unnecessary physical contact with you. Thats why I didn't hug you back in public. And two, how do you know my first name? You said, 'thank you, Scott!'. How do you know my name?"

     I could feel myself turn beet red. Busted. I wouldn't think about telling him about eavesdropping on Kirstie and his conversation about me. About how he has to watch over me. "Sorry, you have to go... I have a date with, Troye Sivan. Bye..." I knocked on the door and the guard opened it. I prodded him out of the room. When I closed the door again, I slid down the back of the door, to the ground. "Smooth." I whispered to myself with a little chuckle.

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     A/n: you can all thank 'PeterPiperPickee' for convincing me to update so early.