I'm not crazy (Scomiche)

Chapter 6

I paced around my room, it was 9:25. Lights out was at 9:30. I couldn't have the lights out, he would come again. My ex would come. With darkness comes fear. I want to ask someone to keep my light on, but doctor Hoying's most likely gone home to a perfect boyfriend. Kirstie would have come in to let me know that she was leaving, she would have hugged me and said goodnight. But here I am, alone, pacing hopelessly around the small off white walls that pick away at my sanity. 9:29. In a second, the lights would flicker off. I would be alone... in the dark... or would I? Would he be in here too? Would he get revenge for what I did too him?

I was about to look around the room, but as soon as I turned around, everything went dark. I started to shake. I was in the dark... the room completely invisible. These thoughts were driving me mad, but then again... no! No, I'm not crazy. It was an accident, what happened to him was out of fear. I'm not crazy, I'm not. I was in my corner now. As pressed in as I could be. If Kirstie were still here, she would have told me to suck it up, but still would have got me something to keep away the darkness until morning.

I tried to push away those thoughts because I could feel an episode right around the corner, I was shaking madly. Out of fear of my ex coming to finish, out of anger that Hoying wasn't here but instead with a boyfriend that he most definitely has, out of sadness that Kirstie left me like the nobody that I am. I closed my eyes and breathed. No, I wasn't crazy, and I still am not. You have an episode now Grassi, and you will be proof that you are just as crazy as they think. So, no. No episode. You have to stop it. You have to stop it, prove them wrong. I looked up to the camera in the corner of the room. I never pay much attention to it but in this moment I relied on it. Do they even still work at this time of night?

Night. Dark. Ex. Bat. Scott. Kirstie. Crazy. I was shaking hard. My eyes were starting around the room for any sign of movement. Your mind plays tricks on you when your scared. It seemed like people were standing in the corners. I heard my door open and I whimpered. Here it comes, he's going to finish you off now. After he uses you, he's going to kill you. There's nothing you can do about it.

"Mitch?" I whimpered and shut my eyes as tight as they go. I can't fight back, might as well just surrender and let it happen. "Mitch, why are you on the floor?" I screamed and flinched back, hitting my head on the wall behind me when I felt someone's hand on me. I slapped them hard out of reflex. "Hey, calm down. Come here. It's doctor Hoying. I'm Scott. It's just Scott." I opened my eyes and practically jumped on him.

"Please turn a light on." My voice came out weak.

 He stammered back before catching hisself from my impact of jumping on him. "Yeah, sure Mitchie." He stuck a key in a hole around the bathroom. When he turned it, a light came on. I had to blink a few times, but my eyes adjusted. He stood from the door frame of the washroom nervously. I watched him, intent on seeing his next move. When he didn't move or speak, I decided I should apologize for my immature behaviour and keeping him from going home to see his boyfriend.

"Sorry about that. I didn't mean to keep you from your people at home. I'm fine now, you can go. Thanks for coming." I spoke slowly getting softer by the end. A look of confusion was evident on his face. 

"Nobody's at home Mitch. I always work late, I just came to tell you that I would be leaving. I would never get to see them anyways, I'm always out." Score!!! I nodded. "Hey,I'm. Don't think this went unnoticed. So spill, what's bothering you?" I looked up at him, still leaning on the doorframe. I couldn't talk to him from over there. I pushed into my corner and patted the floor beside me. He walked over hesitantly. Not meeting my eyes.

When he sat down he looked over to me and raised his almost non-existent eyebrows. He was far enough away from me that even if we reached out, we wouldn't touch. I scooted away from my corner, closer to him and looked straight ahead. "I'm sure that in my file, it tells how I got into here. Into 'all saints'. But, I'm not crazy. I just blacked out. I didn't mean to. It just happened when I panicked."

"It said nothing in your file about how you got here. I've been meaning to ask but I was nervous for the answer with everybody's 'it was really bad' s. It still doesn't explain why you're freaking out."

Keeping my gaze forward, I said, "I'll explain later. I had a boyfriend and I keep seeing him in the darkness. And Kirstie. And you-  I mean-" I let out a short huff and finally looked towards him. "I'm not crazy."

There was a pause before he responded. "No?" I looked down. Maybe he's right. Maybe I am crazy. I am possibly delusional. But no, no I'm not crazy.

"You can leave now." I crawled into bed pulling the thin covers up over my ears. I heard a few steps and I assumed that he was walking towards the door. What I didn't expect was a hand on my shoulder and I could feel his warm breath through the blanket.

"You're right. I don't think your nuts, you just need extra help. Not crazy. I won't press for anything, it's not my place. I can be that help if you let me. But you don't. Goodnight Mitchie." I cringed at the nickname. That was for Kirstie. Only Kirstie. I wonder if she misses me. Does Hoying care? Why do I care. I'm not supposed to care.

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A/n: sorry. This update kinda sucks. :( tell me if you guys have any requests for this story. (I'll let you in on a secret, I'm working on another story. Shhhh) love you all!!! You all rock!!!