I'm not crazy (Scomiche)

Chapter 9

     Today's the day that Kirstie visits. I was getting ready when I heard my walkie-talkie make a fuzzy noise. 

     "Hello?" 

     "Oh good, I didn't wake you up did I? It's just that I woke up early, and I wanted to know if you wanted to go outside with Kirstie."

     "Yeah, sounds great. When will you be here?"

     He opened the door. "Now." We shared a quiet laugh. It was only 6:00 in the morning and... patients don't start waking up until 7:30. "Kirstie's in your lunch room." Judging from the size of the smile on my face, it was going to tear me in two. "Come on, let's go then!" I jumped up. I can't wait to see her, it's been so long! We were practically running down the halls. I stopped abruptly in front of the door thought. Why was I so suddenly nervous? Scott walked around me and set a hand on my shoulder, looking down into my eyes. "Are you alright?" He whispered.

     "Yeah." He backed up slowly, never breaking eye contact, until his hand hit the door handle and he opened it. At the table sat Kirstie playing on her phone. She looked up at the sound of the creaky hinges. 

     "Mitchie!" She got up and ran to me. Then she pulled me into a hug. I didn't like it, it felt wrong and uncomfortable. When she let go, I took a step behind Scott and clung to the back of his shirt. I didn't want to be rude, I just knew that he would make me feel safe for whatever reason. We walked in, but when we got to my chair, Doctor Hoying had to pry me off of his body to place me in the metal seat. Kirstie sat across from me, and doctor Hoying stood in the far corner of the room. Much like the day we came here together for the first time. "So? How's life?"

     I looked to Scott for help, but he just gestured for me to answer. "Good. You?"

     "Oh, it's fantastic! Jeremy and I are together and I found a new place to work. All of the crazy people there are so sweet too, though." I stiffened. Was I not good to her? She was the only one I was good to. And... crazy people? She called them crazy people? Is that what she called me when I wasn't around?  I could feel myself start to shake. My thoughts are going to be the death of me. I noticed Scott walking towards me.

     "Do you have to go to the washroom?" Washroom? No. Look at me I don't need to go to the washroom. Then I read his facial expression. He was making up an excuse. I nodded once slowly and he pulled me up from my chair. "We'll just be a second." He said to doctor Maldonado. 

     We walked quickly through the halls, my body still shaking violently, until we got to a washroom. Thank the lord it was empty! We walked in and he locked the door. He pulled me into his chest, making sure that my hands couldn't move. I was trying to hold it back, I really was but from everything that had been going on lately, all of the stress built up and I wanted to let it go. "She didn't mean it. She just doesn't understand what she was saying. Focus on my voice, okay? Try to stay. She didn't mean it, not like that." Of course he understands why this happened, he understands me so well. My body felt weak but my brain felt like it could release a class 7 tornado. He flipped me around, taking a huge risk by freeing my hands. 

     Now, my face was buried in his neck and my nails were digging into my forearm. He lifted me up off the ground, and now was carrying me on his hip like a child. Yet, I found it very comforting. One of his hands was on my back, to keep me stable, the other was caressing me hair. My breathing started to even out and my shakings started coming in short, small bursts. My episode was mostly done. "There. Done?" I nodded into his neck. I was exhausted. How was I supposed to get through the rest of the day? He set me down and put a hand in between my shoulder blades to lead me back to my lunch room.

     When we got there, my breakfast was on the table. YES! I practically flew to my food. I was so hungry. Toast with butter and an apple juice box. Ew, oh well. I started eating, trying to ignore my old doctor. The toast tasted like cardboard, but in that moment I had never eaten anything better. Kirstie giggled at me. I froze my actions to look up at her. Half a piece of toast hang out of my mouth. "Hungry, were you? Jeez, slow down." I death glared her for half of a second before slowing down my eating process. Finishing off with my juice box.

     "Do you want to go outside, guys?" No.

     "Yes! Wait he can do that now? Isn't he classified as a danger to himself and others?" Of course, thank you for the helpful reminder.

     Scott looked at me to see if I was okay. I rolled my eyes and dismissively shook my head. "Yeah, he is. However, he's shown great improvement and is now allowed to go outside as long as I'm there."

     She looked shocked at the news and I growled deep in my throat quietly to myself. We stood up and started our walk to the courtyard doors. Along the way, doctor Maldonado tried to grab my hand, but I pulled away. My trust in her left with her and that of it that stayed behind, got crushed with her words. I ran up beside doctor Hoying and latched onto his arm. He didn't even bat an eye, it was just completely normal.

     The three of us walked through the snow, just talking. I never let go of Scott's arm. But when we finally got bored of that, we started back to my room. Just as we got to my big, metal door, doctor Maldonado's phone rang. "Hello? ...okay. Yeah, of course be right there." She clicked off her phone and Scott and I stared at her eager for an explanation. "Guys, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I have to cut our date short. Jeremy needs help with one on his clients." She turned directly to me. "It was really nice to see you again, Hon." She was talking to me like I was a stupid child. I didn't hate anything more than that. I managed a smile though. "Can I talk to you for a second?" She asked Scott. He nodded and ushered me into my room and closed the door. I thought about walking away, but... who am I fooling, that would never happen! I leaned my ear against the cold door.

     "-for watching after him. I know he can be hard, and a pain in the butt, but I really appreciate you sticking around him despite him being all-" That's all that I wanted to hear. I'm not crazy. No. I crept into my bed fighting tears. I lay on my side away from the door. Not long after though, doctor Hoying walked in. 

     "Ugh! I can't stand the way she talks about you! She has this untrue image in her head that your some sort of awful demon that is incapable of being anything but destructive." He let out one last groan, before sucking in a slow breath. I heard the steps as he started heading towards me. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. Are you okay?"

     "Ye-." My voice cracked. "Yea-." When my voice failed me, I turned to just nodding. He saw right through it.

     "I'm sorry. None of it was true. You should know that I think the exact opposite of everything she said." He sat down on my bed beside my head and, to my surprise, flipped me over and pulled my head into his lap. He started petting my hair. It was soothing and made me almost fall asleep in his lap. "Don't listen to her. You did well today. I'm proud. Don't cry." He wiped my tears away with his thumb that I didn't even know I was crying. He looked beautiful from this angle. Like an angel with the bright light in the background. 

     The episode from earlier, the restrain I had against being violent towards my past friend, all of the stress, everything. All of it hit me with a wave of exhaustion. "I'm tired. I'm going to fall asleep on your lap if you don't let go." I said sleepily. My eyes fluttering closed.

     He held me there, still caressing my hair. "I know." And so I did.

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A/n: Just so you guys know, I don't actually think Kirstie is like this. I mean, she has to be like one of the nicest people on earth. But for story sake, she had to seem a bit rude. 

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