I'm not crazy (Scomiche)

Chapter 20

We started our trip in an awkward silence between us. Only the soft hum of the car separated us from complete awkwardness. He turned on the his iPod. Beyoncé's Hallo was the first song to play. Normally, I would've sang along. This time, I was too wrapped up in running over the rules for the check-up.

1) keep cool, keep calm. Don't have an episode.

2) follow Scott around

3) call Scott 'Doctor Hoying'

4) act like you don't love 'doctor Hoying'. He is only your doctor.

I don't know how many times I ran through that list, but I needed to be prepared. I didn't want Scott to be fired from the other workers finding out about our relationship. Through and through the thoughts rang in my mind. My body jerked foreword  when the car came to a stop. We had found a spot in the parking lot of the asylum I used to call my home.

Scott sucked in a deep breath, still looking forward out the window. His hands gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned a ghostly white. He tried to play it off cool to keep me calm, but it was bluntly obvious that he was faking his pretty smile. "Okay! Let us get this over with, yes?"

I shot him the best smile I could bring myself to muster. He nodded and got out of the car. I followed suit and ran to catch up with him as he headed towards the door. I was practically running to keep up with the quick strides of his long legs. 

When we got to the door, Scott swiped his card on some sort of scanner before and high-pitched beep rang. The large, metal door creaked open. We both cautiously walked inside. I was taken aback a bit by all of the unwanted familiarities. The sanitary smell, the constant mumbling and occasional scream, the off-white walls that slowly drained me of the little sanity I had left. All of it. Every piece was overwhelming. 

"Come on," Doctor Hoying ushered. I wanted desperately to be wrapped in his arms, but that couldn't happen. I filed behind him just as I used to do. It felt unnatural. We walked down halls that twisted and turned until we made it to a room. The door was open, so I followed Doctor Hoying as he invited himself into the room. 

"Oh, take a seat doctor Hoying and..." a phycologist/nurse said. Something flashed across her face. Was it fear? Disgust, maybe? All I was yo her was a file full of all of my mistakes. To her, I am only a crazy that was released. A danger to myself and others. She might just be right. She stared at me in the eyes and then scoffed as she turned away. "Take a seat." 

I really just wanted Scott to comfort me. I noted that, in the corner of the room, there was a guard. Above his head, was a camera pointed right to where we were sitting. I shifted slightly under the pressure of being watched.

"So," she made brief eye contact with me. "Mr. Hoying. How has Mitch been performing in means of his aggressiveness?" Why didn't she ask me? It is a question about me. I'm sitting right across from her. 

"I've been doing fine. Only one incident with a woman on the street, but it was minor," I decided to reply for myself. I immediately regretted it when I was shrinking under her intense glare.

"Did I ask you?" I opened my mouth to respond with a sassy remark, but shut it to let Doctor Hoying  reply. I wanted him to say something to her. Stand up for me like he normally would. I had to remind myself that he couldn't, it wouldn't be what all of the other doctors/guards would do.

"He's been doing great considering that he's been exposed to all of these new scenes and surroundings." She nodded. That was basically the same thing that I told her. I was getting pretty mad now, not just at the nurse, but at Scott too.

"Okay, so how has it shown any signs of a crazy? Like, what has it done in regards of an episode?" Really?! I had to rub my hands together to try to calm myself down. I could feel my hands shaking. She not only called me crazy, which Scott knows is a sensitive word, but she called me 'it'. Not he, not Mitch, not Mr. Grassi. No, she called me it and crazy. Doctor Hoying would've stood up for me even when I was in 'All Saints'. 

"I'm not crazy. Okay?" I said firmly just cutting off Scott's reply. They both looked at me. One skeptical and the other worried. 

"No?" The nurse asked. "Because you were admitted here. Your digital record says that you almost killed a man. You hurt yourself with your fingernails when you're upset, like you are now." She nodded down to my arms. I didn't even notice that there was blood pooling where my nails dug into me.

I looked over a Doctor Hoying for help, he was just looking down. I needed to get out of here, out of this room so I can cool down. I'll come back, I just need to cool down. "Doctor Hoying, I need to go to the washroom." He stood up and grabbed my arm and started wordlessly pulling me out of the room to a washroom. I was getting a little worried, his grip was pretty tight and he was grabbing right where I had hurt myself. 

When we made it to a washroom, Scott looked for feet under all of the stalls. When he found that there were none, he close the door and locked it.

"What we're you thinking Mitch?! You are not helping your case! You need to keep quiet and let me do the talking unless you want to be re-admitted into this asylum! Got it?" I stared at him blankly he's mad at me!? He spun me around so he could se my nail marks. "I'm going to clean these up and then we're going back, okay?" I stayed quiet through the whole thing.

We walked back and I sat quietly in my seat while Scott answered the rest of the questions. I tuned them out and waited for the session to be over.

Eventually, I felt a finger tap my shoulder. I looked over at Doctor Hoying. "Let's go home, okay?" I stood up and filed behind him. We made our way back to the car. The car ride home was silent.

Wheen we got home, I got out of the car and marched wordlessly up to my room, shutting the door behind me. I sat in my corner, music blasting in my ears to drown out the world. 

Awhile later, Scott came in. He tapped my shoulder. I took one earbud out to hear what he had to say, but kept the other in and kept my eyes glued to the corner. I was mad, I didn't want to speak to him, anything I had to say would be rude. So I let him do the talking.

"Are you playing?" No reply. "Look, you shouldn't have be done that. You could've bee dimmed not well enough to be out in the streets. Then where would we be?" No reply. He tried to lean in for a hug, I placed my hand on his chest. I still didn't look at him. 

"Go." My voice came out weak, but I hope it would get my point across regardless. It did, he left.

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A/n: sorry guys. It had to be done. I also have a question. I got a suggestion for smut awhile back. How do you guys feel about that? Yay or nay? Leave your answer below or message me if you're uncomfortable. Kiss kiss.

                                                   -LinesOfBlack