a/n: i am actually done with everything lol.
enjoy?
Phil.
i opened my eyes to complete darkness.
those stupid stupid pills. fucking up my sleeping pattern. all my eyes could locate was a strip of light coming from the my door, open a crack.
i hate having the door open.
i tried to ignore it. i looked at the black ceiling and tried to focus on something else.
nope.
i got out of my warm bed and my feet came into contact with the freezing cold tile floor.
i winced as the cold sent goosebumps all over my body.
i paced sleepily to my door and as i got closer, faint voices buzzed in and out of my ear radar.
"welcome to--"
"we hope you're comfortable he--"
"the patients are--"
"but if you don't want to--"
i looked at the digital clock sitting on my bedside cabinet.
2:15am
what the fuck was someone doing here at 2.15am?
i rubbed my eyes and peeked out the crack in my door.
i saw doctor mallory. that's not unusual. he's always here until 4.30am when he goes for a cup of tea and falls asleep on the couch.
but he was with someone.
"so-"
the voices were clearer now.
"your 'neighbour' i guess you could say, is across the hall. his names phil. he's very nice. im sure you two could be friends!"
why the fuck am i involved in this?
oh for gods sake mallory, MOVE.
doctor mallory shifted slightly to the right, giving me a glimpse of who this mystery person was.
wow.
he was a beautiful sight.
i saw a chiselled, pale face with silky brown hair that was shiny under the harsh hospital corridor light. he looked up slightly and i saw he had brown eyes and a cute little nose.
wait a minute
phil.
did you just say
he had a
cute
little
nose?
what the fuck is happening to me.
must be the pills.
but i couldn't drive my eyes away. i was like a metal paperclip, and this beautiful mystery boy was a huge magnet. i couldn't stop staring at him.
doctor mallory moved fully and i saw he was in black skinny jeans to fit his thin legs perfectly, and a shirt with a logo i couldn't see what for.
he started to pace slowly into his room.
no.
please don't leave.
i want to keep looking at you
my mystery boy
he looked sad. i didn't want him to be sad.
like that he was gone. i heard his door shut with a sharp click sound.
time to shut mine.
the strip of light was cut into the shadows by the click of my door and i returned to my now cold bed.
3.15 am
mystery
4.08 am
boy
4.37
why is he sad?
