Chapter 2:I become A possible Murderer's roommate

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I hate hospitals.
I don't know why,I just do.Every since I was little I've hated them.So you can imagine how I feel standing inside one right now.My Mom was talking to one of the Nurse ladies, so I took the opportunity to look around the room.
It had the standard mental hospital decor:
White walls(ew.)People in those all white scrubs(that outfit with my bright ginger hair?I don't think so.)The nurses in green scrubs.And of course that one guy in the corner that nobody knows why he's actually here.The guy in the corner looked about my age with blue hair and a murderous glare.oh look,he's glaring at me.How wonderful.
I made a mental note to steer clear of him at all costs if I valued my life.
"Kyle are you listening?"
I was brought back to reality when I realized my Mom asked me a question.
"Umm.Yeah,I'm totally listening"
"Then what did nurse Cassandra just ask you?"
Crap.I really should've been paying attention.
"Um-uh......" I trailed off without answering her. She narrowed her eyes in the classic 'mom look' and shook her head in disapproval.Nurse Cassandra on the other hand,smiled warmly and simply said "It's alright.This place is a lot to take in at once." She seemed nice. Cassandra looked like she was in her mid-twenties,had honey colored hair and bright green eyes.She didn't look scary at all.Unlike that guy in the corner.
" What I was asking you was would you  be comfortable with sharing a room with someone?"
I nodded.I never minded sharing rooms with people.As long as They didn't bother me and I wasn't particularly annoying to them,We got along fine. Cassandra beamed. "Great! You'll be sharing a room with-Actually he's right over there!"she pointed at someone behind me and as I turned to face the person, I immediately regretted my previous answer.
It was the blue-haired kid. I had to share a room with the person who looked like they would stab the closest thing that moved.Heheheh.Kill me now.Actually scratch that,this guy probably  would kill me. So yeah,my start at this hospital is going great. I was vaguely aware of the fact that the kid was walking over to where we were standing.Before I knew it he was standing right in front of me.
Cassandra smiled and turned to me ."Kyle,meet your roommate Evan. Evan,this is Kyle.He's just starting here so be nice." She may have put a slight emphasis in her voice when she said "be nice.'' That most certainly didn't help me feel less nervous. Evan just stared at me like he was deciding whether or not I was friend or foe. "Whatever" he huffed, as though he was annoyed to be in this situation.Honestly,I can't say I blame him. After a few moment of silence Mother said " well,I should get going."
She said it as though she was leaving a friend's house after dinner. Not as though she was leaving her only child in a strange mental hospital because she thought he was crazy.Although,who knows? Maybe I really am off my rocker.
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After Mom left Cassandra led Evan and I to our room.It wasn't very big,but it wasn't cramped either. The walls on Evan's side were covered in band posters-much like my room at home. He had posters for Metallica, AC/DC, Judas Priest and even newer bands such as Black Veil Brides,Pierce the Veil and Sleeping With Sirens.Seeing the posters made me feel pang of homesickness in my chest.I realized that I might never go home. For now though-I'm here and I have to deal with it. Evan went straight to his bed and laid down without so much as a glance in my direction.I'm not complaining though .If Evan ignoring me meant that I got to live, Then I'm all for it.
As soon as I stepped into the room, it hit me like an avalanche.The vision. At least,I call it a "vision." I crumpled to the floor and heard Cassandra scream for assistance.Evan had a horrified expression on his face as he stumbled over to where I laid and tried to help me sit up.It wasn't helping.I was dead weight in his and Cassandra's arms.The last thing I saw was the overhead lights blurring out of focus as I lost consciousness.

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