Fransykes~ Locked in for life

Fransykes~ Dead?

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Okay, first: Sorry! this chapter is so short :c   

Second: I kind of like this chapter. I liked the idea. Where it's heading from here is so exciting. And i can't wait for you to read this. Okay, I'm going to stop now. byyye~

Thursday again. My second time in therapy was today. I really didn't want to go. Lying in bed all day had seemed like the best idea in a while, but then my thoughts had flooded over to Oliver. Considering how mad he got yesterday when I over slept, I didn't dare to take that chance.

Oliver had really surprised yesterday. How he had gone from being mad when I didn't show up, to become super cute and forgiving later. He was such a puzzle to me, but yet I loved everything about him.

I had been fighting with myself lately. The fight was all about Oliver. Was I falling for him, or not? One side of me told me that I just felt bad for him and considerate him as a friend. But the other side of me told me that it was love. The feeling was kind of strange after all. I had felt bad for a patient before, and the feelings for Oliver were so much different. But I had no idea what love felt like, so how would I know.

Looking back at the moments I had with Oliver. And all the kisses. I must have felt something. Yes, I definitely must have felt something.

I decided to just spend time with Oliver and see where it all was heading. Besides, relationships and love wasn't exactly what you were looking for in a mental institution, and especially not with Oliver's mental state.

My therapist walked into the small room. She had the same old stupid smile painted on her face. It annoyed me more than it should. Usually I would just smile back, but lately everyone's happiness bothered me. I would think they all decided themselves with happiness. Nobody could possibly smile all the time.

"How are you holding up Josh? I heard you and Oliver has been bonding lately?" The therapist held up her regular pen and book. She just waited for me to say something so she could write it down and judge every word I said. Instead of giving her my real thoughts and feelings, I decided to fill up with lies. Telling her that I had a thing for Oliver was out of question. Instead of telling her that, I said that I looked at him like a brother. That way it made it easier to help and care for him.

She noted down and went on with her meaningless questions. As if I ever would cope with her. I actually started to understand Oliver's hate towards these kinds of people. His thoughts about the world weren’t as bad as I had thought. He was really onto something.

As the therapist was about to open her mouth to talk, a knock was heard upon the door. She calmly said come in. What opened the door was a heavy breathing Vic. He panted and held his knees showing he had run. Vic tried to form words but failed. Instead he signalized for me to come with him.

I did as he said and ran after him. We seemed to be heading to the hall where the bed rooms were placed. And just as I had thought we ended up there. I saw ambulance people stand outside a room, alongside with a lot of other people. As we got closer I recognized the room as Oliver's. This made me speed even more up. Fighting through the crowd up people was harder than I thought, but I finally managed to get through.

When I stood outside and tried walking in the door, I was stopped. First a doctor came out carrying a stretcher with a person lying on. When looking closer I saw that I knew this person very well. He was drenched in blood, eyes shut and uneven breathing. His dark hair was laid messily around his head.

The other doctor came out and they carried him away. Everything going through my head right now was;

How could this happen?