Fransykes~ Locked in for life

Fransykes~ Empty

A/N  

Now I sort of think the funny part is happening XD  Sorry if it's bad. I'm kind of new to the whole writing stuff, and again I must apologize for all my bad writing skills/mistakes. 

I watched as the doctor's carried Kellin away. Vic was running after them, holding Kellin’s hand. They really did have a thing after all.

That thought could wait for later though. My head was racing in high speed with thoughts. What happened? Is Oliver okay? Where is he? Or worse. Did he do this? There was only one way to find out.

I walked into Oliver's room to find a pool of blood on the floor and lot of police officers who took pictures and did they thing. But there were no sign of Oliver anywhere. 
One of the police officers walked casually over to me. He had probably seen a lot of this, so it didn't get to him that easily.

"Are you Josh Franceschi?" His strong voice echoed through my head. Every word said around me seemed to be become this distant echo. My mind was just a big mess, and the blood seemed to distract me more than it should. Despise everything going on I managed to pull out a little whisper out of my mouth. Even though I was barely heard he at least figured out the nod I so furiously gave him.

"Come with me Mr. Franceschi." The officer led me out of the room and down the hall. As we walked past patients and coworkers, I could feel their stares bore into the back of my skull. I just wanted to turn around and yell at them. But I knew that if I did that I would no longer be working here. I would instead be laying on one of these beds and be fed with medications till I felt so empty, and could no longer separate between a dream and real life.

I kept my head down and focused on the officer. We headed for the stairways to where Oliver had been placed earlier, after attacking me. I really wanted badly to ask where we were headed and what was going on. But as I tried speaking, nothing came out, so I followed him further.

As I had guessed earlier we were heading for the same place Oliver had been kept earlier. We stopped outside one of the rooms. The officer looked directly in to my eyes, making me uncomfortable.

"Mr. Oliver Sykes is charged for attempted murder on Mr. Kellin Quinn. But seeing as he is too unstable we can't put him in jail for anything. The charges will be forgotten if Mr. Quinn decides to let it go. If he survives and decides to let it go it won't be a trial. But till then he will be looked upon and treated as a prisoner. He has asked for you, so you will be able to go talk to him now."

When the officer stopped talking my mouth hung open. Oliver had tried killing Kellin. Why? How? All these questions rang through my head. As if I wasn't in enough from before. The only thing I knew for sure was that I needed to talk to him.

I pushed the heavy door open and revealed a bloody Oliver. Besides from being covered in blood he had a pretty pleased look on his face. I knew he was a psychopath, but this was just too much.

"You decided to paint the floor to?" somehow I wasn't too sad or shocked about the happening. Blood did relax me. Just days ago when I had accidentally cut myself while shaving; I found it calming to look at the blood. And the pain. It was just there. It didn't feel bad, but it didn't feel good. It was just there, nothing more.

"You’re not going to yell at me?" His smile vanished from his lips. I just shook my head.

"Not even a little punch in the face?" once again I shook my head.

"I fucking killed you're only friend. And here you are, smiling?" Oliver grew more and more frustrated. Did he really expect me to hit or yell him? When all I ever wanted was to kiss and hug him tight.  But he didn't know this. He thought I had nothing but a doctor’s intention still.