Angel in My Eyes (MIW fanfic)

Chapter 3: Insanity (Phoenix's POV)

"When will they let me out, Dad?" I asked over the phone.

"They say once you complete the program. Pheonix, you really screwed up." the man said, slightly distressed. "Your mother is beside hersef, why did you do this?"

"I didn't do it becuase of you and Mom! I did it because, god, Dad, I don't know why I did it! The soccer team threw me out, my grades dropped no matter how hard I tried, and it all added up. The first time I was in art and the carver slipped. After that, it just spiraled," I said, trying to make it make sense.

"You need to get better, Nix. As it stands, I can't trust you," the man said. "I know what this feels like, but you have to stop doing this. It's poisoness, it will kill you. Hell, Nix, it almost did!"

"Dad, I don't want to die!" I shouted into the phone. "It was an accident, I didn't stop it in time!"

"And that's exactly why you need to stop," the man growled. "Nix, I love you, you're my son, but I know where you are in your head right now. If you get through the course and pass every inspection, then you can come home. Once we get there, it's one day at a time."

"Dad, don't leave me here," I tried again.

"I'm sorry, Nix, but this is good for you." The man sighed. "Let me talk to your doctor."

"Dr. Alec, my dad wants to talk to you." I said, handing the phone over.

"Yes, Ricky?" Dr. Alec said, taking the phone. "I understand, yes. Thank you." They disconnected.

"What did he want?" I asked softly as I played with the bandages.

"You're not allowed notebooks or binders. That's all he said," Dr. Alec said, writing in my chart.

"There's a soccer team here, can I join the team?" I asked hopefully.

"That, Mr. Olsen, is a reward. Prove that you can behave and you can do what you want. Right now, you are to go to your room until group," Dr. Alec responded.

"Alright." I went to my room. White walls, white sheets, white clothes, white, white, white. I shut my door and screamed, crouching over, clutching my hair. The orderlies ran in and sedated me.

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I was in group then, listening to people's bullshit. "Pheonix? Would you like to share today?" the director asked, pen poised over his clip board.

"What do I talk about?" I asked, my fingers finding the bandages on my arms again.

"Anything, try talking about your family. What do your parents do for a living?" he asked, writing on the clipboard.

"Um, my dad's famous and my mum writes," I said, admitting as little as possible. I scratched the bandages.

"Famous how?" A kid asked on my left. Jock.

"I mean, he's a guitar player for a band." Man, my arm itched!

"What band?" A kid to my right. Dancer.

"Motionless in White." I kept scratching.

"Pheonix, stop scratching at that, now," the director snapped. My hand moved away.

"Wait, who's your dad?" A girl asked in front of me. Stupid trust circle thing. Prep.

"Ricky Horror," I said, my leg started jumping. I don't want to be here.

"No way! Your dad is my hero!" a guy next to the director said, eyes bright. Great, just what I need.

"That's cool, he'd like to hear that," I said.