Anxiety Attacks (Septiplier)

Him [1]

Him. Something about him... interests me.

He doesn't talk to anyone but himself. But that's okay. Sometimes it's good to be alone.

He seems to be alone all the time, though. Whether it's in his room, in the common area, or even in the cafeteria--he's alone.

I can see his lips move as he sits in the corner by himself. He's talking to himself, a frown on his face. Every time I see him, he's always frowning.

He looks like a mess--dark bags under his soulless, sapphire eyes, eyebrows furrowed. His plump lips are turned down, his green hair always disheveled. He doesn't seem to care what he looks like. He never does.

Everyone else judges him--I can tell they do. They judge him for who he is, even though most of them are no better. He's quiet, shy; he likes to keep to himself. And that's not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe he just isn't a people person.

But I know that can't be it. He has to have a reason for not speaking to others. I've even heard he doesn't speak to his doctors, which isn't too odd for someone who is stuck here. He hasn't told anyone what caused him to come here--if he even knows, that is.

I know I shouldn't care, but... I can't help myself. I noticed him the first day he arrived. I remember exactly what had been going on that day.

I had been helping another patient with a puzzle they'd been trying to solve for a few hours. We had both been sat outside for about an hour already, and I was thinking about just calling it a day and bringing them back inside. But then, I'd stopped myself.

A black car had rolled up, catching my attention as the patient continued with their puzzle. I remember watching him climb out, his arms crossed over his chest and head towards the ground. He hadn't spoken at all then, either. A short woman had climbed out shortly after and then led him into the building, both of them ignoring us as they bypassed us.

Ever since I'd seen his lifeless eyes, I'd been enraptured by him. I'd never seen someone so... dead inside. From then on, I'd vowed to myself that I'd figure him out.

The rules state that no employee shall get to know a patient personally and form a relationship with them, but...

I just couldn't help myself.