Castaway || mgc

26

comfort

this place is pretty much a maze because of the fact that i've never explored it. the only places i have been in are my room and the cafeteria.

luke is still holding onto my hand for dear life, not making a move to loosen his grip. but i don't mind. he's just terrified.

the pitter-patter sound of our shoeless feet is the only thing that can be heard as we walk through the hallways with white walls and dim lights.

once i turn a corner, luke tugs my hand and i halt before looking at him as he cowers behind me.

his sad, blue eyes are filled with fear and what's left of my heart aches at the sight of him.

"what is it?" i ask.

luke sighs, "i don't wanna go out there. the others think i'm a freak and i know they'll think the same about you."

i let go of his hand and hold both of his shoulders whilst my eyes hold his stare, "luke, i'm aware that we know very little about each other. but if you think i'm gonna worry about what these maniacs think of me, think of you, then you're wrong."

i was put in here out of my will, and i'm not going to worry over the judgments of patients in a freaking mental hospital.

once he nods, i take his hand again in act of comfort as we walk towards a glass door that leads outside. it seems to be some kind of a place for the nurses to take the older patients.

i stand outside the door with luke cowering behind me, his hand tightening the hold on mine. there are old people around, either wheelchair bound or not.

nurses feed the ones who are incapable and treat them with kindness, making small talk with the patients they are assigned to.

why do us younger ones get treated like we're monsters?

"come on, luke. we're hanging out here whether we're allowed to or not."

i drag him towards an old looking gazebo not far from where we're standing before we sit on its stairs.

"so," i look at luke, whose lips are quivering slightly, "tell me about yourself."

he hesitates but looks down to his trembling hands.

"i-i let my girlfriend die."