CRAZY | beautiful.

The Unknown

02.
The Unknown
"What you don't know, won't hurt you."

"Beautiful Michelson,"The man's voice cascaded over Storm's ears smoothly. "Storm."He replied, correcting him, while his long digits melded themselves into the arms of the brown chair. Storm sighed aloud and leaned back into his seat. He was angry. Angry, that he still had to be apart of a therapy session although they left Riverfront Mental Health Institution two days ago. They were free, but Beautiful was trying to keep him locked away. He took his medicine regularly, but today he'd slipped up and allowed Storm to emerge first. The only reason he even bothered to come was to keep their grandfather off his back. He would notice the difference, so he had to act as normally as possible. He could have risked not showing up, and then their grandfather would anger him and then someone would end up hurt. Of course, it wouldn't be him.

He'd hurt Keenan or Pride and then Beautiful would never want to give in to him again. He would never let him take him over, so here he was. He turned brown irises towards his psychiatrist for the morning, Micheal Boggs. He obviously aged into his early 50's well. He was a bald tall man with cinnamon colored skin, black eyes, a flat wide nose, thin lips, all gathered onto a round face. He sauntered before Storm with a light blue button down tucked into khaki colored pants and his infamous white lab coat.

"Okay then, Storm."He finally placed himself into the seat just across from him. Mr. Boggs flipped open a few pages in a manilla folder and then leaned back into his chair. "I would like to talk to Beautiful."He said, while jotting a few things down. Storm chuckled. "What if I don't want you to? What if I don't want him to ever return doc, then what?"He sneered with a taunting grin coating his lips. The doctor sighed with a nod of his head, "And why wouldn't you want that? What makes you dislike Beautiful so much Storm?" He leaned further back into his seat and allowed his eyes to travel the length of the room. His brown orbs stopped on a cherry wooden bookcase. He shrugged then, "He acts like he's perfect. He does everything by the book, and he's so damn soft spoken. People can just walk all over him, that's what I hate about him. He's so afraid of everything, that he can't live."

It grew silent between the two of them with only the soft whirring of the ceiling fan and the thumping of Storm's foot colliding with the floor. "What makes you different Storm?"He queried, while peering at him over the rims of his black reading glasses. Storm rubbed at the small stubble along his strong jawline before sliding his palms over his gray sweatpants. "I'm a risk taker. I don't take shit from anyone, and I like to do things my way at all times. Plus, manipulating and hurting others is all fun and games to me."That infamous grin returned to his countenance then. "How does hurting others bring you pleasure Storm?"

"It makes me feel powerful and invincible."

"You do know, that people aren't invincible, right?"

"Yes."

"So why bring others pain? It'll eventually catch up with you."

"That's something I'll worry about when it actually happens, doc. Are you done with all the questions now?"

Mr. Boggs's face remained stoic. He wore his curiosity in his onyx irises. He watched Storm closely, his gaze never leaving his visage. "Did someone hurt Beautiful a few years ago? Is that why you came about?"

Storm exhaled with another shrug of his shoulders. "I'm not too sure. I know something happened, but our medicine blocks it. I think Beautiful remembers some of it though, sometimes he wakes up screaming."

The doctor returned to writing a mile a minute once more. Storm parted his legs and slouched in his seat. He turned his gaze up towards the warm beige colored ceiling and began to count the spins of the ceiling fan. He'd just gotten to thirty five when the doctor spoke again. "Can I talk to Beautiful now?" Storm grimaced with a roll of his eyes. Let me out, Storm. He wants to talk to me, Beautiful's soft spoken baritone invaded him. His frown grew deeper then. He didn't want to let him out, because he knew he would make sure he stayed away longer then he wanted. Storm. "Aight, fine,"He conveyed.