This Life I Live - Gabriel x Reader

A First For Everything

You held the phone out for the man to take it, which he did. "Your boyfriend?" he asked with a smirk on his face. You shook your head and said, "Just a friend." He seemed not to really care, but he kept smirking anyway. You didn't really care what he thought, no. You cared about whatever had made the levelheaded Gabriel snap so easily.

"Come on, princess, hurry up. I haven't got all day," the man huffed. You made a mental note to steer clear of the psychotic bipolar nurse-- starting tomorrow. "Don't call me princess, dickface," you snarled. His eyes gleaned over with an emotion you couldn't recognize before dying down again and he continued walking as if you hadn't said anything. You passed a room with windows all around and almost stopped when you saw Angel sitting in the room with a man you didn't know. At the last moment, she turned and made eye contact with you.

The man left you in the middle of the game room and when you saw that he was gone, you made a break back for your room. You just wanted to be alone and think about why Gabriel didn't want you calling him Gabe. 

It was a short walk back to your room, not really giving you time to think about what it was you saw. Not that you even wanted to. Drama was something you tried to steer clear of since... You pushed the thought out of your mind. Flinging yourself onto the bed, you sighed and breathed deeply into the pillow. It smelled strangely sweet and you breathed ever deeper, relishing the scent before you willed yourself into another light sleep.

No, no, no, get out of my head. Don't hurt her, stop, stop, STOP! No more, please, please. I'll do it, just stop! I'll go with you, just... No, put down the knife, I'll be good, I promise! Please! No more red milk, please! Stop, no!! It hurts, it hurts, make it stop! My wrist hurts, please!

"Wake up, sleepyhead," cooed a quiet voice, causing you to lift one eye in curiosity. A short, plump, dark-haired woman stood by the door with a small cup in hand. "Hey, Mrs. Kjellburg. Is it four already?" you said quietly, concealing your face from her under the pillow. "Yes, dear. Take the medicine and then I'll take you down to the doctor. You've been good lately, love," she replied. She came closer to hand you the cup and then sat on the edge of the bed.

When you reached out for the cup, she sighed. You downed them with ease. "(Y/n), may I see your arm?" she asked softly. You drew your arm closer to rub at where you knew the scar was before stretching it out towards the older woman. She looked over it and a faint smile danced over her ageing features. "The scars will stay, but it's healing properly and won't be obvious. Now, how about that doctor?" "I'd rather not, but if I actually need to, then I guess whatever it takes to get me out of this shit hole." She smiled and said, "Watch your language, young lady. Can't have the angels up above hearing that, can you? We all want to go to Heaven and I would like to see you there, sweetie." "Well, then, let's go."

She lead you down the hallway to the doctor's office and left you there to sit. Or in your mind, rot. After a few minutes, the door opened and a young boy about the age of eight came out. "Hi," you whispered to him. He glanced over at you, smiled weakly, and kept walking. The doctor poked her head out and motioned you into the office. "Come on in, (Y/n), we don't have as much time as we normally do, so we have to do this quickly," she said. You silently walked past her into the room and sat on the chair.

She followed you into the room, closing the door behind her. "Let's do something different today, why don't we? Let's try... having a real conversation." You tucked your finger behind your back and flipped her off, smiling internally to yourself. "Let's do this, bitch," you said, clearing your throat. "I. Am. Not. Crazy." She sighed and closer her eyes, pushing a hand against her temple. "The whole time you've been here, that's all you've said to me, (Y/n). Just, 'I am not crazy' and then you're silent the rest of the time. You have to actually talk to me if you ever want to get out of here, Mrs. My-Sanity-Is-Intact," she said with her eyes still closed.

"Give me a day or two out and I'll talk like you want me to. Deal?" you said immediately after the words left her mouth. Her eyes flew open just like the pencil in her hand did. "Improvement," she mumbled. "I will see what I can do. But this isn't about you telling me what I want to hear, this is about your healing process. You're here because your parents want you to get better, even if you don't think you're sick. I'm only trying to help, (Y/n)," she continued after a moment of scratching something down on the paper in front of her. You rolled your eyes and leaned back.

"I've told you my conditions. If you'll let me out a bit early and give me phone rights so I can call a friend and talk just to have some actual social interaction outside of this nuthouse, I promise I'll tell you the truth on everything in our next session. Now... deal?" you asked. In truth, this actually was the most you'd ever spoken during a session. It felt... strange. Unnatural, almost.But if it got you out, you'd do it more. "Deal," she said, snapping you out of your daze. "Sweet," you said. She handed you a phone pass and you left without saying goodbye.

You went straight for the phone and dialed the number that was still written ever so faintly on the back of your hand. It rang once before Gabriel picked up. "I had a feeling I'd be getting a call from you tonight, cupcake. Listen, I'm sorry I snapped on you before. You can call me whatever you want. Especially Daddy," he said before you'd had the chance to say anything. "Oh, please. You're fine. I just wanted to talk a little before they tied me down for the night," you said jokingly. "Kinky," he retorted. You giggled at his response and sunk down into the chair closest to you.

"You have no idea, big boy."

Wow, I really let this one slip from my mind, didn't I? Sorry, sorry! I'll try to post every... Sunday at least. Sound good? Okay. Hope you guys have a fantastic day, week, month, walk through life and I'll talk to you guys soon. Buh-Bye!