Oliver ThredSon X OC

Part 3

Through the familiar halls they traveled, not a single person even noticing they were there, every patient was transfixed in their own reality. One without sense, or linear continuum, dieased and decayed perhaps by the fabric of common perception, most bound in a state of purgatory. Daniel however was not one of these people...his mind functioned normally to his awareness.  Although he sympathized with these ill people, he could understand them more than the majority. Today, he took less pleasure in this strange reality, he had an idea of where he was going. It was typically one of two things. Re-conditioning, or psychiatric evaluation. He had enough sense to gather it was probably the later of the two.  Almost lost in his thoughts he had ignored his exterior environment, not realizing he had entered a room, void of personality or color. A simple desk with a type writer and lamp with a single chair seated in front. This was the room he was to be questioned in, and then as he took note of his surroundings, he found himself in the presence of none other than Dr. Threadson. He said he would have his time with him. Looks like he got it.
      The orderlys sat him down on the chair in front of the desk, spaced not close enough to reach the desk in arms length but just far enough away so he couldn't. Daniel sat, his eyes trained at the ground, sullen and glazed like they usually did. He ignored the doctor in front of him, too frightened of what might happen in they made eye contact. Soon enough Daniel could hear the shut of the door, almost too loud as it closed. Now they were alone...that persistant silence determined to make its way into the room, creeping up like a thick smoke. Before long the doctors broke the silence "Mr. Frederick...I would like to ask you a few questions if that's alright." Daniels eyes slowly made their way up from the ground, connecting with Dr. Threadsons, without reassurance Threadson could tell he had permission. Daniels lips pursed into an uncomfortable expression, the anxiety building in his chest like bricks slowly being stacked into a wall.
   Threadson spoke with more confidence than he did previously, like he knew the out come of the question, "One the subject of you're brother...could you describe you're relationship? In as...much detail as possible." Daniel processed the question, the words sinking in his throat like a stone. He had not thought about his brother in so
long he couldn't even remember what he looked like, his face a blurred image with no distinguishing features. The dark haired boy paused his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt "O-our..." he stopped himself swallowing the lump in his throat "i-id...rather not...talk about it." he said finally his voice horse and quiet in the emptiness of the room. In all honestly he couldn't remember what their relationship was because perhaps his mind had blocked out any trace of him.
    At this point Threadson looked rather frustrated, a sigh leaking from his lips as he typed the others response. His tongue pressed against the inside if his cheek before he could think of a proper response to the avoided answer "I can't get results unless you talk to me...give me something. Anything. A memory maybe?" he was digging now, almost begging for an answer "I'm here to help you..." his gaze focused on the boy in front of him his eyes memorized his features, the sunken eyes, pale skin, facial structure. Anything to give him a clue. The tiniest bit of information to help him build a case. Daniel on the other hand sat silently cracking his neck to the left, he didn't know anything worth telling "I can't...remember. I don't know." the words kept repeating in his head, over and over again like a broken record, the words themselves eventually beginning to loose meaning . The boys eyes lazily lifting to the doctors gaze "there's nothing..." he said raising his fist and gently knocking on the side of his head "its empty..." he softly chuckled to himself . His eyes catching a bit of light as they connected with Threadsons stare, cold and desperate "I didn't kill him....how many times do i have to say it." Threadson was more than a bit frustrated ... How could this boy be so clueless and at the same time seem to know exactly what was happening "until you believe it." the doctor uttered "You've repeated that same phase to yourself so many times you've made yourself believe it." Daniels expression changed, from once airy to disturbed "To protect yourself from the horrors you've committed." the boy shook his head his nails digging into his thigh, he was becoming unstable. Daniels face lulled into a state of panic as he began to mumble "its not true..." Threadsons words kept coming, filling up the room like a bathtub rising with water "