143 was woken abruptly by a loud knock on his door.
Nurse Rose?
The swung open slowly and Dr.Evans walked in with a goofy grin on his face.
Oh, this douchebag...
143 didn't know why, but this man always seemed strange and slightly off, like a picture frame hanging askew on a wall. He would peek into the room sometimes and take notes on his stupid little notebook. Sometimes 143 would wake up and just see him peering through the glass, like a horror movie or some shit.
"I'm glad to inform you that you are being moved out of this holding room, we usually only keep short-term patients in here, but it's been confirmed that you'll be staying here a little longer." Dr.Evans still had that weird grin on his face, it was quite unsettling.
"Oh really?" 143 decided it'd be best not to argue, he really didn't want to stay in the place much longer. "How long will I be here?"
"I can't answer that."
Fucking dick.
"That's not a good way to make friends...Jonah"
The name alone sent a chill down his spine. 143 stood quietly for a moment then collapsed, he could hear a shout and felt someone trying to lift him up before he fell unconscious.
"Jonah, what movie do you wanna watch." His sister's voice could be clearly heard.
"You know I love the dark-type movies."
"Weirdo." The two of them chuckled happily. 143, or Jonah as his sister called him, watched what seemed to be a good ol Tim Burton for about an hour. Jonah started to feel uncomfortable, like he was being watched, his sister didn't seem to notice. Jonah jumped up off the couch when he heard a plate smash.
"What was that? Is there someone in the kitchen." His sister mumbled as she got up and creeped towards the kitchen. Jonah stayed back, his breath hitched and his heartbeat sped up. He just wanted to shout for her to get back, but something was stopping him. He heard a blood curdling scream from the kitchen before he heard a feminine voice whispering "He's mine, bitch." Then a flash of deep brown eyes appeared right in front of him.
Jonah sat up in shock, he was breathing heavily and really could use a glass of water. Jonah's eyes scanned the room, it wasn't the one he was in before, it was bigger, brighter, and smelt of even more disinfectant. More noticeably, Dr.Evans was sitting on a chair right beside the bed. Jonah jumped at the sudden appearance and almost fell off the bed.
"You alright Jonah? You look as if you've seen a ghost." Jonah shook his head.
"My sister, she was murdered, by a psychotic woman I think." Dr.Evans was intrigued, and started jotting down notes as he always did.
"Slow down, do you remember any specific details?"
"Brown eyes. She had brown eyes."
Dr.Evans nodded approvingly. "This is very helpful, I'll get back to you soon, enjoy your new room." Dr.Evans stood up slowly and walked to the door.
"Oh, and Nurse Rose left you a gift." Dr.Evans gestured to the table beside the bed before walking out and shutting the door behind him.
A gift, eh?
Jonah looked over at the table, there was a small plate with a couple of cookies and a glass of milk wih a letter beside it that read. "Hope you're doing okay, I'm always a call away if you need it. Enjoy your milk and cookies! -Rose" Jonah smiled, it almost completely took his mind off the ongoing events.
Jonah got up off the bed and looked around, everything looked so clean he was afraid to touch anything, even the floor he was standing on. It was a great improvement since the last room, there was even some fresh clothes on the chair. He could stay here forever, but that's the problem.
Hey, hope you enjoyed this chapter, I do want to write stuff more often, and I basically just got back into the mood for writing. I do want to make the chapters longer, because I feel like they're too short idfk. What are your opinions on this chapter?
