I'm Not Insane (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2 - Asher

Song is Touch by Troye Sivan. Lol, I don't know what to put, so I might stop putting music after this, unless I really wanna put something.

I nervously glance at the guy now sitting in front of me. I wish I could get out of this uncomfortable jacket, but I can't.

"Hi, there. I'm Asher, and you are?" He asks me softly, smiling brightly.

"R-Ryan."

"That's a nice name. So, are you okay now?"

"Y-y-yes."

"Good. Sorry about the jacket; it's for your protection, as well as ours."

I glare at him. "Are you saying I'm dangerous?" I snarl.

"No! Uh, yes! I mean, no! I-" He stutters, trying to back out of his words.

I huff, turning around and staring at the picture on the wall. It's a memory of my brother and I, from when we played with legos, and made a small castle. I sigh, feeling a tear slip down my face. I go to reach out and touch his delicate face, but I find my hand trapped within the jacket.

"Mason," I whisper, looking closely at his small body, "I love you, and I miss you so much."

"Who's that?" Asher suddenly asks, making me remember he's here.

"My brother. He's my other half, my twin. I love him so much it hurts to be away, but the pain's just become a dull and ticklish ache. Nothing more than a small tingling in my heart, slowing chipping away at my heart," I answer, not caring if he listens anymore.

"How long ago did you see him?"

"When we got tested twelve years ago."

"So you're seventeen?"

"Yes. I turned recently."

"I'm nineteen, just so you know," he mumbles, before standing up.

"I see you draw a lot," he says, observing my drawings.

"Yes."

"They're amazing. How'd you get the color?"

"The meal kits the people us here."

"'Us'?" He asks, confused.

"Yes, us. All the patients here who will never come out again and see daylight, or smell fresh air."

"Oh. I can see if I can take you outside every day," he offers, making me look up at him.

"And how exactly would you do that? Why are your here, anyway?"

"I guess they never told you?"

"They never tell me anything. Do you think they would tell me about a boy who will be living with me?"

"I suppose not. Well, I'm going to be your new aide."

"Aide?"

"Yup. From now on until you're cured, I'm going to be helping you."

I stare at him in disbelief, feeling rage bubble inside of me. My eye twitches, and a growl almost slips out of my teeth. The black from before is slowly returning, but I push it back slightly.

"Until I'm 'cured'?" I seethe, clenching my teeth.

If only my hands were free...

"Yeah. Don't worry, though, I'll take care of you," he says softly, reaching out and patting my head.

"Stop that! I'm not some little kid who has mental issues! I can take care of myself, and I'm not crazy!" I shout, clenching my eyes shut in pain when my head starts to pound.

"Ryan?!"

The pain subsides, allowing me to open my eyes and meet Asher's concerned gaze.

"I'm fine," I spit.

Maybe human contact isn't so good. What if I snapped at my family? What would I do then? They would ship me off back here and I'd never even see a good cell again. I've heard of certain patients who instead of obeying, they violently protest. Last I heard, which is from before I was cut off from the world, the patients went through a special operation, a lobotomy, almost. Just thinking of it makes me shiver.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're shivering," he asks, scooting closer to me.

Since I'm against the wall, I have no where else to go. Plus, my hands are kind of occupied at the moment, so I can't push him away, either.

"I s-said I'm ok-kay," I say, my teeth chattering.

What the heck is wrong with me now? My body is shaking and cold hands seem to go up and down my spine, giving me chills. I shiver again, the shudder sending me off balance. Before I can tip sideways, though, two strong arms catch me, making my head snap up to Asher's.

"Let go!"

Who does he think he is?! I can take care of myself! In fact, because of him and the doctor thinking I need 'help', I'm stuck in this situation with a stupid straight jacket on! 

"But you're obviously not okay! Maybe if you just got warmed up a bit more, then may-" he explains, but the doctor's sudden arrival stops him.

"Mr. Jackson, is everything alright?" The doctor asks with a sickly sweet smile. "Does someone need some more pills?" He directs the obvious warning towards me, eyeing me carefully.

I shiver again, sending him a death-glare. 

"No, Sir, he's fine; just cold. I'll take care of it, though. Are my things in yet?"

"Oh, yes! They're coming up the elevator now," he says, clapping.

His bright demeanor comes on again, and he walks over to me, even though I'm still in Asher's arms.

He gets down on his knees, leaning over to my ear.

"Better be careful, Mr. Smith. We wouldn't want you getting hurt," he whispers in my ear, making me growl.

"Jerk," I spit, not wanting to ever utter a cuss word.

He chuckles, before putting on a smile and walking off, leaving the door open. 

Asher's stuff comes in a moment later. My eyes widen when I see the boxes, as well as a bed frame. Full, I believe. How the heck they expect all this stuff to fit, I don't know. They call me insane? I mean, I'm not the one trying to stuff up a medium-sized cell.

"That's a lot of stuff," I murmur, looking up when he begins to chuckle.

"Well yeah. I'm going to be living here for a while."

"No, you won't."

He slowly sits me up again, his eyes swirling with confusion and slight worry.

"What do you mean?"

"I won't allow it. I will get out soon, because I'm not crazy, and they can't keep me here much longer. When I'm eighteen, I can ask to be let out. They can re-evaluate me, see that I'm not an insane, and let me go live a real life."

He frowns, about to open his mouth, but I cut him off.

"The longest you would be here is a year. One year exactly."

"Then I'll be sure to make this year the best year of your life."

Okay, I tried here....TRIED.

QUESTION TIME: What kind of pet do you want/have?

My Answer: Well, my sister and I share custody over two guinea pigs at the moment, but I would probably want the usual dog or cat. I haven't decided yet.

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-Mel