I'm Not Insane (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 6 - Anger

Asher comes in an hour later. By then, my thoughts have completely submerged me in their depths. 

I'm lost in an endless sea of voices, all of them pulling at my limbs, calling me into the dark abyss of eternal sleep. Maybe I really am insane. They seem to agree, pulling me in further.

I barely notice the door open and close, instead continuing with my endless thoughts. If this world weren't like this, if I never existed, if I was never told I was an insane, if I never met Asher...

Asher. He's not who I thought he was. He's a liar. He betrayed me. He'll hurt me, or will he?

No, no more! No more Asher, no more doctors, no more walls, no more painted love, no more ANYTHING! Just....let me sleep it all away. Maybe then, I can wake up and be in bed, Mason and Emma and Mom all around me. No more Asher, no more problems...

"Ryan?"

That voice. That darn voice! Stop it, stop it, stop! He uses that mouth, that darn mouth, to keep me here! To keep me from leaving! From being FREE! (OML, I just realized I made a reference right there. That last word. Guess what that ref. is and I'll love you for ever and ever. Seriously)

"Ryan? Are you okay?" His voice calls to me.

I'm lifted now. The abyss fades away, and the voices stop dragging me, instead, they push me up. 

"Stop it!" I whisper softly, hoping he doesn't hear, but he does.

"What?"

"Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it! No! I want to leave! I want to leave this place!" I cry out, sitting up and facing him now.

His blue eyes search my hazel ones. His eyes waver and widen a bit when they see the mad glint in my eyes, and the dark mist swirling in my irises. 

"Ryan...? What's wrong? What's going on? Are you having another nightmare? Do you need me to sleep next to you?" Asher asks, worried now.

Unexplainable anger fills me up, causing me to clench my fists tightly, the black tint coming back to my vision.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?! I don't belong here! I want to go home! I'm sick and TIRED of this place! They keep me here, trapped! I'm never getting out!" I exclaim, grabbing the front of his shirt.

He hisses in pain, and I dimly notice black smoke around my hands. I clench the material of his shirt tighter, pulling him close to me.

"You don't understand. You will never understand!"

"Ryan, please-"

"SHUT UP!" I scream, feeling that cold feeling rushing in my veins again. 

Then, suddenly - unlike before - it's gone, leaving me feeling drained of energy and weak. 

I collapse to my knees, letting go of Asher's shirt. My breath is coming in labored puffs, as Asher winces slightly, getting down on his knee in front of me.

 "Are you alright?" He asks softly.

I want to bite back harshly, but I can't; all my energy has been drained. I can barely even breathe and keep my eyes open. 

What just happened? Last time, I didn't feel like this. I just felt kind of...powerful. I felt free. Now, I feel empty, drained, and useless. What did they do to me?

I feel a hand rest on my back, and I flinch, shrugging it off.

"Stop trying to comfort me," I say harshly, attempting to get up, only to fall back down to my knees.

"Here, let me get you to bed," Asher says, hooking his hands underneath my arms, pulling me up.

He places me on the bed, and as soon as my head hits the pillow, I pass out from exhaustion.

Asher's pov (Dun, dun, duuun)

As soon as Ryan passes out, I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. It seems that I spoke too soon when I told Dr. Wilson Ryan hasn't had any episodes. How do I tell him now that the medicine isn't working as well anymore? 

At least it works a lot better than these stupid clothes. I thought they were supposed to protect me from him! Dr. Wilson is right, this guy is dangerous. I just want to help him, though...

I find Dr. Wilson in his office. When I enter, he looks up at me, smiling. He's always liked me, ever since I started working here two years ago. Yeah, I've been working here since I was seventeen. Ryan doesn't know, though, and I don't think he really needs to. I mean, it's not like he needs to know every detail about me. Still, there's something about him that makes me want to open my whole heart up to him, and let it all pour out.

"Ah, Ash! How's our little patient? Is he doing okay? No side-effects from the medicine or patches?"

"No, Sir, but..." I trail off, sitting down in front of his desk nervously.

"What happened?" Dr. Wilson asks, his eyes narrowing.

"Well, he snapped at me as soon as he was awake, going on and on about wanting to leave and stopping something. Then he got more mad and..."

"Spit it out, Asher."

"He attacked me. His ability went right through the clothing, Sir. It was only a dull sting, so I know the clothes absorbed the brunt of it, but, Sir, Ryan's body is starting to become accustomed to the meds and patches."

Dr. Wilson leans back in his chair, tsking softly.

"Hmm, it seems we'll have to strengthen the doses. Maybe even increase them to twice a day."

"Sir, I'm sorry I couldn't do something about this. I can fix this, thou-!" I ramble, before he cuts me off with a hand in the air.

"I know, Asher. You've always come through. Every time. Don't worry," he says, getting up and walking over to me, clapping me on the back, "We'll increase the dosages in the patches and his medicine. You won't have to worry about this happening again."

"Thank you, Sir."

He grins, then his face turns serious again.

"Just remember, your job is to make sure he is heavily sedated. Once his rounds of medicine are completed, we'll be moving him to the A.C.o.V, then you can move on to your next assignment. Under no circumstances, like usual, do you make a strong connection with this boy. He could and will be valuable to us, and we don't want a relationship of any sorts ruining either of your bright futures. Understood?" 

I nod, grinning.

"Don't worry, Sir. I don't intend on getting attached to him." 

"Good,"  he says, smiling again, before I leave.

On my way back to my room with Ryan, I wonder about one thing:

Is it already too late to say I won't get attached?

QUESTION TIME: What's your favorite fruit?

My Answer: I'd have to say either grapes, guava, or bananas. I would say strawberries, but I'm kinda allergic. I LOVED them when I could still eat them before I was eight.

Also, thanks for giving me a place in Science Fiction! I don't know how, but at 27 views or so, I had 400-something in Science Fiction! But, I'm still on the list, so I'm super happy. Thanks so much!

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-Mel