Through the Glass

Open Window of Hope, Closed Door of Despair

    Komaeda sat in his assigned room, the room that's too familiar to him. He could walk around blindfolded and know where everything is exactly. Even though this was viewed as bad from most people, he was quite proud of himself because he found this place and exact room home. No parents to deal with, nobody to bother him, it was just himself. It was his paradise. He was his own friend, his own parent, his own pet.
     Komaeda didn't know why exactly he was different from everybody else in his home. He didn't understand why he got a big room and a comfy white jacket and a special nurse. He loved his nurse, his nurse so filled with hope and joy and skill. He didn't understand why people avoided him when he was out of his room. He didn't understand why the kids of the hospital looked at him weird and cried when they saw him. He only understood what he thought. He understood that he was ugly, he was complete trash, and he wasn't special. He understood that one day he would make friends by taking in the medicine from his daily shots, all those pills would help him go somewhere one day. He understood it was for his and other's hope.
     Komaeda hoped that one day he would have a roommate, but none of the doctors or nurses allowed it. But, what he currently understood was that he was getting his daily treatment for his future and some company. He smiled, the pain from the shots long gone. He took the pills happily, quickly turning to his favorite nurse. "Am I getting better? Am I doing good?" He asked the same questions everyday, the answers always the same, bland and shaky answers. After they left, he watched the group of doctors go to the room in front of his without a big glass wall and instead a concrete wall with a thick window pane about the size of a car window. The guy with long, thick, black hair watched him everyday, they're eyes meeting daily. They've never spoken to each other, or even waved.
     Komaeda wanted to meet him, but for Komaeda and the neighbor's reason alone, they couldn't share rooms. He thought deeply, staring at his favorite special nurse through the glass. He wanted to ask her all these questions, but never remembered to. He spoke to himself, "Ill remember and ask her tonight! I'll do it and make her happy that I remembered something!" He smiled at his reflection in the glass. He laughed to himself, sighing shortly after.
     The pale boy's nurse, Mikan Tsumiki, was specifically hired to take care of Komaeda. She's learned of the few years that she would have to lie if she had to, just so he wouldn't worry. She always smiled to Komaeda, even if she was the most depressed person on earth. Komaeda was happy, her lies deceiving him. He thought Mikan was just clumsy and happy all the time, it was his mindset. He was just sitting on his bum, legs crossed. He laid back, head hidden the cushioned floor.
     Komaeda looked down at his stomach, noticing the straight jacket was larger than he was again. He hated the jacket, but he's grown with it and shrunk in it for years. He's learned to find it comfy, just a forever hug. He hummed a happy tune, rocking his head side to side. He though about his neighbor during this process, the only thing seen of him was his shoulders and up. He had long, black hair, red eyes, and pale skin. He looked fairly skinny yet built at the same time, also. He had a funny glare he gave Komaeda all the time, especially when Komaeda smiled at him. It was like the unknown male's brain was half unconscious. Whenever they gave him shots and such, he didn't flinch, complain, or talk even. Komaeda had requested many times to meet the strange boy, but every time was declined. They kept telling Komaeda he was too dangerous, but he couldn't see why. Apparently, both of the boys where dangerous, from what Komaeda had heard.
      Komaeda's strange neighbor, Izuru Kamukura, was quiet. He never showed emotion except for raising and furrowing his eyebrows. It was like all of it was hidden in his eyes and eyebrows. Kamukura has spoken before, but it was only to the nurses and to himself. He had asked about Komaeda many times, about why he talked to himself all the time, or why he got angry a lot or screamed. At the times were Komaeda would successfully, slip off the straight jacket, he'd pull at his hair and hurt himself. Kamukura didn't understand Komaeda at all, his mind not able to process why he did all of this. After the doctors told him many times he was the most dangerous patient they had, he just couldn't quite put his finger out why Komaeda acted this way.
Kamukura never got better. The few years he's been here was making him almost as bad at Komaeda. Izuru has hurt many doctors and nurses before, all of his pent up and misunderstood and unknown emotions releasing at the wrong time. He hated it. He's heard many times from doctors after they left of putting Kamukura in a straight jacket like Komaeda, but never got brave enough. Kamukura watched Komaeda as his attitude acted up and he yelled and argued with himself, crying and smiling and laughing all by himself. He found this his time to just focus on something, to ignore everything else. His imaginary scenarios taking over him and making him think they were real, but Komaeda made him forget all of this. He never realized it, but the nurses and doctors did.
Soon, Kamukura and Komaeda would end up being closer than they'd think.

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