Goner

Chapter 5: Hottie

 "Richie are you okay?" Sylvia asked, hoping he didn't get grossed out by blood. Richard's heart pounded. Months, it's been months since he craved the high and years he had satisfied it. Taking a second to pull himself out of the trance, he looked up at Sylvia, thirst in his eyes.

"Yeah, sorry. I just kinda zoned out." He said with a gentle smile, playing it off as if he didn't truly want the girl to keep bleeding. His mouth watered and his hands began to tingle, his eyes back on the red that ran on cold pale skin.

Richard began biting his inner lip, trying to keep himself from breaking. Sylvia simply shrugged to Richard's response, returning to her drawing. What seemed to simply be an array of lines and shapes began to forge together to create what looked like a butterfly. Richard tried to focus on the drawing but his eyes kept moving back to the stain. Thoughts clouded his mind as he began to have flashbacks of times before, the way he'd stalk the night, looking for anybody to kill, simply to see and feel that warm crimson liquid pours out of their once breathing bodies.

"You like it?" Sylvia asked as she held up her butterfly drawing. It was quite extravagant to be done in broken rose art crayons but still showed a childish aspect. Finally snapping out of his trance completely, Richards eyes quickly moved to Sylvia then the drawing. He put on a slight grin and nodded.

Sylvia sat back down, catching the attention of Richard. Her usual smile rested on her face as she held a piece of clear tape between her index finger and thumb. Looking down, Sylvia aligned the piece horizontally across the top of the paper and slid it to Richard.

Richard smiled at the present just seconds before more patients began to enter the area. Both his and Sylvia's attention moved to the patients.

"Richie, what time is it?" Sylvia asked, her eyes staying on the patients coming into the room and settling themselves at the table and on the couches.

"Break? It's only been like thirty minutes since lunch though."

"Well I call it break, we all are going to the gym."

"Like a workout gym?" Sylvia asked, lifting a brow.

Just seconds later, a guard approached Sylvia.

"Ms.Cara would like to know if you are planning to join us in going to the gym." The guard asked. He seemed young, maybe in his early twenties.

"Umm..." Sylvia's eyes trailed to Richard then returned back to the guard. "Sure."

"And have you received your extra change of clothes specifically for working out?" He continued on to ask.

"No, sir."

"Okay well, when Mr.Luis calls for everyone to get changed, just go to your cell and get dressed in there. Your clothes should be in there by that time." The guard explained, nodding at the end of his sentence then trailing off back to the room in which the group session was held.

Sylvia smiled awkwardly then turned to look at Richard.

"I have to change in my cell?" She asked uncomfortably.

"But I kinda don't have a door, I mean, it's my cell." She paused, obviously feeling uncomfortable by the thought that she may have to change in front of other patients who would be passing by. "Where do you get changed at?"