LANDON

TWENTY-ONE

Jaxon

I ran around looking for him. How the hell do you think it's okay to keep moving people around this fûcked up place.

I ran up to one of the doctors that was walking with a clipboard in hand and flipping through the pages, "sir! Sir." I gripped his forearm and he looked towards me with disgust.

"Do you know where La-"

He ripped his arm away from me and took a step back, "don't ever touch me kid." His said with his voice laced with disgust.

My eyebrows furrowed and I just ignored his rudeness, "I was going to ask you if-"

"Listen, kid. A person like me doesn't have time to deal with someone like you. Go find something to do, go rob some store, I'm sure that's how your father got arrested." He said as he walked away from me.

I watched him with wide eyes and my mouth open. He rounded a corner and left my sight. I stood there fûckin shocked.

Are there really people out there like him?

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I then looked down at what I was wearing. All I was wear was a black hoodie and some black jeans with some tore up vans. Did I really look like someone that steals?

Well damn, I need to change because I sometime steal but not as much where you think I do it on a regular basis.

I walked down the hall way and looked for a different doctor but how the hell is it when you're looking for someone you can't find them?! Like there is no doctors in damn sight.

And I think I made myself lost is this damn hospital. I continued to search around and turn corners just hoping I'll find Landon, but I just walked right back to where he was at first. I groaned again and dragged my feet to towards the door and looked through. He still wasn't there and I softly banged my head against the window.

My eyes were closed when I was doing it and I was taking in deep breaths when doing so.

"I think you need to get some help if you think it's okay to hurt yourself."

I stop and rested my head against the cool window. "I think you need help if you think you should tell someone like me to get some help." I turned towards her and she's already smiling at me but I'm glaring at her.

"Why? You don't like getting an offer of getting help?-"

"You're not giving me help, you're telling me to get help. I'm not receiving any from you-"

"What's your problem?"

"Simply nothing."

"Clearly not."

"Why are you even talking to me?" I said as I took a step towards her. I wanted to intimate her. Make her stop talking to me and leave me alone.

"I don't need help. I helped myself all these years by myself. I don't need someone else to give me their sorrows and all their sorries for me. I don't need that. I don't need pity from other people."

"Woah, what happen to you?" She asked as she took a step back. Her hand gripped the metal from the fluid she had to walk with.

I gave her a blank stare, "none of your business." I already had all my memories turn into daydreams. Every day I would see them.

I was about to turn around and go look again for Landon but she stopped me.

"I don't know if you're looking for a boy, but I saw that some doctors were rushing him away towards the helicopter pad just right now. I don't know if he's the one you're looking for." My eyes grew wide and I looked behind her and see a set of doors leading towards a lobby.