By the strands of Your Hair

Patients

As the cold breeze of dawn smoothly trailed its way up your skin-toned stockings and straight cut white skirt it caused your garments to flare,sending orgasmic chills through your body. You tightened the strings on your black fur coat as you stepped out the door of your apartment complex,

It was 5 a.m.

You were an average woman who worked as a nurse at a mental asylum. You've seen it all, the gory, loopy,wonky,crazy.

It was a norm in your life.

Twas pretty much the only thing that put some spunk into your way of living actually.

It was the harsh fact of reality.

Hence you loved working where you worked.

As you hopped on the train that regularly took you to your destination,your stomach plummeted,as though you sensed a bad omen. You looked to the only passenger other than yourself who had already been seated.

He seemed to be a middle aged man. He was dressed in a white jersey in which he clearly was too messy to wear, a checkered long sleeve shirt, a dingy tar-stained jacket and a pair of baggy old jeans which looked as though it was about to fall apart at any moment.

Maybe he's homeless.

Apart from his clothes,he himself wasn't well kept either his hair was wild and his face looked as though dirt had disintegrated into his pores. He was mumbling to himself,probably futuristic truths that people wouldn't take seriously due to his appearance of not being sane.

Yup,definitely homeless.

You tried not to pay too much attention to him as you made your way to a seat far behind the chair in which he sat in.

As you passed his way, the sudden action of his dirt stained fingers clinging onto your skirt caught you by utmost surprise.

He began speaking directly at you,his speech buried in heaves as though he was somewhat sobbing,

"He's coming,beware!!!" he repeated as you frightfully attempted to loose him from his hold on you.

Strangely,without putting up a huge fight,the man released your skirt and stared at you as you made your way to your seat.

He, after observing that you're now seated,slowly turns around to face front while shaking like a traumatized child.

You looked down at your snowy white skirt,obviously smudged with shades of grey.

Crap.

It was normal having your outfit ruined by the end of a day of work but not before you even stepped foot in the damn place.

You sighed crossing your arms over your chests as you leaned your head against the window,eyeing down the crazy man who was now hugging himself as he continued mumbling and shaking like a Chiwawa.

You suddenly began to wonder when last had he had a good home cooked meal.

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You arrived at work,right on time to clock in your attendance before being marked late.

You looked at your daily schedule and  got to work.

The hospital was quite huge and consisted of many rooms. The walls were lily-white and ran up to a dark oakwood, ceiling. The floors,also dark polished oakwood,able to withstand any type of abuse.

As you made your way down the hall,it was time to call all patients to the main hall for breakfast. You looked at your clipboard then at the first door,