Photographer

Chapter 19

<Chris P.O.V>

After I got done telling my mom and Amani about checking myself in I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders. I was finally relieved that I was gonna get the help that I needed. I asked Joyner if he could drop me off at the hospital and he agreed. He was so supportive of me, he always have.

I walked in the Mental hospital at the check in desk to see a fine ass female on the phone I'm guessing talking to a family of one of the patients. I waited calmly as she got of the phone and I began to speak.

"Hi I'm Christopher Brown, I wanted to check myself in"

She smiled at me "Ok, here's a consent form you have to fill out and when you're done just hand it into me"

"Alright beautiful" I licked my lips as I picked up the clip board with the consent form on it.

As I was reading it over I couldn't help but to notice her staring at me.

"You like what you see baby?" I said making her blush.

"I do" she smiled. "I just got one question, what's a handsome man like you checking yourself in at a Mental Institution"

I spoke truthfully "I'm Crazy"

"I highly doubt it"

I furrowed my eyebrows "Don't believe me?"

All I could do was laugh. I understand I'm fine but just cuz a nigga handsome don't mean that he ain't crazy. I'm living proof of that.

I sighed my signature at the bottom and handed the paper back to her. She went on the computer and registered my name then she looked at me.

"You're information was already registered in the system" she said confused.

"Yeah I was here before when I was younger"

"Oh ok.... well an aid will be here shortly to transfer you to your room and one of the doctors will meet up with you shortly"

I smiled and nodded. A few minutes later one of the aids came. It was another fine female, I grew suspicious because I mostly seen fine females working here. I knew I wasn't trippin.

As I got into my room it was pretty decent, it was an all white room which was very bland compared to my room at the crib. I mostly had my artwork on the walls. Shit speaking of 'art' I forgot my camera. FUCK! You know what let me calm down cuz If I would've brought it here they would've probably took it and looked through my gallery. A nigga would've really went to jail.

I turned around to hear a knock on the door , I opened it to see a female doctor. I know I'm not tripping. I mean there's nothing wrong with females dominating the workforce but damn for a nigga who kills only females it's kinda creepy. It's like they know what I do and they just only sending me females. By the way I ain't see no nigga in here so far.

"Hello I'm Doctor Veronica Price, im one of the head doctors of this facility."

"I'm Chris...a patient" I chuckled and reached my hand out for a handshake.

She shook my hand and continued "So I was looking over your records and the last time you were here you were 16"

"Yeah Dr.Clemens was my doctor around that time, do you know if he's still here?"

"He is, as a matter of fact I'll call him down here"

She called him down to my room and within minutes he arrived. He honestly looked shocked, I can't believe he remembered me. Well, let's be honest who can forget me?