Behind Closed doors

Chapter 2:

         I sat on the couch of my small apartment, I quickly took out the file folder of Luke out of me bag. I opened it, causing some papers to fall on the floor. Picking them up, it read "Complains" at the top if their page in big, black, bold letters. I scanned over them, one said: Nurse; Luke grabbed the tray from beside him, and threw it at me with great force. It sent shivers down my spine.

Another read; Luke continued to refuse to take his medication, even threatening my life if I tried to give it to him again.

    My stomach felt queasy at this point. I wanted to back out, I didn't want to do this anymore. Then, I wondered, What made him so mad? I quickly searched for a "background story" or something like that.

I found it after searching through many papers with more complains and such. I put the paper at the top of the pile. I read it loudly "Luke Robert Hemmings, born on July 16th, 1996." He was only 18. I read on; "When Luke was about 14 years old, he was in a car crash with his two brothers, mother, and father. I know where this is going, poor boy, I thought. Unfortunately, Luke was the only one to survive this fatal accident.

     After that had happened, Luke's life took a turn for the worst. Luke began to grow in a great depression. Living with his grandmother at the time, Luke began to get more angry and aggressive with her. At the age of 16, being placed in a mental institution for anger issues, schizophrenic. Luke also has very bad anxiety, insomnia, and recently diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and also depression.

     "Oh my God, that's terrible" I said to myself. I want to help him so bad, but I don't know if he will let me. I couldn't even imagine loosening my whole family. Knowing that people go threw this makes my heart hurt. I could relate to him a little. When I was about 13 years old I went threw depression. It lasted for a few years. It felt like I had no one. But Luke really didn't. I didn't know how tomorrow would go.

     It made me nervous, what am I suppose to say? Will he like me? Will he hurt me? oh my God Valerie, you are absolutely pathetic. I felt my eye lids getting heavier, I yawned and knew I needed to get to bed soon. I closed the file and placed it in my bag. I went down the hall, last bedroom. and fell into a deep sleep.

***beep beep beep**

     I slammed my hand down on the annoying machine. I stretched my arms, my sore bones cracking. I huffed as my shoulders dropped. I stared at the floor blankly ( omg I do that every morning when I wake up for school for like 5 minutes lmao). I finally get up and go to the bathroom and clean up. Cause I look like shit.

    I pull up to the hospital and get out my car . I walked inside to be greeted by the same lady. " Susan should be rate out" she smiled kindly.

     "Okay, thank you" I nervously chuckled for some odd reason. I looked around the big room to not make it awkward.

      "Valerie" I heard a women sequel. I turn to see the lady from yesterday.

      "Hi" I smile widely.

      "Are you ready for your first day?" she seemed very jumpy. Probably because she has Luke off her hands now.

     "I think so.." I felt my hands getting sweaty.

      " Okay, did you take a look at the file?" she bit her lip back.

      " Yeah" pulled it out of my bag.

      " Great," she took the pile of papers out of my grasp. She handed me a key. " Room 216" she smiled again " His name is on the door," she began to walk away, but turned to me again. " Good luck" then disappeared into a different hall.