~Sweet Home~ || Kidge AU || DISCONTINUED

Nap

A/N: What's up? I hope you all liked the last chapter! It took a while to put together, but I did it~

This song is Katy Perry's acoustic cover of "The One That Got Away." It's so calming that I can practically sleep to it.

I hope everyone is taking good care of themselves! Please enjoy this section!

Pidge talked to Shyla about the type of stuff she should do for Keith. He explained the boundaries and "walls" in his head and how she should handle them. He recommended her to be with the patient at all times, just in case he would start to have an episode. The girl understood her tasks and thanked him for the advice. Afterward, Shyla began to walk Keith to his room.

"Have a good rest of your day guys!" Pidge waved goodbye.

Shyla said, "You too!"

Keith smiled as he waved as well. They both walked away and soon, they were gone.

Romelle tapped the therapist's shoulder, "Hey."

He turned back, "Yes?"

She giggled, "You did a lot better than I thought you would. Looks like nothing can really beat you down."

"Thanks," he grinned, "but I shouldn't have said that I understood how he was feeling. That could've come out wrong."

"You shouldn't have." She agreed, "That wasn't very professional of you to say. It might have sounded hollow to Keith but luckily, it probably didn't. We're lucky that he gave us a positive response."

"We are. I'm glad he didn't snap back angrily. Although, he seemed a little irritated. He might have some anger problems but I doubt it."

"Doubt it? How come?"

"Because I can tell that he has a lot of problems and feelings that he keeps to himself. These can create sudden outbursts of miscommunicated feelings. He doesn't seem like a rude or mean person, perhaps just misunderstood."

"Nice observation. But you completely understand your mistake and how you shouldn't do that again, correct?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good."

They stayed quiet for a while. There was practically nothing else to say or ask. Both of them were anxious about what the other would talk about next.

"Do you need a place to stay for the night?" His boss asked. "I have a spare room at my place if you need it."

"No thank you." He said, "I already told the whole situation to someone I trust and they're gonna take me in until I can get my own place and live stably."

"That's good. I'm glad you have someone in your life that can help you."

"Me too..."

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"Pathetic, waste of space, mistake."

"Be a good pet until dawn."

"Stop moving! I'll cut your wrists open if you don't stop squirming around!"

Keith suddenly heard a voice, the voice of the murderer. He crossed his arms and stayed silent while he and Shyla were walking to his room. He held the stuff Pidge gave him close to his chest. His eyes darted around the hallways.

"You shouldn't be alive. You should've never been born. It's not fair. It's not fair. It's not fair." The sound became distorted, "Why are you still breathing?"

He blinked rapidly and started scratching his knuckles.

"Sing for me number 3! Put on a show!"

"B-B-But..." a stuttering voice muttered.

"NOW! Unless you want to end like up like 1."

"Yes s-sir!"

He stared down at the floor and frowned. He rubbed his eyes and gulped many times. His mouth kept mouthing words that no one could make out. He didn't feel like he could walk right or be stable. He felt anxious and scared in a safe environment. That's not supposed to happen, right?

"Number 5!"

"Y-Yes sir?" Keith's voice fragilely said.

"Why are you so worthless? You have no use in this world and you're not even a fun toy to play with. You're just an ugly faggot who couldn't do anything to protect anyone!" He laughed evilly.

"S-S-Stop it. Please? Leave us a-alone. We just want to be free! Th-There's nothing wrong with that!"

"Excuse me you piece of shit?! What'd you say?!"

"N-Nothing sir! I didn't say a w-word!"

"That's what I thought, asshole."

The two of them turned the corner. Everything started to feel wonky and crooked. All the paintings seemed upside down. Different sounds were rapidly beating in Keith's ears. His heart was staggering.

3 gunshots were fired. The sound of blood splattered on the floor.

"NOOO!!!!" Keith sobbed.

There were faint kicks and a lot of yelling. The remaining 3 victims were angry and frustrated. They all wanted to kill the torturer for shooting an innocent being. They all struggled. Their screams were louder than chickens being slaughtered. Their cries for help were effortless.

The man shot his gun at the ground, "SHUT UP!"

Everyone immediately stopped crying but began to whimper in fear.

"Fucking babies. Next time you guys want to fight back, you'll end up like her. UNDERSTOOD?!"

"We're here," Shyla said.

Keith stopped in his tracks and shivered as the voices kept crawling in his head. He looked up in fear.

"You have time to relax before dinner so I brought y-!" She noticed how scared the patient looked. "Hey, are you okay?"

He nodded continuously.

"Are you sure? Do you maybe want to talk? Do you want me to be inside with you?"

"N-N-No thank you. I'm okay. I just need a n-nap. Yes! That's all I need! A nap!"

She looked cornered, "Do you want to talk to Ms. Holt?"

Keith paused and thought, "M-Maybe later, but not now. I-I don't think I'll be able to talk to her with how I am right n-now. I need to rest..."

"Okay, that's perfectly fine." She completely understood. She opened the door for him, "Take as long as you need. I'll wake you up when it's time to eat."

He slowly walked into his room, "Thanks Sh-Shyla."

She slightly smiled then closed the door. It was silent and empty. The place was plain and there wasn't any particular vibe it would project. It felt like the closed space was getting smaller.

He instantly started to sob.