Locked // Hamilton // mental hospital

#4

I loved the fanfic 'purple is not a people colour so much I decided to do a little bit of a crossover with it to this book. Like.. that pip has raynards. I hope you enjoy!

{~PHILLIP POV:~}

"Phillip, this is your new room mate" a voice said, unlocking the door.
"Hi!" The skinny boy said. I recognised this boy. I couldn't quite see where I know him from though.
"H..hi" I said, scrambling to the corner of my bed. This was why I wasn't allowed a room mate, normally. My awful social anxiety and PTSD. Since my father's died, all I've done is just be scared of everything. Stressed, being unable to stand around small crowds.
And then it happened. As the door closed the tips of my fingers felt icy cold. I looked at them and..
My heart dropped. My fingers were turning purple.
I suddenly started to hyperventalate.
"Are you ok?" The boy asked.
I couldn't breathe properly. I couldn't talk. I couldn't do anything.
I was useless.
What was I living for?
I felt the violet colour climbing to my wrists. Then to my elbows. Then shoulders and-
I felt darkness take over my sight. As I was taken by the darkness, I heard Alex push the emergency button. I heard the beeps it made. And then.. it was just dark.

4 years prior

"My name is Phillip!" I said, laughing with my dad.
"Daddy, can I have another cookie?" I asked.
"Course, as long as you feed the turtles" he said, pointing to theur tank. I had everything. Two loving dad's, my own pet turtles, 2 uncle's, three aunties. What else!
"WHASSUP!" I heard a bang coming from the porch.
I got a fright and gripped onto pops until I realised..
"Uncle Herc!" I said, running to him.
"Pip! Your alive!" He said, chuckling with joy.
"Yup, and so is..." I said, seeing another male behind Herc.
"UNCLE LAFF!" I said, no, shouted, running to him.
"Bonjour Phillip!"He said, hugging he. His strong French accent lingered at every word.
"What about me?" I heard a voice say.
I saw a tiny of yelliw peeking through, and suddenly knew who it was.
"Aunt PEGGY!" I beamed.
"Hi Phillip!" She said, waving from behind Laff.
"Phillip, come here for your ice cream!" POPS said, handing me a bowl of cookie dough ice cream.
"Mmm! Looks nice!" Aunt Peggy said.
"Can I have a taste?" She asked.
"No! My ice cream!" I said, laughing.
"Tough, cos it's MY ice cream now!" She said, snatching it off me and running with it, eating it all.

Present day

I woke up in the medical room. I saw the faint purple colour on my skin. I shivered.
"Phillip-" a doctor said.
"Mum?" I responded.
"You have Raynards" the softer stated.
"What's that?" I asked.
He explained to me. I wasn't listening to a word though, and when he was finally done, he told me to keep warm.
When I got back I saw about 10 blankets piled on my bed. It looked so warm... but. He was here.
"Phillip, you ok?" He asked me. I nodded, getting underneath my igloo of blankets. It was so warm. So cosy. It felt like I was alone, but-
"Phillip" the boy said, taking the sheets off of my head.
"Y..yess" I said, peeking my head out.
"You ok?" The boy asked. I swiftly nodded, going back under my quilt.
"I'm going out" said the boy, and that was the last time I ever saw him again. Not even in the social room. He was never seen again, and some people said he was a ghost. We'll never know, I guess.

A/N SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE. My home work has been piled high this week, especially today, and so I have to keep on top of it along with my three stories which is very tiring. Also, some days I may feel