Psycho

"Good luck, big sis"

I heard my alarm clock go off and I sat up in my bed. I got up and changed into my scrubs, which are required to be worn by my workplace: Los Angeles Psychiatric Hospital.

I curled my dark brown hair and put on red lipstick. I didn't really bother with wearing makeup that often. It's not like I have anybody that I'm trying to impress.

After I got ready I checked my phone and I saw a message from my little brother, Trent.

Have a good first day at work, and good luck, big sis.

Thanks, lil bro, have a good day at school.

After I replied I shut my phone off and put it in the scrub pocket. The scrubs were plain blue and basically the stereotypical doctor's outfit.

I decided to skip breakfast and just go ahead and head to work. I wasn't really that tired since I'm more of a morning person and I wanted to make a good impression.

On my way to work, Trent texted back and I replied while I was at a red light.

Well I'm already at the Principal's office so I don't think I'm going to have a great day.

It was literally 8:30 in the morning, how could he have managed to do that already?

Trent Christopher Montgomery, I swear I will drive all the way back home just to beat your ass if you don't start behaving at school.

I threatened.

Jesus Quinn, calm down, I'm only kidding.

Tell Emma when you see her to text me back when she can.

I texted back, talking about my sister. I texted her last night and she still hasn't replied.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at my new job. I sat in the parking lot and tried to calm down my nerves. I know it's just a job, but I have to make a good impression for my new boss.

I took a deep breath and got the courage to walk in the building. The air smelled strongly of antiseptic, but I didn't really mind it that much. I seen a man dressed in scrubs and I walked over to him to ask for directions.

"Hey, I was wondering where I could find Samuel Golbach?" I asked, trying to play it off cool as I was trying to find my new boss.

The man smiled. He looked about my age and he had blond hair that was mostly gathered in the middle of his forehead.

"Well, you've found him. I'm guessing you're Quinn Montgomery, the new employee." His smile was extremely bright and it made me feel a little more comfortable at my first day of work.

"Yeah. So, you're my boss, right?"

He nodded his head.

"But you can call me Sam. Everyone does. I can tell you're a little nervous so, it may help you to know that you'll only have two patients that are here permanently. You'll be working in the East Wing: The Inmate Section. But, don't worry there's officers everywhere." He explained.

I'm glad my boss is nice. He could have put me with a bunch of patients, or worse, on the temporary wing, also known as, the people who come in and leave the next day.

I tend to get attached to people I meet, so I think I'll love my job here. I know, I seem weird, I like to spend time with the crazies, but I don't think that they're actually insane like everyone else.

Plus, criminals don't bother me. My dad worked as a police officer and I would visit him a lot. I had to pass the cells and I actually made a couple friends that were inmates.

"Who are they? My patients?" I smiled, ready to meet them.

He looked at me like I had three heads.

"You actually don't care that you're working with evicted criminals?"

"That's actually where I prefer to be." I smiled even wider.

"Okay. I'll go show you their rooms." He said like a large weight had just been lifted off his shoulders. We walked down a long hallway until we reached the last room on the end before the hallway turned right. Sam turned back to me. "This is your first patient. His name is Sebastian Porter. The thing is, he's fourteen. The youngest we have in this wing."

I nodded my head.

"Why's he here?" I asked, intrigued.

"He killed his parents. There were reports of abuse, but no one believed him, so, he snapped and burned down the house with them inside. His relatives didn't want to send him to Juvenile Prison, so they compromised with officials and brought up his self harm and depression and it landed him here for the rest of his life." Sam explained.

I felt sympathy for Sebastian. He was abused by his parents and no one believed him. This is the only home he'll ever know.

"That's really sad." I said.

"The poor boy is actually nice to everyone he comes in contact with. Which is why I put him with you, because your other patient is a handful." He said, walking on to my other patient's room.

I followed him and he stopped at the very last door on the dead end hallway.

"This is Cole Brock. He's twenty-two. He has borderline personality disorder. Let's just say he's not the nicest and there's a reason he's handcuffed to his bed. I advise you to stay as far away from him as you can when you're in the same room as him." He said with fear in his eyes.

"What'd he do?" I asked reluctantly.

"He killed eight prostitutes." He sighed.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I was not expecting that.

"He did what now?"

Sam's pager beeped and he looked at it, then back at me.

"Please be careful. I have to go. Just split up your time in between your patients and make sure you don't make Cole angry. Other than that, you'll do fine Quinn." He said and raced back down the hallway.

Oh, god.