Michael's P.O.V.:
"Ash, please. Let me try, at least.", I begged my best friend as we walked through a corridor. He told me that Alice hasn't left her room in a week and I was concerned so I wanted to see if I could talk her out of her room. I used to see her "playing" ping pong with Joseph. She seemed happy. Joseph seemed happy.
"Mike, I told you. You can't.", he said.
"Why not!?", I yelled. I was getting frustrated.
He turned to look at me and said: "I can't tell you. Doc-", I cut him off.
"Yeah, doctor-patient shit code.", I said rolling my eyes.
He turned around and started walking away from me. I waited for him to be a little further and started running towards her room.
Alice's P.O.V.:
A week has passed and I haven't left my room. Just to go the bathroom. Other than that, I haven't. Joseph's death hit me hard. I remember that he used to laugh when I threw the ball with the ping pong paddle at him and it would pass by him. It made me laugh. He was one of the most amazing people that has ever existed. Even if he had a brain illness. He was so sweet. And I miss him.
In my time here, I've come to realize that the best people are here. Bob is amazing, Becky was the caring big sister I never had. And yes, I say I never had because my big sister never gave two shits about me. My family never cared for me. I'm sure that they are having lunch now as a happy family and pretending I never even existed. They probably burned all the pictures they had of me.
"Don't go in there!", I heard Dr. Irwin's voice shout. Suddenly, my door opened and close, letting in a pink haired boy. He was about my age. I recognize him as the volunteer. The goddamn volunteere. He locked the door behind him and soon enough someone was banging at my door.
"Michael, get out of there.", I heard Dr. Irwin say.
"Michael!", Dr. Irwin kept banging at my door.
I couldn't stop looking at the volunteere, Michael. He had really pale sking and pink fluorescent hair. He had green eyes and an AC/DC shirt with black skinny jeans. He was looking at the door but then turned around to look at me.
"Hey.", he said kindly, smiling sweetly.
I just stared at him. I was still sitting in my bed but then he started making his way to me and I jumped to the corner of my room, turning my back to him. Fuck. I'm acting too weird.
I heard his footsteps stop when I moved to the corner.
"I'm not gonna hurt you.", he said sweetly. I closed my eyes and sighed. I can't trust him.
A loud knock on my door made me jump in fear putting my hands over my head.
"I'm not doing anything wrong! Please, stop. I'm trying to talk here.", he said loud enough for the ones who were outside to hear.
I opened my eyes slowly and focused on my breathing. No, I can't trust him. He's just like the others.
"So...how are you?", he said, trying to make conversation.
I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see. I did not responded.
"Okay...", he said, his voice trailing off.
I heard his footsteps make their way to the chair in my room where he sat.
"Great.", I thought. "Is he thinking of staying for a long time?".
"I want you to know that I'm here if you want to talk, okay? I know it's hard to talk to the docs.", he said, chuckling a bit at the end.
I rolled my eyes and thought: "How would he know?".
I was sitting up, with my knees brought up to my chest. looking at the wall.
"So...you're not gonna talk?", he said. I chuckled lightly but quickly stopped. I thought it was funny that he didn't knew it until now.
"I guess I'll go then...", he said. I quickly stood up an went to open the door for him to go out. He just stood there a little bit taken aback. I kept my head down.
He started walking out of my room but then stopped in the middle of the doorway. He looked at me and said: "You know? All I wanna do is help you.". He sounded a little hurt but with that he left my room. I just stood there next to the door. I lifted my head a little and saw that Dr. Irwin was leaning against the wall in front of my room. He had a sympathetic look as he saw me. We stood like that for a few seconds before he sighed and turned to the direction Michael went.
"I'm fucking everything up.", I thought.
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Author's Note
Hello people! So...as you can see, I changed the picture of the story...I think it makes the fanfic look like it's of suspense or horror or wathever but it's not. I'm actually trying to do sort of a love story, okay? I don't want you guys to be confused.
Thanks for reading and voting :) you really don't know what it means to me.
