His Savior // H.S. sequel

Chapter 2

My routine went along normally this morning: sitting up in bed was a head throb due to insomnia the night before, checkups with Dr. Thredson went smoothly, and the coffee was as blunt as usual.

One thing, though, my mother was supposed to see me during visitation but never showed up, she was a single widow with a mentally disfigured daughter so maybe that explains a little but she would usually do whatever she had to so that she could talk to me about getting better and that she's always "one phone call away". The thing about that was she wasn't a phone call away anymore, she was one step away from being the girl screaming in Sister Jude's office.

I knew that much.

Somehow I remember seeing something about this place somewhere, something that I think about everyday, only it was bits and pieces. When it was built, it served as the largest tuberculosis ward on the East Coast and something about a certain number patients died within it's walls-- that wasn't it though, there was something else, something that scared me so much I just blank out thinking about it, although, I didn't really want to know, it was one of those things where you know it's that bad.

It was a slow day and they minimize our usual activities we have during the week on Saturday so the only thing I really had to do left was sit in a couch in the common room and look out the same window I did everyday; that rusted up, fenced glass was as close as I got to fresh air and freedom.

Suddenly, I heard the push doors (strangely similar to a hospital's) to the common room swing open. Someone was being committed today by the looks of it-- two staff members, a nurse, and two sisters (one of them being Sister Jude) stood beside the doors while two doctors held someone by their arms. This wasn't a daily thing to happen but it wasn't unusual or alarming.

His face was what made me black out. I couldn't determine what it was but he was someone I'd been trying to avoid being reminded of; they induced me with so much medicine over the past few weeks since I was put in here that the only thing I remember from my past life was my mother and a little bit of my childhood. They made sure it was impossible for me to recall the reason as of why I became a patient or anything that happened that caused me to be schizophrenic or have personality disorder.

I woke up to a gentle massage on my shoulder. I fluttered my eyes open and saw Dr. Thredson smiling at me, "You blacked out in the common room," I realized my wrists were locked to the arms of a metal chair. "Why am I--" He interuppted me, "You know not to do anything stupid, don't you Delilah?" I looked at him confused, "Yes sir.." I decided the best thing was to not argue, no matter what questions I had, there was a bad feel in this place. He unlocked me from the chair and helped me stand by taking my hand in his.

He brushed his thumb lightly against my bottom lip and my heard fell to my stomach, I got the same feeling I did when I saw the boy earlier today, I was recognizing that feeling from somewhere in my head that I couldn't understand.

He smirked at me, followed by a soft chuckle. "Sweet girl," He began to speak seductively but someone harshly banged on his office door with a feel of something wrong, "Dr. Thredson!" The woman shouted from outside. I could see a little what she looked like through the blurry designed glass, she was a sister by the looks of her habit that she wore over her head, covering her hair. He grasped the door knob and unlocked it with a key he had in his pocket.

My eyebrows furrowed, why would he lock the door?

The door flew open, "Sister Mary Eunice? What's wrong?"

"The new boy, Kit. I need you to see this, right now." Was that the boy that I saw before I blacked out earlier?

She glanced over at me behind Dr. Thredson as if I had something to do with the situation, "I'll put her up, go to the Administrator's Office, quick, this is amazing."

((Photo is Delilah ♥ x))