"What do we do with him? He's already attacked three nurses! It's inventible what could happen if one of the females was placed to treat him! I've worked here for thirteen years and never has someone frightened me as much as Mr.Irwin." Grace, the head nurse of pretty much everything said.
Call me a snoop, but as soon as I seen what happened with that boy and nurse Vickers, I've been suspicious about everyone's reactions toward it. Does anyone even know? Well, I'm guessing they do. I snuck out of my room to listen in on Grace and Wendy's conversation, one because they are the only two who would be in the office at 3:30 in the morning, and two, they know everything around this place. I sneak my head back around the corner and put my ear back to the door.
"I honestly don't know, grace. Anything could happen. The possibility is death, but they don't have much proof that he's done anything.. His records are clean as far as criminal charges go. The security cameras are swiped clean, no footage of what happened. Only way he could get out of here, is for proof to be shown.."
Proof. My mind flashed back to earlier events that happened.
"Oh, and beautiful, you seen nothing. If you were smart, you'd keep that pretty little mouth shut, wouldn't want you to end up like the last girl who tattled on me."
Reality smacked me in the face like cold wind. My eyes widened when I realized this guy is in here because he's killed people. He's got ways around this place, people here to help him. And if I even dare speak a word of what I saw, I'll be dead. Just like the others. I slowly backed away from the door, walking back down the corridor making my way to my room. As I'm passing a odd room that hasn't been slotted out to anybody in years, my feet stop in my tracts. Is this his room? One way to find out. The doors had little slide doors when some nurses reach in and out food. I plopped up onto my toes and peaked my eyes into the small window. What I saw wasn't nothing but ordinary. But what shocked me was he looked like a normal fucked up teenager with nothing left to do with his life but read. The black rimmed glasses he wore adorned his eyes, while each eye scrambled across each word, his forehead scrunched in concentration on what was going on in the book. I tipped my toes a little higher to get a better look of what he was reading. But as soon as I took a look, his glazing eyes met mine. Mine winded as adrenaline raced through my body. I dropped from my toes, and started to run to my room.
Once in my safe haven, I locked my door, closed my window hole, and hid my spare key. I stepped up into my bed, laying down and shutting my eyes. As sleep tried to take over, my heart refused. Left over adrenaline still running through my body. I shake my head, and flip to my side.
The time my eyes started to droop, a knock was at my door.
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Mental Suicide // a.i au
Fanfiction"What is depression like?" He whispered. "It's like drowning." "Except you can see everyone around you breathing."
