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Chapter 2

Rehab, what I can’t be. I’m not on drugs or alcohol! I sat up looking round the oh so clean room. It was white, why white, why not green or blue. Some thing a little les depressing and clean looking. It looked like a hospital I guess, but there wasn’t lots of machinery. There was a bed up against the wall with a worn down wooden chest of draws next to it. On them was a clean set off clothes. White over all’s. White again, what is with these people! The door looked like a jail door, it was horrible. It was iron and heavy with many locks on and only a small sliding shaft to look out from. I could tell I wasn’t going to enjoy my time here. One of the four doctors left the room then returning with a tray full of food. I wouldn’t be surprised if the food was white to! He smiled and held the tray out me. I looked down at the WHITE mash potatoes. Okay I’m sick of the colour white already. Plus a wait for it, WHITE cup of water. The water wasn’t white obviously but the cup was. I took the tray slowly inspecting the food. Picking up the fork I poked it around the WHITE plate before taking a bit to eat. It taste safe. I then started eating it while the doctors stared at me. I looked up at them as I gulped the water down. The same doctor took my empty tray and left the room. “Right Gerard, I want you too get changed into those over all’s on top of the drawers and under the, should be some paper, if you require any thing like a notebook just write and give it to a passing member off staff, a doctor should be coming in later for a check up and a chat” one of the doctor said, his old wrinkled mouth twisting as he talked. He wrote a few things on a clip board and walked out. Soon followed by the other two doctors silently. As soon as they where gone I laid my head down on the pillow looking at the ceiling gathering my thoughts. Why am I here, surely I’d be in jail for Killing Mikey. I shrugged and sat up glancing at the white over all’s sat on the drawers. I guess I should do as he says.

An hour had passed before any one came in. I was nearly falling asleep when there was a light knock on the door. There was a pause. “Erm… come in?” I chimed as the door creaked open. A doctor much younger from all the rest stepped in. He didn’t look like the type to be a doctor either, he had a lip and nose piecing as well as many tattoos that could put any one to shame. He glanced up through his black shoulder length hair smiling. His smile was warm and friendly and gave me butterflies. “Hello Mr Way, I’m Doctor Iero, I will be keeping track of your progress through your stay here”
What, progress. I frowned as he sat down. In a chair by the drawers. “now, lets start with what happened” he said flipping a page over his .. white clip board. Wait, he wants me to tell him! Oh… we may be here a while. “I can’t!” I stated. The little bugger rolled his eyes at me.
“why?” he asked sofly noting some thing down,.
“because I don’t want to, not right now anyway”
“are ashamed?”
“of course I’m ashamed, I killed my own brother, who wouldn’t be!”
Who would kill there own brother?
“shut up! I said leave me alone!” I hissed making doctor Iero jump. He fumbled with his clip board before setting it down. “are you okay Mr Way?” he asked with slight fear in his voice. “I’m not a teacher, call me Gerard and no, I’m okay!” I sighed. He let a smile spread on his thing pink lips. Damn, my stomachs going weird here. “well, only if you call me Frank” Frank, Frank. I ran the name through my head a few times, it suited him.
How can a name suit some one?
‘ I though of a name that suits you, ass hole!’
I’m you stupid
“Get it out my head Frank!” I moaned resting my face in my palms. I looked up at his frowning face. “you hearing voices?” he asked. I nodded as he stood up. I watched him get a small torch out his pocket and come towards me. Holy crap, he’s gonna kill me! He knelt down in front of my looking at me. I looked down confused. “look up” he ordered. I slowly looked up as a blinding light was shone into my eyes. His fingers tugging at my eyelid. A strange electric current rushed through my skin, I shivered. “cold are we?” he asked smirking. I pulled my head away blushing slightly. I hid behind my all so helpful long fringe. “what are you hiding from? Plus why are blushing?” damn he’s good. I shrugged bringing my knees up to my chest rocking slightly. “don’t do that” frank sighed. “you’ll send your self into a trance” I let my legs fall back down as I laid on my side thinking. Not thinking off any thing in particular, just random thoughts swimming round my head like tiny fishes. Some accessional fishes swimming into my skull causing a dull pain. “you okay?” franked asked. “my head hurts” I mumbled. He noted that down too, what, do they note down every movement and thing I say here! Man, I gotta be careful. “you don’t look like a doctor” I murmured glancing at him. He looked more like… a tattoo artist, or even a musician. He smiled and chuckled. Who the hell chuckles these days! “I get that a lot actually” he smiled. “I like hearing about people’s problems, I dunno why, it’s just some thing I like, I’m quiet a nosey person, but most of the doctor’s here are very formal, I’m not, I wouldn’t like it” He is right, he looked quite chilled and friendly. Almost…. Good looking.
Well done, your developing a crush on your doctor!
I’M SO NOT! What do you want from me! I’m so glad this doctor couldn’t read my thoughts. “voices again?” damn. How does he do it.
“how?” I asked a rare smile tugging at my lips.
“your face was all 0__0”
“Oh….” Damn. He’s good. He smirked and stood up stretching revealing yet more tattoos on his stomach. My stomach did a little dance. God help me, I’ve never felt like this before, I’m confused. Maybe my little voice was right.