Mental

13 | s c r a p i n g

WARNING: I used Google Translate like the lazy human that I am. If the translations aren't accurate, my bad. It's not the end of the world. You're still breathing. Dorothy made it home from Oz. All is well. Enjoy. (:

"The past is always tense, but the future perfect."

— Zadie Smith

/ / e v e l y n / /

NAME: LOUIS TOMLINSON

AGE: 24

ETHNICITY: CAUCASIAN

HAIR COLOR: BROWN

EYE COLOR: BLUE

PARENTS: TROY AUSTIN, JOHANNAH POULSTON

REASON IN INSTITUTE: SUFFERS FROM HALLUCINATIONS; BRINGS HARM TO SELF AND OTHERS

I drop Louis' file on my desk and cover my face with my hands. None of his paperwork tells me what exact illness he's suffering from. It just tells me what I already know. My hands run down my face and I tilt my head to the side as I continue to flip through his file.

A yawn escapes my lips and I tug at a piece of my hair. After I found Blue last night and took him back to the apartment, I tried calling Joe to let him know. It turned out Joe left his phone in the apartment so I had to go look for him. An hour later, I found him and he was so happy to hear that Blue was back home. I was pissed. Joe should have taken his phone with him.

"Coffee?"

I glance up at the cup and smile, "Thanks, you're a life saver."

My hand reaches out for the cup and that's when I notice it is Niall. I immediately draw my hand back and I continue to flip through Louis' file. Niall sits the cup on my desk and sits down in the chair across from me.

"Aw, come on, Evelyn. You can't still be mad at me," he says, rolling his eyes with annoyance.

I throw him a look, "Get out of my office, Dr. Horan."

"Dr. Horan?"

"That's what I said."

He shakes his head, clearly not satisfied with my answer, "What ever happened to Niall?"

"Is there something you need, Dr. Horan?" I ask, imitating his emphasis.

"Evelyn," he frowns. "What's gotten into you?"

"Dr. Horan, I'm not going to tell you again to get out of my office." I hiss and smile as I tilt my head to the side. "Or do you want me to shock you out of here?"

He sighs, "Oh, you can't be serious! I didn't mean it when I said you should shock the answers out of Louis. I was kidding around with you, Evelyn. It was a joke for crying out loud! We all need a good laugh every now and then!"

I shake my head, "I obviously didn't find your joke very amusing."

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" He pushes the coffee closer to me. "I even bought you coffee this morning on my way in to work." I stare at the coffee cup and I am tempted to knock it over. "At least drink it instead of staring at it. I spent nearly five dollars on the damn thing."

I point a finger at him, "I don't care how much money you spent on this coffee. I'm not drinking it because I don't take things from people who are cruel like you." He scratches the top of his head and sighs. I'm relieved when he gets up and walks toward my office door. "You forgot the coffee."

He shakes his head and opens the door, "I know you want it so I'll just leave it."

I open my mouth to argue but he is already gone. I roll my eyes and flip through Louis' file some more. I flip to a page that has a picture of a house on it and my eyes widen.