Fransykes~ Locked in for life

As I walked down the hall I met lot of other patients who greeted me and looked at me with wide eyes. There was this one boy named Riley. He always hive fived me when we met. Riley told me that he looked at me like a big brother and was going to miss me when he went home. He was only 9, which made it even cuter. To be 9 he was extremely clever. I liked him a lot.

When I reached Kaitlin's room I saw her sitting on the bed still looking around. She seemed to be doing fine and nothing out of the usual was going on. That meant nothing but good things.

"Josh, give me a hand." I turned around to find the source of the voice. My coworker Kellin was trying to drag an unwilling patient to his room. The patient was one of the new since he was dressed in his normal clothing. Besides I had never seen him before.

I hurried over and grabbed the patients other arm and pushed him forward so he would walk. This patient was struggling a lot, but thankfully he was skinny as hell which made him easy to push. His room was luckily not a long walk.

When we all were in the room I ran to the door and closed it as fast as possible, so the other patients didn't mind him and felt like struggling too.

Kellin had sat him down on the bed and tried calming him down, something that seemed to be the hardest task off the day. 

I grabbed the folder with the documents about the boy from Kellin and started reading through it.

"Oliver Sykes, 21.

Drug abuse, smoking, alcohol problem, self-harm, suicidal (suicide attempt twice), anorexic, depressed."

As I finished reading I almost dropped the paper. Such a young age and so many problems already. Usually I never felt anything reading through their files. It's not like I didn't care, because I did. But I had to keep it professionally and make sure not to bond with any patients. If I did it would become difficult situations to handle and I might have to quit my job, and I rather not.

I looked over at Kellin. The boy was fighting hard against him. He started yelling at Kellin.

"Get lost! I'm not crazy! Let me go! You can't help anyways!" Kellin was small and fragile, I was scared he might become hurt, so I tried helping. 

"Calm down Oli, let's talk about it before we decide anything. Okay?" miraculous enough he listened and became completely silent and relaxed. Kellin just mouthed me a ' how did you do that'. I just shrugged my shoulders and focused on the boy.

"Why don't you think you need to be here?" I bent down so I was face to face to Oliver who sat on the bed. "I'm not talking before he removes his fat ass out of here." he pointed towards Kellin. I almost chased Kellin out when he didn't move at first. When he was gone the room fell silent, but the tension was completely gone.

"I did one bad thing, and next thing I know is this awful place." Oliver had an unreadable expression on his face.

"Tell me?" I looked into his gorgeous brown eyes. He just shook his head and focused on the wall behind me. There was a long pause before another word was said.

"I'm going to paint these walls with blood, white annoys me." Oliver ignored the question and looked everywhere but me.

"You stop bleeding today Oliver. No more self-harm fights or suicide attempts." He looked at me with a shocked expression. But it soon turned to an extremely scary look. He looked like he was going to rip my head off, but soon after he relaxed again.

"Only thing that stops right now is this silly talk about getting better, and suicide is never an option crap." He looked away again at the wall. I figured maybe trying to break down his walls carefully was the only way he would talk. It might be difficult to do and take very long, but that's what he needed right now.

"I got all day, and I'm not leaving before I get something out of you." I lay down on his bed and waited for his reaction. As soon as I made contact with him and came to close he shoot up from bed.

"Get out! I'm not here to be all girly and cry about all my shit in life."

He was acting scared and protective, and I figured I might as well leave. They always used to talk then.

"If you're going to be all childish about this then I can place you at the children section."

I stood up from the bed. But before anything could happen Oliver grabbed my arm. Was he ready to talk already? I turned and looked at his face. His eyes were full of emotions, but the emotion that shone through the most was fear.

Before I could say a thing, Oliver got a better grip of my arm and sliced my wrist open. It automatically started bleeding a lot. I can't said it panicked me much, I found it more calming.

Oliver smashed my wrist against the white wall and used it as a paint brush. 

"AM I STILL ACTING CHILDISH OR WHAT?" I nodded at him and earned my head smashing into the wall as well.

"LOOK! THE ANNOYING WHITE IS BLOOD RED NOW!"

The door opened and Kellin and some security guards ran in. The guards grabbed Oliver and held him back as he struggled to reach me. Kellin grabbed my hand and grasped as he saw what Oliver had done. I was starting to feel slightly dizzy and had to lie down. My body slid to the floor and Kellin still held onto me. I felt myself being lifted up and carried away. Last thing I heard was Oliver's distant yell. "I'M GOING TO MISS YOU JOSH!"