Somewhere in the open fields of Padel, Ireland was a huge white building. It stood out amongst the low cut green grass and could be seen from miles away. The closest thing to it was an apple farm a few hundred miles off.
There was a large steel gate that went around the perimeter of the building. People were always seen going in but never out.
There were two white generic minivans parked in the 'O' shaped driveway.
The front doors of one of the vans opened and two men in white got out from either side. One of them opened the back doors as the other one went inside to retrieve the new patient.
The boy, no younger than 16, had short blond locks that curled at the tips and navy blue eyes. His skin was pale and his lips a soft pink. He was tall for his age, had a slim build and on any other day, a bright smile that revealed his pearly white teeth. But the boy wasn't smiling today.
Anyone would've been able to tell that he didn't belong in that white straitjacket. That he didn't belong in those dimly lit hallways that smelt faintly of antibacterial hand wash. That he didn't belong in that white padded cell. But there he was.
He said nothing when he passed by a nurse and his patient who was shouting at the top of her lungs. Not even when she lunged at him, wild green eyes staring into his, black, untamed hair grazing his face and muttered "Fresh meat."
She was taken away immediately but the boy could still faintly hear her yelling "Fresh meat!" in the distance.
The boy didn't belong there. That much he knew. He wasn't like the rest of them. He wasn't insane. He didn't have that look in his eyes that that girl did. The wild streak that told someone you had lost it. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.
Alister St Claire, that's what they had called him. Alister.
"Alister." He mumbled quietly, testing the sound of the name on his tongue. "Alister."
He didn't know how long he sat there, staring at the padded wall in front of him before the door buzzed open and a nurse stepped in. She was a short, petite women even with her 4-inch heels. Her baby blue eyes were sparkling and she smiled as though the screaming of a patient nearby did not bother her. Her nurses uniform was white, complete with a small hat that has a red cross on it, resting on her black tied back hair.
"Good afternoon Alister." She greeted brightly. "It's your recess time."
Alister stared up at her blankly.
"I'm not mad." He insisted, pushing away the sick feeling that resided in his stomach. You wouldn't be in a padded cell if you weren't.
The nurse blinked several times as if she wasn't used to having patients who were able to form sentences. Her look of uncertainty was replaced by a well-rehearsed smile.
"Of course you're not Alister." She replied as he stood up. "You're just here on a little holiday. You'll be back home before you know it!"
She smiled again as she ushered him out of the room. "St Bridges is full of interesting people. I'm sure you'll fit right in!"
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A/N
Hello! So I just thought of this book and I was like why not?? I hope you like the chapter though! Vote and comment on your thoughts. Do you like it so far?? Should I continue? I would really appreciate some feedback.
P.s if you haven't already figured out, Padel is a made up place. :D.
-Claude
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