Pete's POV
"Im going to ask you again, okay? Listen carefully, can you tell me your name?"
I broke out in a fit of laughter, the shear sound of my hand viciously slapping against my leg was vibrating through the chair I was slumped on, I could feel it rippling through the cold metal beneath my bare legs. I began making noises to extend my show of hysteria, screams and whoops and chilling vibrations filled the otherwise painfully silent room.
The doctor remained quiet, watching carefully and taking notes of my behaviour every so often.
"You know that's good, you're funny. I like you." I roared, wiping tears from my eyes. But I saw no amusement is his eyes. I continued my charade and watched the doctors patience even grow thinner and thinner by the second. I clapped and screamed with joy to make the most out of a bad situation. Between gasps of air and streaming tears of laughter, I spoke. "The best part is," I paused and wiped my eyes again with a grin, "i've been here before."
I watched confusion spread across his features like a tidal wave on a stormy day. He seemed new, eager and ready to prove himself but he seemed to be fighting blind with little experience all at the same time. The pen in his hand was quaking and I wondered whether he was nervous of the situation or terrified of me.
"Could you explain, how have you been here before?" His voice flowed and performed calmly, not a hint of hesitation or fear. I grinned again knowingly and stood up, testing my boundaries as I picked up the chair and perched it 2 feet closer to the man who was questioning me, but again he showed no clear emotion. I sat back in the chair and leaned forward, barely a foot away from him.
"You're the doctor, you should know that." I smirked and cocked my head in a condescending fashion, "Or haven't you read my case notes, doctor? That would be quite unprofessional of you, doctor." I spat the word 'doctor' at his face wearing the same unreadable grin. Pulling back from my lean, I stood up once again, only this time the chair went crashing to the other side of the room and my laughs turned into flares of anger.
The doctor became noticeably flustered but still remained seated in his designated chair, "It's been two months Mr. Wentz, don't you think you should at least try and allow us to help you?" Fucking pitiful, I laughed again only this time louder than before. I screamed in laughter, I screeched and threw anything I could get my hands on but he still sat there acting completely unscathed by the environment he's been placed in.
We were surrounded by three blank walls, a locked door and a one-way mirror, behind the mirror stood officials ready to take me down with a shot of sedative but I knew they wouldn't intervene unless I physically hurt the man in the room. This room was my playground and people like that man were my toys, I play them, I use them and I break them. Not the other way around. I stared at the wall I knew was the one sided mirror and smiled before spitting harshly on the floor. "You tried, but I would highly prefer if you could leave now."
I heard the chair scrape against the floor behind me, "I have read your notes, I've read them numerous times," he paused but I didn't turn to face him, his voice seemed calm but almost disappointed, "I know you're a good man who has lost and misses a good friend, I know you want to find him and I know you feel lost without him, but before you can try to help him you really need to help yourself first." I stood rigid and heard the door click shut behind me. He had left and I was alone again.
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Something short but I have a new direction for this story, I've lost a lot of readers but I understand why.
-shesmywinona27