Author's note: So I was watching the first episode of the season of supernatural and all of a sudden I thought, "I should write a supernatural fanfic!" Thus the idea for this story came into being. Any reviews are welcome. And by the way this is slash (guyxguy) so be warned, don't like it, don't read it. I think Sam and Dean will be in the next chapter but we're not quite there yet, I needed to set the stage.
P.S.- Credit goes to Gemini for the above message.
The room was in a state of complete darkness when she woke up. The woman sat up quickly and began to panic. She didn't know how she got where she was, she didn't even know where here was. But she had been unconscious, here, and that seemed to be a bad sign, so the woman tried to scream. She felt her vocal chords let go of a long wailing note but heard nothing. Nothingness echoed around her. The nothingness seemed to pulse and breath with silent life. It was suffocating, suddenly she couldn't breath. The woman gasped for breath anything. Anything, she would do anything for sweet loud noisy breath.
"You can have it. You can have it. You can have it." Shill needles scratched behind the woman's eyes as the silence was overtaken by the most horrible loudness.
"Please." She begged, she wouldn't fight anymore.
"Goddamit, I can't believe we have another one," A rent-a cop reclined in his standard desk chair and yawned loudly as he finished his sentence. The desk before him held a box of eight different black and white TV screens, doughnuts, and clutter. He had half an hour until the end of his shift and he considered himself done for the night. The security guard was referring to a patient who had been brought in earlier that night. She was displayed on the small blurry screen of the fifth TV (this TV was being neglected by the security guard just like the rest of the TVs.)
"Hmmm?" The younger of the two security guards barely moved when he hummed his question. He had a family to feed back home, he couldn't afford to slack off like his partner, so he leaned closer to the TV screens facing him, tonight he was watching the teenage ward of the metal health facility. The teens usually weren't as violent as the adults, but they were more prone to need midnight treatment, meaning if he slacked off he would be caught and lose his job.
The older spun his chair around detecting a possible conversation, "I can't believe we got another one. That lady that they brought in today, she's jus' the other eight. One days she's fine, has a family, has a life, she's perfectly normal, the next she's off her rocker screaming about crazy stuff. Its creepy, like they're possessed or something."
"What do you expect?" Was the snapped response, "You work at a mental health institution."
"I dunno, normal crazy people? Dr. Derk and his choice of crazies… fuckin' weird, you know?" But the other cop didn't know, he wasn't listening. One of the teenagers, a boy about seventeen, had sat up in bed and begun to scream. It wasn't unusual for patients to wake up screaming, or scream in their sleep, but he worried when patients did so, it could mean trouble for him.
It hadn't been the first time I woke up screaming. It wouldn't be the last. I don't know what dreams, well nightmares caused it; all I knew was that when I woke up screaming my mind was awake before my body. I could feel the sound being ripped from my core, I could feel the desperate ache as I ran out of oxygen, I could feel the mind boggling fear, but I was powerless to do anything about it. I would sit there or lie there until I had no more sound left in me and my body felt almost disconnected from myself until I could move again, upon
which I would usually curl into a ball and sob until I regained myself enough to get up and go about life. I don't know why I cried, it was like the aftermath of the scream. I figured what ever I dreamed about must be pretty bad, and maybe it was better that I didn't remember why I was screaming. Before I had to go into the mental institution, my… well its hard to put a label on Capricorn, I'll call him my guardian for arguments sake… would hold me until I stopped crying. It helped, and it was nice to have some one there to stop loneliness from being added to the pile of hurt. He asked me once what I dreamed about, but other than that we never talked about it. But here there was no one. It was like everyone here had part of themselves scoped out and replaced with pretend parts, at some point those parts stopped working, and that's why they were here. Sometimes I think I belong here. I think that maybe I just made up a bunch of crazy shit to feel like I had a purpose and now I'm being fixed. But crazy people don't know their crazy. Crazy people pretend parts stop working, mine haven't, not yet.
The last sound pushed its way from my mouth. My eyes were already watering when I curled into a ball and let sob wash over my body. The lock to my door clicked, it was a sound I'd come to listen for in the past week. "He must have woken up at some point, when he started screaming I paged you. I figured since he was new…" The voice, I figured it probably belonged to a security guard, was interrupted by another person's reassurance that the first voice had done fine. Dr. Newman stepped into the room and closed the door on the defensive security guard. He was on the night shift tonight. Dr. Derk was the head doctor but when he wasn't around Dr. Newman was in charge of the other doctors, not that there probably was more than one other doctor now, in the day there were more doctors.
"Anthony did you have a bad dream?" His questions were always very direct and to the point but he still was able to come off a compassionate person, a person whom could be trusted. I didn't respond, I was still sobbing and shaking uncontrollably, I usually stayed in this stage for a while. The doctor spoke again, his voice calming and soft, "It's late Anthony, I'll give you some medicine and we can talk about it tomorrow, ok?" He made it sound like a question about an instance where I had a choice, but I felt a needle slide into my arm before I had a chance to respond. The medicine was strong and exactly what I needed before I felt like I was disconnected from myself again before the needle was empty. The doctor laid me down. The door opening was the last muffled noise I heard.
