Ok so I decided to do something weird, I'm writing an England Canada centric story. First time eva! If you squint, you can see hints of UKCan. Anyway, please enjoy my story and damn I make Ivan be so mean to Mattie when my favorite pairing is RusCan lol I've never written one, but if I did, I believe I would slaughter it to pieces OTL
First mother fucking chapter story I have written and ALL the chapters are written and done. I just new reviews to get me to publish them. At least two?
Don't own anything.
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Who Knew?
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Matthew laid his head on the cool glass, staring out outside, wishing he could go out today. That probably wouldn't happen thanks to that one guy, Ivan who decided it would be funny to try to escape even though he knew he would fail, just so he could get all of their outside privileges taken away. Matthew let out a small growl; that was the one thing he looked forward to everyday. He breathed on the glass and made a small circle and a then a frown inside of it. The door opened and inside came a nurse who gave him a disapproving look.
"You're not supposed to be by the window." Matthew turned away from the window and to the nurse, sending a glare.
"What a dumb rule, it's not hurting me any."
"It'll give you motivation to run away, like Ivan did."
"But I'm not Ivan! I'm not some cruel bastard who wants to make all of our lives here worse than it is." Matthew snapped. The nurse slammed down her clip board.
"Matthew Williams, you will not speak to me that way. Next time you do, you won't be privileged with a window." Matthew just rolled his eyes and turned back towards the window. Sure, he thought about running away, he didn't need to be here. The only reason he was here was because his father couldn't take losing his other son, Alfred. He always said that Matthew looked too much like Alfred. Then his father started accusing him that Matthew was wearing Alfred's old clothes and trying to act like him, to take his place. So here he was, in a psychiatric hospital, being treated for personality disorder.
They really had no proof that he acted like Alfred. His dad had a lot of money; he probably just couldn't take seeing Matthew so he paid the hospital to lie about his status so they could keep him there. His dad was a lawyer and he had seen this happen to others also and the one thing that depresses him is that, he'll never get out. He hit his head lightly against the glass- on accident mind you- when he put his head back onto it, it made a small thud.
The nurse, already pissed he was still by the window, suddenly grabbed him by the arm and led him out of the room and into the hallway. He knew where he was going, to the Head Office where when someone acted up, they would be sent there and then be given the 'proper punishment'. Matthew rolled his eyes, nothing proper about this place. He was roughly shoved into the room, the door slamming shut. The woman at the desk looked up, a frown tight on her face.
"What is it this time, Sarah?" She sighed out. Matthew got sent in a lot.
"He was banging against the window, obviously trying to break it so he could get out." Matthew wanted to defend himself but that never did any good. Well it did sometimes, but then when the nurse was out of the Head's eyes, she would be extra nasty to him, so he stayed quiet. "It's obvious behavior of his version of Alfred coming out. Alfred could never sit still." Matthew couldn't take it.
"You don't know my brother! I know what he was like; I spent most of my time with him, not you. I would know what he acted like." Matthew hissed out.
"Because you think you are Alfred!" Sarah snapped back. She turned back to the Head. "I think he should be given a room without windows, like Ivan." Matthew's eyes widened.
"But I wasn't trying to get out!" Matthew protested, Sarah opened her but the Head raised her hand in a sign for both of be quiet. Matthew waited to see what would become of him, if he won, the nurse would be nastier but if she won, well he would be without a window, his only way to get close to the outside.
"Matthew will be taken to room 103B, down the hall; one week." Matthew's shoulders slumped; the odds were against him anyway. He glared at the Head then at Sarah before being lead out of the room and down to his new room where he would be staying for the next week. This was almost better; at least he would get to eat. Sometimes Sarah would bring his food and she would claim that he refused to eat, getting him in more trouble. One time she didn't give him food for almost a week before they came, strapped him down and put a feeding tube down his throat. Matthew wasn't sure why Sarah hated him so much, he had done nothing to her.
Matthew walked into his new room. Pure white walls, bed, sheets, blanket, ceiling. Not an ounce of color in the room. He heard the door lock as he stood in the middle of the room; he looked up at the bright white light bulb that was hanging from the ceiling. He wanted to take a nap and would give anything if he could turn the light off like in his other room, but the light wouldn't go off unless Sarah turned it off. The last time he had asked, he learned quickly that he would never ask it again because she didn't turn the light back on for the whole week. He lay down on his bed and curled up into a ball, staring at the white wall. He was never getting out of there.