Lecile pulled her hair into a long ponytail. She had just gotten a call from her work telling her she needed to come in for a couple of hours because they had just gotten in a new patient. Lecile had worked at a psych ward for several years now. She couldn't say she particularly enjoyed her job much but, it put clothes on her body and food in her mouth, right? She tapped on her grey sneakers and pulled a jacket on over her scrubs. Walking outside she made sure to lock her door behind her. Her teeth clattered as she slammed her car door shut and put her key in the ignition. It was starting to get pretty cold out, she would be needing to wear a coat soon... She put her car into gear and pulled out of her driveway. Her boss had told her that the new patient was in there for murder. Lecile shivered at the though. They always stuck her with these kinds of people. As Lecile drove she tried to think of ways to convince them to let her switch patients, although she always tried this and it never worked. She pulled into the parking lot and sighed as she gazed up at the tall windowless building. The building had always scared her as a child, it actually still did. She closed her car door and hurried into the building. The automatic doors opened before her. The same screaming and crying that always filled the building reverberated through her eardrums. Her co-worker Angela hurried over to her wearing her extra small pink scrubs.
"Lecile your new person is in room 102, okay? Phillip told me to tell you because he's busy with a meeting."
"Kay Angela, thanks." She scurried away scribbling something on her clip board. Room 102 huh? That's one of the padded rooms. Great... Lecile walked sluggishly out of the elevator to the second floor and stood infront of said room. Not a sound was heard. She pulled her ID card out of her pocket and swiped it into the card slot for the door. A quiet click was heard. She twisted the handle and peaked her head in. She looked around the room, nobody was on the bed. She saw a body huddled in the furthest corner of the room. It was a man. She walked in and closed the door behind her. She would be safe, he was in a straight jacket. His head was leaning against the wall and he had his eyes closed. Large dark purple circles were under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in weeks. His face was relaxed, fairly handsome looking too.
"Hello..." She looked down at her clip board, "Mr. Matthews is it?" He nodded his head not even looking at her. She started to read up on the details about him when she saw he wasn't about to start talking. He had just gotten in here about two hours ago. He was in here for murder, the murder of his sister to be exact. She shivered as she read on. He had also killed his mother, and he had raped his sister before killing her. He had carved his name into both of their foreheads after killing them. The neighbors had heard their screams before they were killed and had called 911. The police had have 5 people hold him down so they could cuff him. He had screamed about voices and how they made him murder his family. He seemed so calm though. She gulped and saw that he was staring at her. Very intently at that. His eyes were a ghastly almost purple color. Lecile took a step back. He placed his forehead into the crook of his knees.
"You look like my sister..." He muttered lightly. His voice was rough, he was crying. She took another step back, she was terrified now.
"M-mr. Matthews d-do feel any pain? Do y-you need me to give you any pain killers?" Lecile stammered. He lifted his face from his legs and started to shimmy his back up the wall. He was starting to stand. Lecile backed away quickly, he stood about over six feet tall! He shook his head.
"They say I'm not allowed to have pain killers. They say it's best if I suffer, if everyone suffers. Pain is the best medicine." Tears still streamed down his face.
"Who says that?" Lecile asked quietly, the nurses certainly wouldn't have said that. He looked her straight in the eyes.
"The voices." He replied almost as if he was telling her the weather. Lecile stood frozen to the ground as he came closer. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck.
"Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca..." He murmured over and over again. Lecile knew from her papers that Rebecca was his sister's name. Fear coarsed through her veins. Should she push him away? Thinking for a second she opted that he wouldn't be able to do anything to her. She slowly pushed him away, his purple eyes gazed at her sadly. He backed away to his original position against the wall. He buried his face into his knees and sobbed lightly, his shoulders shook. She knew she shouldn't feel anything but her heart ached slightly for him. Lecile lifted her clip board and scribbled down the details of what had happened. It looked like he was going to be on a heavy dose of Prozac. She clicked the button on her pager to tell the other nurses it was time for his medicine. Her steps were almost hurried enough to be a run as she headed towards the door. She only glanced back long enough to see his tear stained face staring at her sadly. Two male nurses rushed in behind her pushing a small cart with water and medicine on top of it. A loud scream was heard followed by the nurses' shouting and low growls most likely coming from Matthews. Lecile shivered and broke into a sprint down the hallway.