Behind The Mask

This is my first time writing in a while. And my first time ever writing fan fiction, but I thought I had a good idea that no one has used yet so I went for it. Please read and enjoy, and if you would be so kind as to leave a review then that would be great. I have big plans for this story and it will not be a short one. If you are willing to stick out the journey I promise you it will be worth it. Thank you and enjoy.

2:10am

Time as never really mattered to me. Especially in a hospital. And seeing as I have been considered a patient in one for what in now turning into 2 years straight. I really don't care for time. Nurses come in every hour or so to check vitals, even though I haven't had in problem in months. Then again if I actually told them there was no problem then maybe I could have saved some headache. But I don't really like sleep anyway, with the insomnia preventing a lot of it and then all the nightmares I have when I do sleep. I actually welcome the nurses intrusions.

3:29am

As I stay looking at the wall. I'm getting overly annoyed that the nursing staff is trying to strike up conversation when they come in, but they do that every night so why would tonight be any different. I don't talk to them because they don't care. The only one of them to care was Madison. So even if I wanted to talk to them, to get to know them, to get on friendly terms with them. I couldn't. I don't want to kill them too. I don't want to be responsible for their deaths too. I haven't talked to anyone in almost 6 months now. That's how long it's been. 6 months and 14 days since the car crash that took her life. It's my fault. It's always my fault.

4:50am

I'll do it... No more waiting around, no more thinking about what's going to happen. No more hiding away in this hospital. I've made up my mind. I'm sure my godfather would have preferred me coming to this conclusion about a year ago. But I'm sure he will be pleased to hear it all the same. He should be getting here any minute now. He normally makes it here about 5 in the morning, that way he can eat in the cafeteria and get "annoying paperwork" done in the beginning of the day so he can focus 100% on his patients. I respect him for that. He really loves being a doctor. I get up and grab my I.V. bag stand and start walking down the hall. My legs are a little stiff, and the part where it is connected to my skin pulls a little bit which causes it to hurt like hell. To any normal person this would feel slightly annoying. To me... It's murder. Thank you severe case of Fibromyalgia. Making me have unbearable pain since July 1994.

Oh well. Nothing can be done about it. The main thing to worry about now is what to say to the group of nurses that are all staring at me with a dumbstruck look on each and every one of their faces. Well, better get this over with.

"I'm sorry for not speaking to you all before. I was only just…thinking."

The nurse's just sit there in total shock and awe.

...

Well... Somebody say something...

...

Finally one of the nurses spoke:

"I-Its alright Andrew. We don't hold anything against you…but is there something you need…some reason for this sudden decision to talk to us."

"I would like to go to school again if at all possible. I am aware that particular card may not be in my hand anymore, or even if it is in the deck at all at this point in the game, but if by chance it is. Then I would like to place it on the table now if it is at all possible."

Suddenly, and before the nurses could answer. A man wearing a dark trench coat and a wide brimmed hat walked around the intersecting corner of the hall and asked a question.

"Why the sudden change of heart Andrew? I asked you if you wanted to go to school about 6 months ago and you refused to answer me. So why now?"

I found it a little surprising to hear the voice of my godfather, George, because like I said, I wasn't expecting him to be here for another 10 minutes, but its not really a shock that he is a little early to being early. However all the nurses don't feel the same way I do about it, because they all jumped out of their skin at once as he spoke. Even though the man was only a mere 20 feet away from them, they never knew he was there.

"I just told you I was thinking!" I said rather boldly.

Most people think I am bored of everyone around me, and that I think they are all stupid and not worth my time, and that's why I don't talk to them. That's not true though. I just don't show emotion. Not anymore. It's foreign to me.

"So…have you come to a decision about what you were thinking about." George asked.

"Yes, I plan on finishing my high school education, but to do that I need some…assistance… from you." I answered.

"Well, you know I'll help in any way I can, you've known this since day one, all you've ever had to do was ask…"