James POV

A load buzzing sound went off on my side table beside my bed. It took me a moment to realize, that it was my alarm clock going off, telling me to get up for work. I groan while hitting the snooze button. I slowly get out of bed and make my way to the shower.

My thoughts wounder to what I might being doing at work today since we're getting new paitents in. Working at a Mental Hospital, what you do on a daily bases can change depending on what you were hired to do. I was hired to help take care of the people on level five. Those are the more surious cases. Levels one, two, and three are for the people who need to be there but just barely, so they do'nt stay very long.

Level four are for people who are a little worst then the other levels where as they need medication. Level five is for the people who are really dangerous, wheather it's to them selves or others, when they come to Rush Instatution, that's where they go.

I come out of the shower, getting ready for work I put on dark blue scrub pants with a bright white scrub top. Grab an apple quickly for breakfast seeing as I'm running a little late, grab my car keys then hurry out the door to work.

Upon entering the huge buliding that kind of looks like a jail, just with more color I get met with the one person I really didn't want to deal with today. Jett. He's a big pain in my ass.

"Looks like you finally decided to show up today Diamond." He said to me with a sneer, I just rolled my eyes at him then looked down at my watch.

" Lay off Stetson. Plus I'm only late by..." I pause to look at the time." Twenty minutes."

He rolled his eyes, " That could be the differance between life or death for the people here that are suicideal. Any way you got a new guy down the hall. He's really messed up, or so his mother says." He hands me a blue folder. " He's all yours." He said before walking away.

I open up the folder and look at all the information inside. It reads :

Paitents name : Kendall Donald Knight

Age: 17

Level : 5

Reason(s )for admition: Self Harm, Schizophrenia, Suspected drug abuse.

Room number : 106

Then it showed a picture of him paprclipped to the folder. And I gotta say, he's really handsome. Sunshine blonde hair, bright green eyes, and even though he's not smiling in the photo I'm sure it's nice. His skin pale like snow and his facial features soft. He looks so sad.

I give out a sigh as I make my way to room 106. I always feel nervous when meeting a someone new. I run a hand threw my soft brown hair then look at the door in front of me. 106. The numbers screwed onto the door. Finally, I turn the knob and enter the room to see the boy from the picture. Kendall. Across from him is an older women who must be his mother.

They both look up at me, the women gives me a small smile, all the while Kendall looks scared to death. Can't say I don't blame him.

Closeing the door behind me, I say to him in calm soft voice " Hi, you must be Kendall. I'm James and I'm going to be your care taker."

All he did was stare at me with those big green eyes, like if he stopped looking at me I'd come at him. Which is rule number one, never let them feel threatened. He nods his head still staring at me.

"Kendall sweetheart, you be a good boy for James okay. I have to go now and I'll see you later." His mother says to him before she gets up and leaves.

I take the seat across from him, slowly, so I don't freak him out. When I sit he tenses up a bit and looks at me with disapproving pulled his knees into his chest and hung on to them with his arms.

"So, Kendall what do you like to do in your spare time?" I ask him in the calm voice.

He takes a moment to think about what I had asked him then replies " I like to read, I guess." He tells me in a quiet voice just over a whisper.

I give him a sweet smile " Really ? Well we have a great libaray here." I tell him hoping to get him to talk more. But he just nods his head.

For the rest of the day he doesn't really say too much, except when he's telling the voices in his head to be quiet or leave him alone. Poor kid. He could use a friend. Maybe that's what I'll do. I'll try to get to know him better and try to become his friend.

But with the way things are looking, that's easier said then done.