Aden lay face up on the cold, hard metal table staring at the sickeningly bright flourescent lights above him.
He switched his glance over to the large security officer standing by the door, then at the syringe he held tightly in his hand, probably full of a large strong dose of liquid seditives, and he felt a grin slowly creep across his lips.
He listened to his slow, even breathing until it was interrupted by a fit of coughs, and his name being called followed by instructions to sit down.
Instead of answering and obeying like he should have, he sat up and winked at the nurse who was making her way towards the door.
"Aden, i know you can hear me. Stop ignoring me, and do as i say." Dr. Smiths voice sounded authoritive and bossy, yet pleading.
Aden felt his grin grow wider as he turned around, crossed his arms, stared the doctor straight in the eye, and spoke for the first time in probably 3 weeks. Who knows. Time flies when you're locked up in a mental hospital.
"No." his voice came out exactly how you think it would. Small and quiet. It matched his figure. Short, pale, and skinny with dark hair and strange green eyes. A grade A white boy.
"You may stand then, i suppose." the doctors statement came out sounding more like a question.
"Good. I wasn't planning on doing anything but."
"So i guess this means-" another fit of coughs, "-that we're going to stare at eachother for an hour until you get bored and go back to staring at the celing?"
Aden snorted. "Guess so." he didn't tear his gaze away from the doctors blue green eyes the whole time.
"If i ask you a question, will you answer it?"
Huh. That's a first. Aden cleared his throat.
"Depends."
"Why did you do it?"
"It wasn't me." the three words slipped out of his mouth, dripping with venom.
His vision went black. His body started shaking and the last thing he felt-and heard-was it hitting the hard, icy linoleium floor with a dull thud.
Everything will now be in Aden's past.