"I think it's best if you stay for another week or two, honey." My mom looked at me, with reassuring eyes.

Of course, there was no use arguing. I hate hospitals…. the food here is horrible.

"It's a minor case of kidney infection, but it is recommended she stays for a bit longer to ensure it won't cause any serious diseases or worse, kidney failure." The young male doctor dragged on the same conversation we've been on for an hour. He was quite handsome actually – Dr Meyer.

I was having a slight pain below my stomach since last morning, at the left side, which turned out to be kidney infection. Nothing serious. Well, my mom didn't think so, as she was used to freaking out over the smallest things.

"But I'll miss a lot of school work…" was my attempt on changing her mind. I don't want to stay here.

"I'll call your teachers. I'm sure they'll understand and prepare work for you, okay?" my mom said, indicating there was no use to protest against it.

"Okay then! Everything is good." Dr Meyer gave a reassuring smile to my mom "We'll take good care of her, Mrs (last name), don't have any worries."

After she went through a whole list of things I should and shouldn't do and when she would come to visit, she finally left me in my small hospital room. St. Alexander Hospital and Psychiatric Specialist Center. Yeah, I was in a mental place, technically. As far as I know, the hospital consists of two giant buildings, front is the hospital, the back is the psychiatry. This was probably the only thing that made this place interesting. It's not like I'm stupid enough to go walk around there just 'cause I'm bored, but I've never really been in a place like that, nor have I really seen somebody who has been in a place like that. But you know, that makes the whole thing mysterious in a way.

Dr Handsome was talking with a nurse next to my door, and then turned to me. " (y/n) don't be shy to ask for anything. There's a switch on the wall to call for a nurse. You're free to go in the cafeteria, walk around, except of going in patient's rooms. You're not in any contagious or serious condition, so it should be okay." I nodded and reached to grab my bag.

"Oh and I almost forgot" he continued "You must know that there's a psychiatric ward in the building at the back of the hospital. Make sure to stay out of there. Some of the patients are in serious mental condition, we've had accidents."

Well, fuck. Nice way to make me feel comfortable. He saw my worried expression and smiled " Oh no! I don't mean to scare you. I just want to make sure you'll be careful."

"Yeah, yeah I will." I nodded, feeling slightly on edge after the weird conversation.

I sighed and walked out of the door to the cafeteria.

So yeah, the food wasn't the best, but it was edible. I was walking back to my room when I heard a scream and saw a really loud crowd gathering in my way. When I walked over I saw two security guards pinning somebody on the ground, a guy with messy, shoulder length black hair. I couldn't see his face, because well, he was face down on the floor.

I asked a nurse next to me what was going on. "Oh, this is nothing new. This boy here, Jeffrey, has been causing trouble since he came when he was fourteen. He's seventeen now, I think."

So that's what the doctor meant by "accidents". I nodded and asked "What's wrong with him? Is he from the psychiatric ward?"

The nurse nodded. His shoulders were shaking by his frantic laughter, which was echoing through the cold, hospital corridors. The security brought him up by his arms, and then I saw his face.

He was definitely a mental case.

He had bloody wounds across his mouth, running up his cheeks, an obvious attempt to carve a smile. It quite fitted his expression, actually. His eyes were wide and a pale blue color, the lids replaced with ashy black. It was like his face was taking from a horror movie, there was something about him… like he wasn't even human. Was this self-inflicted?

"I'll kill ALL OF YOU, fuckers! You all should go to sleep!" He shouted while laughing like a maniac.

His words terrified me, mostly because he seemed actually capable of doing it. You know what; I don't think I'm curious about the mental place anymore. Might as well just go to my room and stay there until my mom comes.

I wanted to go unnoticed by him, but as if reading my intentions, his head snapped in my direction. He stopped laughing.

"Should I visit you next time?..." He quietly said with a smile.

I couldn't speak, I could only stay still, while thinking of this crazy guy sneaking into my hospital room at night and trying to make my face like his.

"What's with that face? … Don't be scared… I'll make it fast. Unless you prefer it another way." His smile widened, stretching the wounds on his cheeks.

The security guards told him to shut up, and took him back through the double doors, which supposedly separated the hospitals.
OK. I'm fucked. This situation can't get any worse. Oh wait, it CAN. If this crazy guy can break inside this building, he could possibly break inside my room. This increases the chances of me getting murdered by a psycho.

I went back to my room, dreading the rest of my days in this place.