Chapter Two

Visitors

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I usually get a visit from someone at least once a week; usually it'll be Mr Dickinson, rarely one of the Bladebreakers of Blitzkrieg Boyz.

But, strange as it may seem, I enjoy their little visits, I sometimes feel like a walking diary of their feelings for people, like a few days ago Kenny came to visit.

He sat on the same chair Kathy does, he hasn't grown much and reminds me more and more of a mouse, and he doesn't wear a tie anymore but has now decided that colour is good, he's been spending too much time with Max in my opinion.

But anyway, Kenny came and sat down, I was sitting on my bed, reading a book one I'd found in the small library area of the recreation room.

But there Kenny sat in total silence, he moved in the seat awkwardly as if I'm suddenly about to produce a knife and kill him till he's beyond dead.

"Uh, Kai…how're you feeling?"

I shrug; I couldn't really care how I felt, but most people think knowing how someone felt was a good thing.

"I, I got the job, the one in Hong Kong"

I didn't look up; Kenny had been offered a research/Beyblade/computer job in Hong Kong two months ago and had asked me whether he should take it.

I was pleased that he got the job, he'd been so nervous about it, but he seemed alright now.

"I…I also heard that Tyson and Hilary are going out"

About time those two hooked up, I've been waiting for years to hear those words, I'd had Hilary and Tyson in here (separately) asking what they should do about what they felt for each other…I'm not their flippin' therapist.

"And huh, I've got a boyfriend"

I looked up from my book and raise an eyebrow; my suspicions are correct, alleluia! Kenny has finally found himself someone besides that laptop; the guy does have a life after all.

So you see the visits are interesting from the people I knew and know, but lately, they haven't been coming as often, its like they've suddenly forgotten me, I know they have their own lives and all but…I'm not dead yet.

There'd this girl that lives down the corridor three doors down, she'd probably I'd say seventeen, and never has she had a visitor, her names Angel.

I've never seen anyone enter Angel's room; actually I've never seen someone talk to her, not unless it's one of the staff.

But not the point.

Visits are like exciting if you haven't had one in really long time, but your first visit can be well, depressing, but…anyway…

Kathy is always encouraging more people to visit me, to 'rekindle' my interest in people; I'm not interested to tell the truth, not at all.

I haven't been doing what I've been told lately, like now; I'm supposed to be writing down what I think, what a feel, my hopes and dreams and all that other boring crap.

I'm not allowed to swear here, they treat you like children here, like I'm a five year old.

I remember during the first week I swore so much they sedated me and told me that if I didn't stop the drugs would be harder, plus I'd have to stay longer.

Kathy came in this morning and asked whether we could reschedule her appointment for tomorrow instead of later today and that we would have to swap my meditation time to tomorrow morning and swap that with my group session which would mean my exercise time would be shortened – I hate visits like that.

She looked tired today, like she's had it bad today, maybe it was Red, her boyfriend/staff member of the hospital.

Red is thirty years old, he's one of the heads, he does group with me, that's how they met, while they ere discussing me.

I don't really like or dislike Red.

She didn't really wait for an answer when she came knocking on my door but I don't really care.

In a few minutes a nurse will be in here like clockwork, she'll ask if I'm feeling ok, whether I'm cold and if I want the heating the up or down, she'll fold my clothes and pack them neatly in the drawer, she'll smile at me and say that I mustn't give Kathy a hard time…what hard time, she's the one who asks all the questions, she's the one who sits there writing in the silly notebook.

The door has opened, what did I tell you, like clockwork…

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TBC…

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