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Who Knew?
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Matthew sat up, it had been two weeks now since he was let out of the White Room, it's what everyone in the place called it, well, when he actually got to socialize anyone past Sarah. Another thing, whenever it was time to go to the Commons Room, Sarah wouldn't get him and just say that Matthew refused to come out of his room, he would get in a lot of trouble for it. One time the Head was so angry they put him in solitary confinement, using sensory deprivation.
They used sensory deprivation a lot. It was supposed to help you coax out of whatever you're going through but it's really just a brainwashing and torture program that put you through when they get stressed enough. That's the one that Matthew hated the most, it was when they made him actually think he was Alfred, they would catch it on video as he was acting like his brother, then he would be committed 10 more years. He had been there since he was ten, he was supposed to be in for three but they soon made him full time, he was never going to be able to leave. He was now twenty-one.
He stared up at his ceiling, then over to the clock, cased in bullet proof glass. It was ten after five; he was supposed to be in the Commons at five. He sighed loudly, "She's not gonna come get me again."
"Who is not going to come get you?" Matthew jerked his head towards the unfamiliar voice. Standing in front of his door was a man, about his height, had on a suit, messy blond hair, the biggest eyebrows he had ever seen, a clipboard in hand and he had a British accent. Matthew knew who this was, he was the inspector. The facility would hide all of their illegal things and actually treat their patients well.
It would be the best week, once a month, which the patient could ever hope to have there. But they were threatened if they ever told what was going on there, that they would be punished. Matthew did tell one of the inspectors but he was ignored, saying that he was lying and crazy. That was when he received his first sensory deprivation treatment.
"Uhm, nothing." Matthew said lamely. The inspector game him a look over, then around the room before scribbling down on the notepad. "My name is Dr. Arthur Kirkland, but you can just call me Arthur. So what's your name?" Matthew opened his mouth to speak but Sarah beat him to it.
"His name is Matthew Williams." Arthur gave the nurse a look.
"Thank you, but I would like Matthew here to answer the questions." The doctor wheeled in a tray and then took a stethoscope off of it. It was going to be a regular heath check. His weight was now being checked, it was the hospitals and it was always off, it gave what the doctors needed for their report. "Mrs. Sarah, your hospital needs a new scale, this one will not due, he is nowhere around the weight it tells me, please bring me a working one. " Sarah stared at him dumbfounded before nodding and leaving the room. Matthew sat on his bed, swinging his feet absentmindedly. The nurse soon came back with a working scale and it proved Matthew's real weight, it almost didn't reach 115. Arthur scribbled more words onto his note pad.
"Do you not eat, Matthew?"
"He refuses to eat." Arthur gave her an annoyed look.
"Miss, please. If I address you, you will speak, but right now I am talking to Matthew. If you continue to interrupt I will have you removed from the room." Sarah glared, and then crossed her arms, staying silent. Arthur nodded and turned to Matthew, "So you don't eat?"
"Uhm, sometimes I'm not hungry." Matthew whispered. He hated lying but if he told the truth, he would risk being put in confinement again. Arthur wrote more down then turned back to Sarah.
"I will be speaking to Matthew privately tomorrow; he seems to one of many of your patients who seem to lack good health. Thank you. I will see you tomorrow, Matthew." Once Arthur was out of the room, Sarah turned and glared at me, this was going to be a long night.
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Matthew didn't get any sleep that night. He was put in The White Room, with the lights on all night long and now he felt like passing out. He sat up just as the doors opened, Arthur walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He took the chair that was by the door and put it beside Matthew's bed; he sat down, laying his clip board on his lap. Looking up at Matthew he smiled a bit, making Matthew feel less tense.
"Hello, Matthew. You remember me from yesterday, correct?"
"Yes. Arthur was it?" The British man nodded.
"Yes, mind if I ask you a few questions? You have to be honest with me. I promise you that anything that you say, I will not repeat to anyone in this building. Understood?" Matthew nodded. "Very well, so how old are you Matthew?"
"Twenty- one years."
"When were you brought here?"
"My age? Ten." The large eyebrows rose high on his forehead.
"I see, so how have they treated you?"
Matthew hesitated, should he tell him? What if he told him and was get deprivation again? Arthur could see the war in Matthew's eyes. "Matthew, you can tell me anything, you can trust me." Matthew shook his head; Arthur gave him a confused look.
"No, things are fine. I'm being treated just fine." Arthur knitted his eyebrows together but scribbled down on his notepad.
"Ok, Matthew, I'm done. I'll be back to talk to you tomorrow." Matthew watched Arthur leave the room, both deep in thought.
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Arthur had generously turned off the lights that night but unfortunately, they weren't turned back on that morning. When Arthur came to talk to him, it was around two, so he would come around again at two, and gladly giving Matthew the light he wanted. Only it turned out that Arthur never showed up, nor Sarah. He lay down on his bed and for the first time in months, he cried.
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