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He moved the mini carrots around on his plate with a plastic fork thoughtfully. Around him other patients ate their dinner, the quietness of the room making the television hanging from the wall seem louder. It was the first quiet moment all day. Earlier there had been a screeching patient who screamed for hours about furry monsters in the basement.
It was the first chance he had gotten to think. Too really think. His mind was terribly befuddled. When he had first woken up yesterday, he was so sure about him being Robbie, and all the memories that came with that name. Now he wasn't certain. Memories were coming back to him – memories of being here at Happy Smiles Mental Hospital. They were fuzzy and mixing with the Robbie memories.
A chair scrapping across the floor made him look, his eyes locking with furious blue irises. Megan…Jade? He wasn't really sure anymore. The girl said not a word as she took a seat across from him leaning back in the chair her arms crossing over her chest and regarded him with a blank stare. Her hair hung limply over her face like a curtain.
"What's going on?" She finally said her voice low as she leaned towards him. "Please tell me you remember you're Robbie and I'm Jade."
Robbie wasn't really sure why she was whispering. There wasn't anyone around who cares anyway. "I'm not really sure…"
"How aren't you sure?" Jade growled the annoyance clear on her face. "You remember Hollywood Arts right? Andre, Tori, Cat, Beck, Sikowitz…" Her voice was becoming a little frantic, "Your stupid puppet?"
Robbie bit his lip his eyebrows lowering; of course he remembered all of that. "Yeah I remember but…"
"We need to get out of here." The girl interrupted. "I tried already but everything was locked up and guarded." He really wasn't listening to her instead his eyes lingered on the burn mark on her exposed arm and she noticed. She quickly pulled the brown pajama sleeve over it.
"I'm sorry about you scar…"
She angrily scowled at him. "We need to find a way out of here." She repeated.
"Gabe, may I speak to you?" They both turned to find Dr. Limburg walking towards them. "I think I have a few things to explain." The man ignored Jade's glare.
"Can't you see we're talking here?" The girl asked.
"I see that Megan, but I need Gabe for a few minutes." The man said calmly turning back to Robbie. "Gabe it's up to you."
Robbie nodded and stood giving Jade an apologetic frown. He had to find out what was going on. Clear his brain of false things.
The girl huffed and disbelief and crossed her arms angrily.
Robbie followed Dr. Limburg back through the quiet halls. A large window in the hall told him it was already night. Finally they entered an office, with a large brown classic looking desk and wall mounted book shelves filled with hundreds of books. The room was lighted by only a tall lamp in the far corner which gave the room plenty of light.
"Have a seat, Gabe." The man motioned for a leather chair before taking his own seat behind the brown desk. He quickly began shifting through a mountain of folders and papers on his desk, while Robbie took a cautious seat. Finally the man pulled out a thick manila folder he handed it over to Robbie. "There you go."
Robbie opened the folder which had the name Gabe on the tab. Robbie reached up for his glasses only to discover they were gone. He had just noticed their absence. He was surprised to see a picture of a younger him standing beside an unchanged looking Dr. Limburg. He was grinning like a mad man in front of a birthday cake.
"That was taken about a year after you got here." Dr. Limburg explained. "You were always a very cooperate and well behaved patient who was always eager to please. Yes, you had your issues, if you didn't you wouldn't be here. Though you were always very well behaved and had a strong relationship with everyone on staff." The man rubbed his temples. "Then when you were ten, Megan came and you changed. You and she became inseparable which is a good thing that a boy as shy as you could make a friend. Though Megan hasn't always been the best role model for you… she is extremely manipulative and self-centered, and has very violent outburst. Her father sent her here when she gutted a neighbor's cat with a pair of scissors because of her need to see it bleed. She began filling your head with ideas of escape and rebellion. Her delusions spilled over to you, if I could send her to another hospital I would."
Robbie was silent as he looked at a picture of him and a little girl who looked a lot like a certain someone. He was a little a taken back at how real both pictures looked.
"Why am I here?" Robbie finally said looking up. He was having a hard time believing any of this and a hard time not believing it.
"You have a number of different anxiety disorders, dependent, and bi-polar. A long list of problems is attached to your name. You've been your meds for a while now and had all that under control until recently when Megan talked you into not complying with rules and quit taking them." Dr. Limburg explained.
Robbie bit his lip in thought. He looked up again when he heard Dr. Limburg pull out a few bottles of pills taking a few out of each bottle and into a clear cup. He handed the cup over to Robbie. "Take your meds, Gabe. They helped yesterday, right? You're a little less confused today, right? All that confusion and headaches you're having is because you haven't been taking your meds correctly."
Robbie hesitated for good reason. "What about my memories? I remember Hollywood arts… I remember my friends there and my family."
The man smiled at him kindly and calmly. "You and Megan are always coming up silly fantasy games. You two always come up with stories about going to high school, particularly a performing arts school because Megan has always wanted to be a singer. It was more than likely simply one of your overly imaginative ideas."
Robbie had nothing to say to that and his eyes fell on the cup of pills again. He had a horrible headache.
"Go ahead, Gabe." The man pushed the cup towards him. He reached under his desk brining out a bottle of water. He handed over to Robbie.
Robbie after a while couldn't bare his headache any longer and swallowed the cup of pills and water.
Robbie hadn't returned by the time it was time for bed and she was forced to go back to that overly bright room, with its one way mirror and never dimming lights. If the girl had planned on sleeping it would have been impossible.
Robbie had been acting weird. Weirder then he normally acts… He obviously remembered her the way she remembered her, but he was acting like he was fighting with that idea.
She made faces in the mirror for a while hoping to annoying anyone on the other side, but gave up after realizing how ridiculous she looked. Instead she had decided to settle on simply glaring at nothing, while thinking of ways to escape.
Her mind began to wonder from that line of thought however and focused more on why she was here to begin with, and why they were calling her Megan. She could have believed her dad had finally gotten his wish and sent her away to some crazy farm… but it wouldn't explain the why they were calling and Megan and why Robbie was also here and being called Gabe.
After dinner they had handed out clear cups filled with pills and watched carefully as everyone took them. She hadn't, and proof were the five various colored pills shoved into her bra. She had to find a way to get rid of them before they find out they were there and forced feed them to her. There was no way she was going to take random pills just because they told her too. Whatever they had given her earlier, when that woman gave her a shot, already had her feeling drugged. Everything was clearer, sharper, louder, and brighter. A pain filled moan drifted through her room, faint and barely audible. It was enough to get her to look up from her scared arm and look around the room. She heard it again and slowly got off the bed, the chilly floor sending tingles up her bare feet.
The moaning was coming from a vent in the corner of the room mounted on the floor. It was no bigger than a toddler's shoe box and was painted white. Closer now she could hear more moans and rough screams filtering through the vent, faintly. This intrigued her more than frightened her.
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