When I walked into Dr. Smithson's office, she had a sour look on her face.

"Spencer, why are you late?" I ignored her and sat down in a chair.

"Spencer?" As I pulled my legs up next to my chest, I snapped back into reality.

"W-What? I didn't hear the question."

I felt kind of embarrassed to have to ask, but what if it was important?

Dr. Smithson looked at me weird and said, "I asked why you were late."

My thoughts went back to Tate. His blonde hair, his beautiful sharp cheek bones, he's gorgeous. I pondered whether I should tell Dr. Smithson about Tate. I didn't even realize what I was saying at first, until it sank in.

"I met someone."Dr. Smithson immediately looked surprised.

"A boy?" Her face was confused as usual, she was a complete idiot.

"Yeah, a boy. Tate Langdon is his name." I replied staring her down. Her face contorted into a stern stare.

"You need to stay away from that boy, Tate. You two are too much alike, and that can be bad in a hospital for mental illness."

Bad? How would meeting the love of my life in a mental hospital be bad? She was right, about us being alike. It's like he's different from everyone else in Elledey.

But one thing has been bothering me since I met Tate. How could such a normal seeming person end up in a mental hospital?

"So why is Tate here anyways?" I chirped up and pulled my feet out of the chair.

"He…uh, that's really none of your business." Dr. Smithson replied in discomfort.

If she is too upset to tell me, than he must have done something terrible.

I love terrible.

"Oh, come on, Dr. Smithson! I think I deserve to know who I'm dealing with here. He could be a total lunatic like Marie, and if you don't tell me, I wouldn't know until he snaps."I sat back flashing her my signature lop-sided smile and crossing my arms across my chest.

Marie was one of the most messed up kids in Elledey. She's only 14, but she's already a cold-blooded killer. Her parents abused her all of her life, and one night she finally had had enough. She murdered them both brutally in their sleep with an 8 inch knife. After she was done stabbing them to death, she called the police on herself. Rumor is that when they got there, she was laughing hysterically and playing in the blood on the floor.

I'm not sure if that's all true, because it sounds malicious, but I'm definitely not going to ask her myself.

It's terrible that she killed someone, but what if Tate killed someone?

What if he is a murder just like Marie, but worse?

What if he likes killing?

What if he wants to kill me?

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that, if you really want to know so bad, just ask Tate. If you two are 'friends' now, he might want to open up. Besides, our time is up." Dr. Smithson stood up and grabbed my hand to lead me out of the office.

As I walked down the hallway and toward the front desk, I noticed that the women who worked at the desk were nowhere to be seen.

Interesting

Looking around to make sure no one was watching me, I tip toed to the big grey filing cabinet. Bingo. I pulled on the handle lightly and the drawer swung out towards me. Dozens of file folders with name labels were packed into the drawer in alphabetical order.

My fingers walked across the tops of the folders searching for the Ls. Landford, Landon, Laneson, Langdon. I pulled it out quickly and shoved it under my shirt and sprinted down the hospital corridor to my room.

I quietly closed the door behind me, and pulled the folder out from under my t-shirt. I crawled up onto my bed and sat Indian-style.

I opened the folder labeled Langdon, Tate slowly. I laid the open folder on my bed in front of me and stared at it for a second.

A picture of Tate was paper-clipped to the top left corner of the front page. He looked like himself, but somehow different. In the picture, Tate seemed happy, almost. He didn't seem as dark and morbid as he does now.

Elledey does that to people.

I pulled the first page out and sat it on my leg.

Was I really about to read his medical file? Am I that worried about how he got in this hospital?

Before I could finish my train of thought, I heard a knock on my door.

"Spencer? Are you there?"

It's Tate. Why is he here so late? It's like 8:15 pm, doesn't he have something better to do?

"Tate? Is that you?"

I slowly got off my bed and folded up his folder. I slid it under my mattress and went to the door.

I opened the door slowly and Tate stepped in my room.

"Hello."

Cliffhanger! Okay, so just so you know, Spencer has not read enough of Tate's file to know why he's in Elledey. I will elaborate more on that in the next chapter, then hopefully explain why Spencer is in Elledey also.

I have had trouble getting reviews, so I don't know if that's because of all the people who don't have an account or if I'm just that terrible. I would like to thank WellMyDarling for being the only person reviewing this story. :)