A/N: Fuck, it's been a while. Eh... I just decided to do a short chapter to maybe... Well... idk.
Sinister Haven
Chapter Seven
John stands in his room in a spot he hasn't moved from in days. His racing thoughts were driving him mad.
He needed to see one of his friends, he did not care who, he just needed to see them; due to his recent outburst, he wouldn't be seeing anyone other than the nurses and Doctor Scratch for a few months. It was extremely frustrating, since they were driving him to such outbursts.
Don't get him wrong, he wished he'd kept his 'ideas' to himself so they didn't have to be in this situation- growing up, going places, getting ready to graduate… and falling in love. John regrets ruining the lives they all could have had. All they had left was each other, and sometimes, that wasn't enough.
"Mr. Egbert…"
John falls to his knees, trying his best to not have an emotional breakdown. It was too hard to live day in and day out in this forsaken place. "Scratch… please… I need to see them… one of them… please, I'm begging you. I'll behave myself, I promise… just… just, please, let me at least talk to them, even it's outside the door, I don't care…" he quietly sobs, apologizing through rough gasps.
"John… I'm sorry, but I can't do that…"
"Please… please, let me talk to Dave or Rose or my sister… please!" He lets his sobs become audible.
"You brought this upon yourself, John. You have done this to you and your friends and you can't undo it," Doc says harshly, "The blame falls on you and you alone."
John feels all his emotion surge and rage at him all at the same time, threatening to consume his very being. He wanted to lash out, but that would only put him into deeper trouble. "Please! Please, Doctor Scratch!" he sobs, his straight jacket feeling tighter than usual. "Everyday it's the same goddamn thing with you! 'John, it's your fault, it all you, you brought this upon yourself...blah, blah, blah'! I can't fucking stand it!"
"As I have stated previously, John... You bring all of this misfortune on yourself. One day... you will learn of how true my words are, and when that day arrives... you will wish you had listened to me all along."
He feels so much anger bursting from him that he feels as though he might pass out. "You're fucking sick," he says through clinched teeth, "You don't fucking know me, either."
One of the faintest of smiles edges up the Doc's lips. "Oh, John..." he sighs, "I know you better than you know yourself, dear boy."
