Please Kill Me 14
By: Sozuki
Authors Note: Sorry! ::Begs on Hands and Knees:: Please don't Kill Me! (::Looks at story title:: . . . . . )
Ryou's POV
Once we entered the building I wrinkled my nose in distaste. The place smelt of a hospital with too much medication. The smell of disinfectant could also be made out from the mass of overwhelming scents.
I could clearly see why most people were in here. Some of them were so skinny it seemed you could almost count every bone in there body, though most of the anorexics and bulimics wore baggy clothes that seemed 10X their size natural size. Others wore long sleeved shirts and they seemed normal, but I guess that must be one of the reasons why they are here. Self- mutilators, I could tell.
I glared at anybody who dared to look at me; I could hear them whispering.
Finally we got up to the information desk and Yami asked for an application.
Application?
Sounds like they're trying to sign me up for a magazine subscription or something.
They gave Yami two forms and he handed one to me. We all sat in some chairs and I looked for an escape. I was cornered. Shouldn't even have dared to hope.
I pouted.
This sucks.
I looked down at the application and sighed. Might as well. I've got no choice.
Application:
Patient Name: Bakura, Ryou
Reason for administration:
I paused.
Do they actually think that I will put down my 'problems' on paper for them to read and laugh about later? I'm not giving up THAT easily. They may have one the battle, but not the war. Might as well have some fun.
Reason for administration: Because I've ALWAYS wanted to come here. It's been a dream of mine for a while.
Date of Birth: September 2nd 1987
Age: I'm 16 you dumb ass! Do the calculations!
Allergies: Everything! 3
Security Number: 256793498
Parent(s) or Guardian(s) Name: Bakura and the Change of Heart! XP
Do they know of your administration?: Hell No.
By signing your name on the line below, you agree to let us help you and agree to our rules.
Ryou Bakura
I turned the page and looked at the last piece of information I have to fill in.
Emergency Card
Parents (Guardians) Names: Bakura
Home Number: 615-734-9231
Work Number: None
Cell Phone Number: 716-249-0182
FAX: None
Other: None
I held the forms up and smiled.
Looking around me, I saw that everybody was watching me intently as if to see if I'd jump up and run or do something rational.
Suddenly I was full of anger. Why are they dong this?
I was about to rip the forms in half when I'm interrupted from doing so when Yami stands up and gives his information to the lady behind the desk. The lady looked to be in her late 20s. She had wavy brown hair that came down just below her shoulders and bright blue eyes.
I glare at Yami as he walks back to the group.
Stupid bastard.
He talked a bit with the others before the lady behind the desk walked over.
"Bakura, Ryou?" She asked.
I stare at her blankly and for some reason I had the feeling that she knew which one of us sitting there was me.
"Yes, I would like you to follow me. I'll be showing you where your room is going to be for the time of your stay." She waits for me to stand, but I don't. They make this hard on me, I'll make it hard on them.
Then unexpectedly, she glares at me. "Listen here, I've dealt with people like you for almost 7 years and you don't want to find out what happens when you piss me off."
I let myself stare at her dumbly for a good 3 seconds before I glared and stood. Unwillingly I admit to myself that I had a spark of fear within me.
She started walking and I followed her though the archway, only stopping once to glare at my "friends", to a long hall with many rooms with no doors. Too the right was a staircase and to the left was an elevator. The white tiled floor of the hallway reflected the light that the ceiling sent toward it making the room brighter then it probably should have been. She turned to the staircase and started to ascend the stairs, I followed knowing that if I didn't I would be in for worse then if I did.
"My name is Lily by the way." She took a glance at the charts she had in her hand that I hadn't noticed before. "Your room number is 423 and you will be sharing so I don't want to hear any complaining." They had gone up 4 stories before Lily walked though the door leading to that floor. She started to lead me down a hall identical to the one of the first floor. "Your roommate is a continuous member and I wouldn't trust him if I were you. Sneaky little ass always sneaking in ad out of his room." She said the last part mostly to herself and stopped before room 423.
I walked into the room and looked around. The room was small and had no door just like all of the others in the building. Inside were two beds on opposite walls. On the left side, there were a couple of posters on the wall of bands and a reading lamp on a shelf that held books of different sizes. On the right side all there is was, besides the bed, were a reading lamp and a shelf for books. On the far wall, there was a single window in which I could see the sun setting indicating that it was about 7A.M.
"I take it this is my side of the prison?" I asked, gesturing to the right side of the room. Lily smiled sweetly.
"Why yes it is. Anyways," she continued, ignoring my glare. "You will have two days of rest before your first appointment with the psychologist. During these two days, you will have a tour around the building and campus. Also, you can have your friends or family members bring some things here for your stay. They will of course be searched though and checked for anything that might cause harm to you or other patients so don't even try to sneak stuff in. It won't work." She glared at me. I shrank back a bit . . . . but only a little.
I didn't say a word. I don't want to provoke her in anyway until I know more about her background. "The reason as to why you have TWO days is that one: you're going to need at least one day to have your friends and family drop stuff off here. And two . . . ." she looked me over once more, calculating me. "I can tell you're going to be staying here for a while so a tour might be a convenience."
She turned and I thought she was done so I sat on the bed. She was almost out of the door when she stopped and turned back around.
"I'll have your schedule posted up by your bed by tomorrow. Have a good nights sleep." She then left, leaving me to my own demise.
I looked around the room again. It was very plain. . . .very boring. Do I get phone privileges? Is there a decent library? Am I going to die of boredom before tomorrow even starts?
I glanced out the window and saw that the sun had completely set and I could only guess that the moon was rising. Couldn't see it though. I can see the stars though, and that's about it from the bed.
I walked over to the window and looked outside to see what I could see in the dark. All I could see was county side. Not a single house was in sight. That just figures. They strand the crazy people in the middle of no where so if they do escape, they would have to wonder aimlessly for days until they reached civilization. And before that would happen they would probably find you and drag you back to the prison that is Willow Creak.
A/N: Sorry it's not longer but at least it's an update! I told you guys before that I end the chapter where it sees fit. I don't even know how long I will type before I reach the best place to end it.
And this is seven-pages! Be proud!
P.S.: It's cool that they have that new edit thing for uploading new chapters/stories! But it won't let you put certain things on! . . . . oh well.