ᴏғғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ
Group therapy commenced. Dr Taylor stacked his fingers on his clipboard, turning his inquisitive stare on each of us.
"Good morning all of you. As this is the same group from before you may recognize each other."
I didn't recognize shit. Everyone looked like the generic person you would see walking in the street. A face you glance over; not worth your time.
"Have there been any developments that anyone would like to talk about?" His words were met with silence. "All right then–" Devin abruptly heaved with laughter. I started, my hand drifting to my inner wrist where my nails dug into the soft skin.
Dr Taylor's eyes flicked around, noticing the reactions of the group and began softly, "Devin, would you mind not doing that now? You're upsetting the other group members." His words fell on deaf ears and Devin continued hollering.
The image of the man burning appeared in mind and I pressed harder as anger filled me. My breath came heavy as I snapped up, sweeping my hands below me to pick up the fold-up chair and raised it above me. Clamor filled the room, Dr Taylor cried out for me to stop as I ran forward and pounded Devin to the floor.
Again and again until he was no longer moving. He had been silenced.
Two pairs of hands pulled me away from the caved in skull, dragging me to the center of the room where a stricken Dr Taylor stood. A snarl rolled from my lips, they shouldn't touch. I didn't want them to. I jerked my limbs out in a frenzy but the fingers tightened into a vice-like hold.
"Sir," One of the orderlies began weakly. "what do we do?"
Dr Taylor ran a hand down his face and looked towards the corpse, then me. His words were firm yet panicked coming out rushed as he spoke, "H-Have a blood test done! We may need to raise her medication — and find her nurse! Clean her up and put her in solitary!"
"But sir he's–"
"I don't care!" Taylor snapped. "Get the rest of the patients back to their rooms and have someone clean this up."
The two orderlies nodded with uncertainty, then brought me away.