Welcome back to my world! Haven't gotten many reviews…--; guess no one really likes this story. ::sigh:: if I don't get more reviews I'll get depressed and not write anymore! (yes…that is a threat…be afraid or something like that…stop laughing!) Hmm…well here's Chapter two! Since I started my new job I'm not sure how soon the other chapters are going to be up…::cries:: I'm never home anymore! Sorry if this chapter kind of sucks…I'm running on no sleep and no talent as well Well…here goes nothing.
Review Chapter One: We meet our 'hero' of the story…if you can call him that. Due to the fact he is in a mental hospital. But…hey…what's up with the weirdness of this place? Oh! A roommate?
~~~Start Chapter Two~~~
Everything he owned had just been put away. It was a little passed 6 o'clock, which meant it would be time for dinner. A small sneer passed over his features, as he plopped down on his bed, dinning with people was something Amadeus was not used to. In fact he hated when people looked at him. Just the thought of someone else's eyes staring at him made his skin begin to feel like it was melting away. Human contact was something Amadeus had never been too comfortable with.
The only real contact he had ever encountered was when his parents had hit him for stupid reasons. Or when they had brutally beaten him for real reasons; such as breaking one of the windows out of anger. His parents had never gotten in trouble for treating him the way they had.
His eyes trailed down to his arms where the sleeves were rolled up, small scars were all over his forearms. These scars where not self inflicted, however, Amadeus never saw a point in slicing his own skin open for the mere pleasure of pain. His mother had gotten angry with him one point in his life, long long ago.
"Stop…just…stop."
His eyes shut tightly and his hands made fists resting on his lap. His body had begun trembling, whether out of fear or anger his mind wasn't registering.
"I SAID STOP!"
His voice was loud and full of pain in the last statement. His arm was tingling and had a dull throbbing moving through it. His eyes opened and grew slightly wide at the sight of his hand piercing through one of the windowpanes next to his bed. Blood slowly dripped from his sliced hand and wrist, staining the glass that still remained standing. With a small hesitation he pulled his hand from the broken windowpane and examined it. Only a few spots had been deeply cut, others were minor slices.
With the thought of the word 'slice' he began to laugh. Not a happy laugh, and not his normal chuckle or snicker, this was an angry laugh. He was angry at the world, slicing was the very reason he had been locked away in hellholes like this in the first place.
Everyone thought he was insane, that he had tried to kill himself. Doctors had yelled at him for his so called 'self-pity'. Told him that if he kept this behavior up that the world would shun him away in the end. In actuality he had never hurt himself, the world had already shunned him, it threw him away before he even had a chance.
A dirty feeling began crawling through his skin, making it itch and burn. Suddenly wanting to rip his skin off he spun around coming face to face with a young man, slightly shorter in height than himself. He had bright blue eyes and they were staring at him, accusingly, studying him, and most of all…empty.
"Who the hell are you? Why are you here? Are you here to help me like everyone else? I don't want you here…get out!"
The blue eyed, dare he say, man was yelling at him. His eyes never leaving their empty state, staying locked with his own orange eyes. A slight blink and Amadeus became angry. Not only had his skin begun burning more intensely, but his eyes also felt like someone had stabbed them.
"It's none of your business why I'm here, or who I am. I'm not here to help you…I don't care about you. Stop staring at me!"
His voice began calm and slowly raised itself to a low shout. Neither of the males moved from their spot, both as stubborn as the other. Amadeus took the opportunity to study the invader, who he had figured out by now, was his roommate.
The other male had blonde hair that was spiked up in random positions. He was skinny and had pasty white skin. He wore a dark blue, long sleeved shirt, and normal blue jeans. On his feet were slippers, and in his hand he held a magazine. Amadeus made a face noticing the other was staring at him.
"I'm wondering if you have an eye problem that you might need fixed?"
Amadeus walked towards the small bathroom at that time, moving to wash his bloody hand off and hopefully find some kind of bandaging. He closed the bathroom door so that his skin could finally stop bubbling and feeling as if it were going to melt off. After about 10 minutes his hand was bandaged in the tattered remains of an old, white, t-shirt. He stepped out of the bathroom to find his roommate sitting on his bed calmly, hands folded on his lap and looking down at the floor. A small glare and Amadeus walked to his bed looking at the broken window, shaking his head.
"My name's Strife, Cloud Strife. I still don't want you here but looks like I don't have a choice. What's your name?"
Amadeus looked over his shoulder at Cloud, or so he was called. With a shrug he grabbed his pillow and shoved it into the broken window. With a satisfied glance he turned and faced Cloud, then sat on his own bed.
"Amadeus Juvenil…since we're stuck with each other you can call me AJ. I want to be here as much as you want me here."
Cloud looked up and gave and small nod at AJ. A mutual agreement was exchanged without really being spoken, or actually agreed to.
"Amadeus, Cloud it's 7 o'clock, get down to the cafeteria for dinner."
The familiar woman's voice sounded from behind the door, followed by the clicking of heels against the hallway floor.
Cloud was the first to stand, and looked down at AJ raising an elegant eyebrow.
"If you don't go of your own will they drag you down there…so I suggest heading down there now."
Without another word Cloud walked out the door his slippers scrapping against the floor. AJ sighed and stood from his previous seated position. He began his trek towards the cafeteria, stuffing his hand in his pocket so he didn't raise any suspicions.
~~~End Chapter Two~~~
Preview Next Chapter: Now we discover who exactly Cloud is. Why is here there, and who is this Dr. Hojo that is going to be seeing AJ every day? Sleeping pills…this hospital really bites doesn't it AJ?
A/N: Ah --; I'm semi disappointed with this chapter…but that's ok. Hope you guys like it! Please review ! Suggestions…ANYTHING…alright, I'll go now and let you have your fun reading all those other…more interesting stories! Until next time ::bows::