Chapter Three: Visitor

Next morning, I woke up in the exact same position I fell asleep. Which was the same exact position I was always on. I just sat there waiting for recess time. Three hours later, the damn bell finally rang. I followed the same routine I followed every damn day but that night it got different. The door opened sometime around 8: 00 P.M. and I saw Jake standing there.

"You got a visitor Paulo."

I twitched a little bit when I heard the name Paulo. I hated that name. Supposedly, I was Italian and I was the lonely child of two dead parents that died when I was one year old. But I still managed to turn my sight to Jake and stare at him with my eyes open wide.

"A visitor?" I asked.

"That's right. Some Harvard guy or something."

"Harvard?!"

"Yeah; you know 'im?"

"No…" I lied.

I wasn't gonna make the same mistake again and spill the beans to Jake again.

"Well then let's see what he wants. Hurry up; the staff reunion starts in fifteen minutes."

I was anxious to see the bastard reporter. He was the only suspect I had in the conspiracy to lock me up in that institute.

"Hello, Paulo." Harvard teasingly greeted.

He was my first visitor ever. The visitor room was real bitchy. There was a plastic glass in the center of the room that divided the room in half. It had one hole so that the visitor and the patient could speak to each other and their voices could be heard. In each half of the room there was a chair for each person. Harvard was already sitting in the left half and the right half was empty for me.

"Hey…" I replied, trying not to get too angry.

"It's been three weeks since you've been here. How do you feel?" He asked me.

"What happened with the story?" I asked without answering his question.

I didn't want my emotions to be seen by the guards at the camera room.

"It never got published."

"Why?"

"Somehow, a rival newspaper got it first."

"Oh come on, I'm not stupid. I've seen hundreds of papers and news channels showing the same news at the same time."

"Yes, but they don't say the exact same words and have the exact same details."

"Well how did a rival news source get it if it was a private conversation between you and me?"

"I…I don't know." Harvard answered as he shrugged.

I felt the anger flowing through my veins. My heart beating faster and faster. Boiling hot blood swimming throughout my body.

"You're…" I mumbled.

"What?"

"I know you're…"

"What? What is it Paulo?"

'Great…just what I needed! He called me Paulo!! I'm gonna bite that mother fucker's head off!!!!!!'

"You are… You're… I know you're… YOU'RE LYING!!!!!!! YOU SON OF A BITCH YOU'RE LYING!!!!!!! I'M GONNA FUCKING CRUSH YOUR EYEBALLS OUT YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I unleashed my wrath on him.

I even stood up and tried to choke him through the single hole on the glass. But right away, four armored security guards stormed the room with tazers and shocked me unconscious.

"Whe-where am I?" I asked when I woke up.

I saw everything blurry at first. But when the blur shook off, I saw that I was strapped with metal buckles to a big armchair. It was like an electric chair without the electric part—thankfully.

"Relax Mr. Viceroy." A voice said out of nowhere.

Amongst the white room, there was a speaker on the wall in front of me. I also had a microphone attached to the chair in front of my mouth so the man behind the speaker could hear me.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"I am Dr. Machal, Mr. Viceroy. I am the director of the National Institution of Mental Health and you are in a high security room."

"So why am I here?"

"We are processing a brain test we got from you when you were unconscious to see what your level of mental illness is and what changes we need to make so that you are less aggressive. In the meantime, we have to keep you here. But keep in mind, Mr. Viceroy, that next time you get aggressive in this institution; you will be kept in a room like this permanently until you show some progress."

I tried my best not to get aggressive that very moment. I closed my eyes to rest some more. I must've been tazered more times than I could remember. I let sleep consume me until that doctor woke me up with my brain test results…