Chapter 5: Nosebleed

I woke up with a nosebleed and the person that normally was besides me was gone.

I look at the clock, 11:30 pm…Tuesday. I had been asleep…for two days?

It's amazing how time flies when you're in agonizing pain.

Now I'm starting to think that I may never get a chance to actually live my life out fully, since I still can't even think straight, and I think I need to just pour out my heart to you as fast and as quick and possible before I die.

Death…how fitting.

And by the aching feeling in my heart I'm sure that it's pretty damn close.

Not close enough…

So you say…

I'm arguing with myself.

I think there's something…ahhh.

Marco hopped into Dylan's car and smiled, pulling out his necklace and showing it off. "It's inscribed to you, a piece for me and a piece for you" He ripped the heart in half, "It's the best I could afford at the moment"

Dylan smiled and replied with a quick peck on the lips before swooping the necklace up and putting it around his neck," I love it babe". He smiled, shifting gears and turning a corner," But I need to ask you a question first"

"A question?" Marco questioned," What would that be? Are you finally pledging your eternal love for me?"

"No, actually, I was worrying about that boy…the one that Ellie is friends with" Dylan said, making a right turn.

"Sean?" Marco asked.

Dylan shook his head," No, the pale one"

"Elliot?" Marco asked as Dylan nodded his head," It was the weirdest thing, he was like…in the middle of the street. I almost ran him over" Dylan ran a hand through his hair," Like I said it was weird"

"No wonder Ellie didn't want to come" Marco sighed out," She's probably being his keeper again. Don't worry; Elliot's just another Goth boy under Ellie's wing. I hope that wasn't the question that you were going to ask me"

"Sadly yes" Dylan said as he placed a quick kiss on Marco's cheek," But the night has just begun, I promise, this will be a night that you'll never forget"

Marco sighed and pulled back his hair from his eyes," Babe, I pretty sure that it will be"

Ellie sat in the chair next to me, holding my hand and whispering soft, caring words into my ear. She had been there the whole time now, I realize, as she shifts the chair closer and kisses me on my cheek. "Elliot…" She whispers quietly," Can you sit up…can you sit up Elliot?"

I shake my head slightly and ease myself onto the pillow above my head, looking into her evergreen eyes. She was wearing a white shirt and blue jeans with her hew short red hair in two tiny pony tails. She cut her hair because she said it reminded her too much about fire." The last trace of my mom" she had stated dryly. "Hi…Ellie" I say slowly, looking her up and down," Wh—why are you here?" I realize that my throat is really dry now.

"Oh Elliot, you know that I can't leave you alone by yourself" She whispered, wiping a tear from her eyes," I'm so sorry I left you alone"

"Why did you leave me alone, Ellie?" I asked quietly, casting my eyes down to the floor." You know bad things happen when you leave" I felt a finger twirl around one of my blonde locks of hair." I'm sorry honey, I'll never leave again"

"Promise?" I asked, closing my eyes as she pulled my head backup, sending fireworks through out my body," I don't want you to close your eyes" She stated, avoiding my question. " Your doctor sent me in here to make sure that doesn't happen, they said that you've been saying and doing things subconsciously, and that it's dangerous for you to sleep without…without…restraints"

"Restraints?" I asked, shocked. I guess they meant the night cutting.

"They said" Ellie continued," That you kept crying out 'Once for you, once for me' over and over again. I thought you said that you were going to stop that Elliot" She scolded, making me wince. I hated when she was mad at me. It was almost the same equivalent of Marco being mad at me.

"I'm sorry" I said quietly, feeling the gentle massage my head, moving around in slow, deep tissue, circles. I felt my eye lids close again as Ellie jabbed me awake." How's the real world out there?" I asked, I was so shocked that I could form a sentence.

"Fine, Craig asked about you." Ellie said sadly," He got into a motorcycle accident though…"

"What!" I asked, sitting up, only to become dizzy and fall back into place.

"On one of the turnpikes, yep, a car cut him off. He's okay…I guess, just like a broken arm or something" Ellie stopped, gripping my hair a little bit harder. I winced, but didn't say anything; it pulled my attention away from my headache.

"And how—how's Marco?" I asked, my eyes felt black almost as the color slowly drained from them.

"Fine, recovering smoothly" Ellie replied robotically.

"Did he ask about me?"

Ellie looked me in the eyes. "No, but he did say that he hopes you rot in hell"

"Oh…just wonderful" I murmur, lying back down." When is this doctor supposed to be getting here?"

"Right about now…" I hear Ellie say as a person appears in the door way. I examine the doctor, sparkling white teeth, cocky demeanor and bright green eyes. I bet he's a real ass.

"Ellie, could you please leave the room?" The doctor asks slowly, as if I'm sort of dangerous experiment ready to snap. Okay, well maybe I am but come on, show at least some respect.

Ellie nods and kisses me on the cheek again, whispering against it," You know I'll be here when you sleep" Before nodding at the doctor and leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

I my eyes fall back on the doctor, who is now sitting next to me, staring at me. I half expect him to pull out a stick and start poking me with it. Instead he pulls out a clip board and smiles at me softly, slowly flittering his pen across the page." Elliot, do you know why you're here?"

I stair at him blankly, I'm crazy, not stupid. "Yes…doctor…."

"Christenson, Oliver Christenson" He stated smoothly, very James Bond like. I wanted to throw up right, and it wasn't because I was sick.

"Why are you here?"

"You know why I'm here Ollie" I say, smirking at the nick name I just gave him out of the blue," Do you know why you are here?"

"Elliot, do you know that a man of my stature, with a PhD and a scholarship to Harvard, does not have to put up with this?" He asked, impatient.

That was bullshit and we both know it.

"Please Ollie, you know you lie. You've been here for what would seem to be a year, when you came in the door way you looked at the door room, making sure you were in the right room, showing the fact that you didn't have this whole place memorized like the back of your hand and then you stated your name James Bond style. By your look I doubt you got into Harvard because most preppy geeks don't have silver studs in their ears-"I said, pointing to his ears which were freshly pierced," And you have to be at least 19 or 20, since you remind me a lot of this asshole that I know-"He silenced me by holding up his hand and writing something on the clip board.

"Okay, you figured me out, damn, you are good" He sighed.

"I'm crazy, not stupid" I stated, remembering to say it from eailer.

"Yes, I'm finding that out. Okay, Elliot, I'm your guide. The person that will be around you for the time that you are here, you will be studied like an animal and treated like one, you understand"

"All of this from a hospital? And me without my plastic chicken and soupy Jell-O" I said sarcastically.

"Funny, joke's on you" Oliver stated snidely," Because this is that farthest from the hospital you can get. You tried to kill someone Elliot, even if you were found bleeding to death on the floor on your apartment after that person called 911…"

"I called 911" I stated angrily, what was he trying to say? That I was in some whacked out hospital and they were trying me for David's death and that I was going to rot in here slowly?

I looked into his eyes.

Oh, shit.

"Where am I?" I asked quickly, trying to sit up but he placed a hand on my head and gently pushed me back down," Don't get up. You're a smart boy Elliot, since when does a hospital leave syringes next to your nightstand and after one injection you pass out. Or where you have an on going headache for weeks on in, or where you pass out for two days at a time?"

"Where am I?" I repeated again, looking up into his steel blue eyes and squinting because shit, those lights were bright.

"Alexander Williams Mental Hospital…" He stopped as I flinched…

Dad had been after mom got hit by that car….

Oh…oh wow….

"I'm sure you understand that whatever you have is under control at the moment. But after that incident with Mr. Del Rossi I'm afraid that …"

"That…?"

"That…." He stopped again, brushing the hair out of his face. This ass, he reminded me of David, moving as if he had all the time in the world. The same thing I hated I loved about him. " You're going to be here for a pretty long time"

A long time…

A long time…

If I didn't call 911 then who did?

David…before he died…before he fell off that balcony?

No….no…no….

No…stay awake…a few more minutes…

That wasn't my mind talking for once…

I close my eyes as Ollie looks me over and decides that I've had about as much as I could handle of today and walked out the door. I can't believe it…that wasn't my mind telling myself to hold on…

That was David.