Chapter 2: My Mind Plays Tricks on me
OH! Guess what Sam and Dean are in this chapter! But I wasn't supposed to tell you that... opps. Anywho please tell me what you think, or what your friend/enemy/pet/alien thinks.
Disclaimer: I forgot this on my first chapter so here it goes, I do not own Supernatural nor do I make any money from writing this story, this disclaimer aplies to any following chapters of this story as well as chapter one and two.
The next time I woke it wasn't to the sound of my own screams but the quick forceful nocks of the morning check up. The nurse walked in, everything about her was self assured and hard. Her scrubs were ironed to a point, her hair pulled back sharply into a bun, and her walk was forcefully crisp with no grace. I cringed, she was my least favorite nurse. "Come on." She pulled me to my feet with a swift yank of my arm, I made myself be like a doll so she could position me how she wanted. "It's a special day today. Calvin called and said he was coming to visit you. Isn't that nice." She attempted to smile, but gave up almost as soon as her lips stretched. Calvin was Capricorn's alias for our mission. His coming probably meant there was a problem, I instantly made myself focus on everything around me to search for potential dangers. The nurse continued to drag my limp self out of the room and into the wash room. Once there she stripped me, turned one of the overhead showers and threw me in. Around us other nurses were doing the same, stripping patients and pushing them under streams of water. Teenage boys were the first of the patients to shower. The facility was small, usually it only housed fifty patients, and right now there were eight teenage boys. The nurse handed me a bar of soap, "Wash yourself." I began to mutter to myself. She ignored me, she thought I was schizophrenic, but it was all part of the charade.
A month ago Capricorn and I noticed a strange pattern in a small town in Montana. Three women had suddenly been inflicted with an unexpected mental illness. Then five other women disappeared from nearby villages. We may not have looked into the case had Dr. Derk's patients not had a strange habit of getting exponentially worse then killing themselves three years after their release from his care. Plus we were close. We had been in the northernmost parts of California closing up a rip between another dimension and our own. People were just disappearing and showing up again days latter five miles from town.
The nurse pulled me out of the shower, soapy bubbles still clung to my skin, and shoved a towel into my hands, "Dry your self off," I stood there unresponsive until she grabbed the towel and did it for me. It was hard to pretend to be crazy. According to my fake file I was super crazy, I had to be or Dr. Derk wouldn't have taken me in; he only takes the hard cases that nobody else wants to deal with. Without even giving me a chance, the
nurse stuffed me in my loose white clothing. It probably wasn't a hard task for her, but it was a painful experience for me, a human body can only move so fast. I jumped back from her when she was done.
"Don't touch me!" I hated making a scene but it was part of my character.
The nurse swung her arm out and grabbed my shirt sleeve in her giant crushing grip, "Shut up."
"No I said don't touch me! Shut up! Don't touch!" The nurse pulled my out of the wash room and pushed me out into the white windowless hall. She loosened her grip for a second allowing me to dart away. I backed up but before I could get far I ran into something. I spun around two brown haired men and a Dr. Newman stood there looking slightly taken aback.
"Nathan calm down." Dr. Newman ordered.
"Help me!" I grabbed the shorter of the two brown haired men and clung to him, "She hurts me, please help me! She's with the darkness." The two men eyes met and then turned back to me. I realized then that the two acted like they were brothers.
"I'm so sorry. Nathan has severe schizophrenia, he's usually quiet, but he does have his moments." The men must be inspectors Dr. Newman wouldn't have to explain my behavior to anyone else. This could be bad, especially if this interrupted my meeting with Capricorn. I had a very thin leash to work with before my visit got taken away, but I couldn't change my behavior now.
"Please, please, please. She's bad." I whispered now fearing yelling would anger the doctor to much. I let the man shake me off as he again glanced at his brother.
"Can we see his folder? We'd like to interview him," the brother I had previously hanging on to questioned.
Dr. Newman looked worried for a minute, "Are you sure? He could be a handful,"
"Of course we're sure. What do we look like?" The older brother spoke this time. His voice was gruffer and more sure than the younger brothers. Of all the rotten luck, I was between a rock and a hard place without even knowing it. I wouldn't be able to meet with Capricorn after all.
Five minutes latter I found myself strapped into a chair in one of the examination/conversation rooms. These rooms were generally reserved for patients that had to be bound or else they would hurt themselves or the Doctor during conversation time. The room was plain white with a table two chairs and a medical table. Everything was welded to the floor. The room was windowless, and the only door opened from the outside. I had never been to this room and I was actually scared. I imagined this room would be perfect to summon demons or kill patients. My breath caught in my throat, what if all along these two brothers were the culprits behind all the supernatural occurrences in this town, and now I was at their mercy.