Chapter One.
Le Debut.
I was sat alone in the room, the same room I sit alone in every day, it was painfully quite, the clock ticked every breath and second away, minutes felt like hours, and I was beginning to die a little more every day.
Then there was a knock at the door, "come in" I instructed, replacing my face with my everyday mask that I had become a professional at wearing, I even started to convince myself at one point, until I went home that night and the pain struck me down twice as hard.
In walked a security guard, roughly dragging behind him a boy, or at least what I thought was a boy. "He's just been brought in, he's a new patient, been instructed to bring him to you for an assessment interview", "That's fine, just let him sit down right there" I pointed to the chair on the other side of my desk, the guard mindless chatted about how his weekend away with the boys was, it always surprised me how he would brag and have no shame in cheating on his wife the multiple times that he had, the sickening amount of details he felt the need to share with you, regardless of the fact that you had never even asked. As I began to drift into autopilot and politely nod in all the right places, my real attention drifted to the boy, well not a boy, once the bright light was on his face, I could see he was a man, older than myself in fact. He looked petrified, lost, delicate, but at the same time he looked like you should be the one petrified to be in the same room as him, especially alone. "Well I gotta go, catch ya later, call me up I this wacko does anything ya don't like!" he sauntered out of the room, whistling after one of the nurses and in the meantime, forgetting to close the door behind him. I tutted, "I apologise for his rudeness, some people just don't' know when to stop talking!" I said as I walked past the boy….man, and towards the door to shut it, as ever the handle jammed, I lifted and shoved it, it worked, and the door shut with a horrendous bang!
I went to return to my seat and begin to interview the…man, but as I turned, he was right behind me, his hands were cuffed to the front of him, he left me no room to move, or to breath. His nose to mine and my back to the door, I dared to look up at his face, he was staring me right in the eyes. His eyes flickered, they didn't blink, but flickered, he was searching, looking for something. I stood, wide eyed, feeling like a child staring in to the face of the monster that lives under her bed, I dared not speak, I held my breath, and found it difficult to blink myself. He was fascinatingly beautiful, his eyes alone filled you with a mixture of fear and adoration, there was so much beauty in all the chaotic horror you could see just in his expression, that it flattened you. It made you speechless. Suddenly he blinked, he moved back, and returned to his chair. I stood in shock for a second and copied his movements.
He sat staring at his knees, his jeans were ripped, not for fashion but from wear and tare, he had a bandage around one of his wrists, as he shuffled into the chair the cuff caught the bandage and he winced, "Are you okay?" he didn't reply, didn't acknowledge he had even heard me. I gathered all the paper work necessary to place him as a full time patient; I messed around far longer than I needed too, simply because I wanted to watch him. I felt I was gathering a whole lot more about him by seeing him than I would be talking to him.
Eventually he looked up at me, and caught me staring, he smirked, and returned his stare to his knees, I asked him what his name was, he sat looking as if he was contemplating telling me the truth or not, after a few seconds he raised his head into the full beam of light, glued his dead stare to me and replied "You can call me Blaire or Honey…..whichever you prefer.".