TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mental hospital, body dysmorphic disorder, multiple personality disorder (I wasn't really sure whether or not to put these two disorders up here since they're not very heavily mentioned and discussed yet, but I put them up just to be safe)
Law makes it a point to remember to give a note or something to the nurse who thought it'd be a good idea to transfer his ass at six in the fucking morning, after he'd been tossing and turning all night.
She's a real piece of work and he despises it. Knows he'll probably never hear the end of it from Luffy, too. Too tired to think about how he's going to deal with it though. Walks down the hall and there's the same old guard he's gotten used to having around him for the past few days behind him. As if he'd run away now, while there are at least twenty people in the vicinity that could sedate his ass. And just as easily drag him to whatever room he gets tossed into in this sickening purgatory that he's already dead tired of. And it's not even 7:30 in the morning.
"Don't you get it?! I'm disgusting! I'm hideous get away from me!" Law hears some man shouting, and it's just fantastic. Do people think he's actually crazy, is that why he's in this place?
"I said get away, don't fucking touch me! Let me go you old bitch, let me go!" The yelling continues and he wonders what's going on. He even hears the backlash of some slaps and punches and the woman walking next to him puts on a smile that looks dead scary and tells him not to worry about it. Not to mind. How the hell can he not mind if this guy or whoever it is, is just shouting at the top of his lungs at the crack of fucking dawn?
Robin, his new and supposedly improved psychiatrist for the time he's in here walks him through the halls. Makes a point by heavily emphasizing that for some patients, staring will only rile them up even more. To which Law replies with a heavy dosage of sarcasm. Where's he supposed to look if someone's shouting at the top of their lungs and throwing punches at this time?
She only repeats he shouldn't stare, and continues down to where his room for the next month is supposed to be and tells him about the routinely checkups he'll have to undergo while he's here. Which are mandatory, and non negotiable, if he wants to get better. Tells him there's no smoking allowed either and that's just dandy. How he's going to survive a month without the beauty that is nicotine is beyond him. But he's done it before, for much longer as well. So for the time being, he'll just have to.
Comes to think everyone who works at this place has a forced smile. It almost freaks him out, how overly happy they look to be at their doors everyday making sure the patients take their medication. Looks like they'll get their asses fired if they don't keep them up, thinks it must be tiring and their muscles are probably going to start spazzing the second they relax their frightening as hell facial expression.
Wonders when they'll get to his god forsaken room so he can sleep on what'll probably be an uncomfortable mattress and pillow. Even worse than the hospital bed. And if this, hearing some guy shout about how ugly he is and seeing all these creepy smiles are going to be his daily routine then shit. He really wishes he had died.
After being very thoroughly examined in a room, told to squat and cough as if he'd have had the time to put anything up there between almost dying and being brought here, Law walks down the hallway. Chokes out a couple of hello's to a duo of old women who call him a dead sweetheart and he doesn't know if they mean it literally or if their choice in words just could be a little better.
"HEY! YOU WITH THE HAIR!" Law hears from down the hall and thinks it's a really vague way of addressing someone. So he keeps walking, these halls are filled with people shouting out and screaming, no less, that he's already, in about the span of two hours, learned to tune it out.
"WITH THE COOL TATTOOS!" He hears again, voice gets closer and he turns around because he figures that's him. That isn't conceited. Unless it's the old man who had full out sleeves and sat in a chair with nothing but a tank top on, but he'll leave it to the last second to find out. Finds a face in his own, way too close for comfort.
"What the hell-"
"Hey! You're new here right?!" The guy asks, way too fucking excitedly. Talks like they're in high school and Law's a new student, and they're not in some sanatorium. But if it matters, yeah, he's fucking new here.
"That's one way to start a conversation." Law notes, turns to walk back to his room because the place is way too large for him to find out where the cafeteria is himself and whoever the stranger is, keeps following him.
"Man slow down! I'm supposed to get a roomie today and I was just wondering if it was you! I mean, I've never seen you around and I practically know everyone!" The male questions, Law turns to look at him. Whoever taught this guy, who couldn't be much younger than him unless it was a case of looking younger than he was, his manners clearly did a shit job.
"Well?" He's persistent and it reminds Law of Luffy.
"I don't know? Maybe?" Law tells him, how the hell is he supposed to know anyways.
"Well whatever I guess we'll find out when we reach it! I'm Sachi!" Now named Sachi, keeps following Law and walks down the hall beside him, saying his own good mornings to the few people that are also up and awake at this time.
"Law."
"Law huh… cool. Mysterious. You ever heard of Michael Jackson?" And it's a stupid question. Law thinks it's way too early for this.
"Who hasn't?" Law raises an eyebrow, thinks maybe Sachi thinks he's stuck in some era where he doesn't know anything about anyone considered legendary.
"Your hair kinda looks like his." Sachi says with a loud laugh that's a woman has to tell him to keep down.
"Do you have something wrong with your eyesight?"
"No I mean, if you tilt your head like… 80 degrees… y'know and angle yourself... and under the shitty light… kinda." Sachi says and Law looks at him like he's got to be fucking toying with him and if this is his little 'roomie', he's going to lose it. He's known the guy five minutes and already has struck over 60% of his nerves.
"On second thought, you kind of look more like the screamo band type. Am I right?"
"No. Not even close." Law sighs, thinks he talks even more than Luffy does and Luffy talks a lot. But at least Law enjoys Luffy's company, to an extent. This guy? Not so much.
"Damn." He mumbles, the two of them walk in mostly silence, for Law at least. Sachi talking about everything he possibly can within the thirty seconds it takes to get to Law's room and he can see the excitement in the other man's eyes.
"So you are my roomie! This is going to be cool!" Sachi shouts, like hip hip fucking hooray. He wants to tell him to quit making it sound like they've both moved away for college and ended up meeting at a club stand then coincidentally being each other's roommates. Doesn't want to kill his vibe though.
"So what are you in here for?"
"Well you waste absolutely no fucking time, do you?" If this is how Sachi intends on making a first impression, Law's going to end up at the conclusion that he's annoying, nosy, and rude.
"Sorry! You don't have to tell me if you don't want to I was just curious."
"Right." Law rolls his eyes, lies down on the bed which quite honestly isn't as bad and he notices Sachi sulking from the other side of the room and sighs.
"Attempted a few nights ago and they sent me here. Apparently I'm a 'danger to myself.' Or whatever." He gets it out but it's like a grumble and not so much actual speech. He see's the dumb look Sachi had on his face droop down to something much more sad and actually concerned, more for himself though. Like he'd caught himself talking too much and now it's come to bite him in the ass.
"Oh. Oh man I'm sorry you didn't have to-"
"It's okay." Law tells him because he doesn't really mind it so much anymore. Thinks about asking Sachi why he's here too but doesn't want to pry. He's not that kind of person and figures with the way Sachi is he'll tell him eventually.
"So this ward wakes up at 7 every morning-" Law flashes Sachi a look that could kill. Seven in the morning every fucking day- "bullshit I know! Apparently there's another place on the other side of the city that wakes up at 7:30, those... worms." Sachi begins and Law watches him clench his hands like he really must want that extra thirty minutes of sleep. But who's he to deny such a pleasure?
"Anyways, I don't know if they told you because they didn't tell me when I came here," Sachi glares off into the surrounding area, seems like if he could tell someone off right now he would, "but meds are given three times a day. You know, wake up meds, lunch meds, sleep meds." He informs Law and Law nods back, lets him continue because he looks like he's itching to go on.
"They've also got group therapy here and it's really annoying at times but the patients mean well! It's at 9 every morning so get used to that and uh... also dinner is at 6. Way too early if you ask me. I think someone should tell them... oh and you'll probably start seeing a shrink every day sooner or later. They call lights out at 11 but no one ever really sleeps unless your meds knock you out cold." Sachi says, looks around the room while he's talking and Law does too, trying to see if maybe he's following a fly with his eyes or if he's just aimlessly darting his eyes from corner to corner.
"What the hell do you do here for the other... twelve hours?" Law asks him because surely they don't expect him to just sit in his room for the entire day.
"Oh! They've got shit for us to do. Some games and just recently they brought in fucking cable for the less crazy patients! There's movie night every Friday too, but all they ever play is really crappy old black and white movies. Last week they had some shitty holiday movies playing though." Law's not too eager to go fucking play the game of life ironically for a month. Nor is he eager to watch really crappy Christmas movies while everyone on the outside actually enjoys their holidays. Wishes he could just sleep it away.
Law walks into the large cafeteria behind Sachi, all the while he goes on and on about how utterly crappy the food is here, but sometimes they get lucky and end up with literal heaven on their plate. At least, as close to heaven as it can get. Tells Law he can't spoil it and he has to wait until that day comes around. If it does while he's in here.
"HEY! You're not supposed to pick at your skin!" Sachi yells at a male, looks like he's in his late teens and freezes up when he does.
"Ah shit, fuck." The male swears when he realizes what he'd been doing. Law eyeing him and wondering what it's all about when Sachi sighs and notices his expression that couldn't get any more confused. Leans back and whispers in his ear.
"He's got body dysmorphic disorder so don't say shit about his appearance, okay?" Then straightens up and puts a smile on his face. Law's never been one to mention anything about anyone's appearance negatively anyways, the thought never even crossed his mind.
"Penguin! Look this is Law, he's my new roomie!" Sachi sounds like a little boy squealing over the best Christmas gifts he could have ever gotten.
"Hey, hi. Wow your hair is great!" Penguin comments, extends his hand to shake Law's and he takes it, Penguin turning his hand to the side and noticing his tattoos.
"Ohh death huh, cool. You've got great hands too wow this is just crazy. Mine are all weird and bony-"
"Your hands are fine dumbass," Sachi has to whack Penguin's hand in order for Law to get his back, just looks at him like don't say anything, "what's for breakfast?" Sachi asks, to Law it looks like he's just trying to get Penguin to shut up. He wonders who names their kid Penguin, or if it's just a nickname he goes by.
"I don't know yet I only just got here." Penguin tells him and watches Law watch everyone else in the room.
"Uh, do we have to stay here until every damn person is done eating?" Law asks. Looks around and there are a lot of fucking people. Feels beady eyes look at him and imprint themselves into his skin. He's uncomfortable and just wants to go back to his room. There's one group of patients in the far right who're much too loud and enthusiastic for his taste, and he does everything he can to block them out. Trying to focus on the conversation.
"Yeah, pretty much. After this they call us in for group, what I told you about." Sachi stretches while telling him and Law couldn't hate this anymore than he does already. Feels so fucking tired if he could he'd fall asleep on the table, but it doesn't look too clean. At least not up to his standard, so he'd rather not.
The group therapy he'd heard of couldn't be any worse than he'd imagined. With everyone's eyes on him makes him wish all of this would just end and that time would speed up, a lot. Time is something that isn't on his side though. Forgets about ever asking it for any sort of help.
Listens to an older male, who identifies himself as Mihawk start up the "circle of conversation". Goes clockwise, meaning Law's last to say whatever the fuck it is the guy wants.
Each person going around saying their names and their goal for the week. Sounded ridiculously stupid to him mostly because he doesn't have one. Hears Sachi say his goal is to get the staff here to consider bringing in more muffins. He laughs to himself. Penguin saying he agrees with him and that he'd like if he could go the rest of the week without picking at his face. Seems fair.
Goes full circle until it reaches Law and really he doesn't know. Says his goal is to find a proper goal. Mihawk nods and take that as an answer, much to his surprise. Goes on with talking about feelings and safe methods of stress relief. All shit Law's previous psychiatrist has already told him about so he ends up day dreaming about what his Christmas is going to be like inside a fucking asylum.
At about 3:30 Law's awoken by Sachi, sitting on the edge of his bed, rather than his own and looking up at the ceiling. He just sits there and twiddles his thumbs like it's nobodies business. And the fact he'd woken Law up, on a night he actually managed to sleep, makes it his business.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Oh did I wake you? My sincerest apologies." Sachi tells him and Law's freaked. Sits up and rubs his face and really, he could punch the guy in the fucking throat right now. It's the first time he's gotten sleep and this jackass just wakes him up, no sweat.
"What are you doing?" Law questions, words come out as low groan and he yawns.
"Just thinking."
"So think on your own fucking bed Sachi, get off." Law shoves his legs, tries to kick him off the bed but Sachi's pretty quick on his feet. Does some fucking 360 degree flip over his bed and has his hands around Law's neck. Its not tight, just enough to add pressure.
"My name is Casquette. You should really remember what your roommates name is. It's bad manners otherwise." He says, adds more pressure until Law knees him in the abdomen and pushes him off the bed, body hitting the floor.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" Law yells, first night is going pretty uneventful.
"I'm merely stating the fact you should respect peoples names unless you want to end up d-"
"What's going on in here?" A male voice walks in, light beaming through the large door and sees Sachi on the floor, easily makes himself look like Law had just beaten him up.
"This guy is nuts! Why would you make me room with him?!" Sachi exclaims, points at Law and really? Law thinks this has to be some stupid nightmare.
"What?" Law can't get anything else out, the whole situation seems fucking unreal and he's even pinching his skin again to make sure he isn't dreaming. The man, followed by two others walk in and nearly grab Sachi and take him out of the room. The younger screaming and kicking at the workers, telling them to fuck off otherwise he'll knife their scalps off.
One of the workers apologizes, tells him to just go back to sleep and like hell Law can do that. The guy almost choked him out for calling him his name. Who the fuck is Casquette anyways?
Tries to do as he's told and sleep but it couldn't be a more sleepless filled night.
Morning comes and Robin, who's been put in charge of Law's well being, comes in. Peppy and says good morning, though it could be about anything other than that. Sachi hadn't come back the rest of the night and he wonders what happened to him. So he makes it a point to ask.
"What happened to Sachi?" He asks Robin and she hums.
"I'm not able to disclose that information to you. But he's fine. You'll see him during breakfast, don't worry." She gives him a smile, hands him a little cup with his pills in it and a glass of water. Takes them and opens his mouth, lifts his tongue so she knows he's actually taken them. She tells him to change quickly and then head down to the cafeteria. He does. Yawns at least twenty times while doing so. The amount of tossing and turning he'd endured last night was enough for a week.
In the cafeteria he spots the male he'd met the day prior, Penguin. Walks over to him thinking he and Sachi must be good friends considering he'd looked out for him the other day and figures he'll know where he is.
Doesn't get the chance to ask.
"LAW! LAW!" Sachi comes running up, paper bag in hand and gives him a punch in the shoulder, sits himself down next to Penguin and hums a very energetic good morning.
"Look I got us all… BLUEBERRY MUFFINS!" Sachi pulls them out from under his shirt, Law thanks god they're wrapped in plastic as Sachi hands one to Penguin and holds one out to Law.
"What the hell was up with you last night?" He asks, disregards the muffin that stares him in the face and watches Sachi take a big bite out of his own.
"What are you talking about?" He asks, Law thinks he's going crazy and it's only his second day. Shakes his head and says never mind, that it was just a dream and sits down. Takes the muffin and gives Sachi his hesitant thanks.
A few days in and Law's finally allowed visitors, but he feels just as dead as he did when he first woke up knowing he was alive. Gets called down during a really shitty session of group therapy where he's been asked at least twenty times the past few days what his "goal of the week is". Doesn't have one. Always says it's to sleep and someone had called him a lazy turd, almost got up and knocked the dumbasses front teeth out.
"So Law, we're usually not supposed to leave patients alone, but considering how hard you've had it and just kind of you know, being "thrown" in here as you might consider it, I've made it so there'll be no one else in the room. Just you and your visitors. It's a one time thing only though, okay?" Robin tells him and he nods. Thanks her and she tells him not to mention it, very literally. Nods again and walks into a small but spacious enough area with a couch and table.
"LAW!" Rocinante shouts and runs over. Gives him the biggest hug he's ever had and notices Luffy's sitting at the couch too, kind of like an awkward first meeting with the parents of the person you're in a relationship with. Finds the whole atmosphere endearing and doesn't even want to see either of them at this point, with how embarrassing he's being. Luffy running up as soon as Rocinante lets go of him and gives him the second biggest hug. Returning the tight embrace with so much force Law feels like his arms could pop out of their sockets.
"Hey." He says, Luffy still clutching onto him and he's missed it.
"How you feelin' kiddo? I have to tell you I've missed you." Rocinante asks him, walks him over to the couch and Luffy lets go, only to reach over, takes Law's hands in his and holds them tight. He's missed him.
"Fine I guess. It's only been a few days." Law tells him but he really just wants to cuddle up on a couch with Luffy the way they would when he'd come to his place after class.
"Really?" Luffy intervenes. Just trying to make sure he's not lied to again.
"Yeah."
"Where were you?"
"Here. I didn't know they'd transfer me so early. I'm sorry." Law apologizes and Luffy nods. Understands it's not his fault but his grip tightens anyways.
"This place looks like the food sucks." Luffy notes and Rocinante hums in agreement. Law nodding his head and smiling. Luffy would mention food.
"You're not wrong. I miss your brunch." Law says, Luffy smiling because it's the worst feeling for him. Not being able to have Law around.
"A package came for you in the mail the other day. From the university." Rocinante tells him and Law's eyes go wide, in shock really. Didn't think he'd hear back and didn't think Rocinante would be the one to get it.
"Oh." Law just darts his eyes around. Feels a bit happy in the pit of his stomach but he's not going to go to school anytime soon. Not anymore.
"What?" Luffy questions, looks at him with raised eyebrows and a smile slowly trying to creep its way onto his face.
"You didn't tell me you were considering going back." Rocinante inquires and shit, neither did he. Not at first.
"I wasn't. I mean, I didn't think they'd reply." Law tells him and Luffy looks ridiculously happy for him.
"If it's a package it means that's good right? A letter is usually how they say no, so a package is great!" Luffy tells him and he knows. He remembers when he'd first gotten in and received four packages in the mail. All of which Rocinante had opened before he got home, surprised him with a cake that said 'YOU DID IT' in bright blue frosting.
"Listen, Law I'm proud of you, you know I am-"
"But?"
"But I don't want you to force yourself to do any of this."
"I'm not forcing myself. I want to." Mostly for Luffy. Somewhat for himself. Leaves that little detail out.
"If that's really the case you know you have my support. I just don't want it to get too hard on you again is all." Rocinante pats him on the shoulder. Gives him a big smile, but it's also a concerned facial expression Law know he wears when he's just trying to be as supportive of him as he can be. All things considered.
"It's okay. I don't think I can't go in if I'm here so-"
"I can talk to them. They'll understand. And if they sent you a package, it's for good reason. They can wait a month." Rocinante tells him, tries to give him a much needed confidence boost.
"There are other people that try to get in too. Why would they wait on me?"
"You're smart! Like really smart, Law. Why wouldn't they?" Luffy tells him and it's nice and refreshing hearing that from someone other than Rocinante but it doesn't change his mind. Groans at the thought of having to tell the administrations office something along the lines of 'hey, I'm super suicidal and in a psych ward so if you could you know, not give away my spot, that'd be super great.'
"Whatever. It doesn't matter."
"It does!"
"Luffy." Rocinante calls out his name, gets him to be silent for a couple of seconds which is kind of a miracle.
"You don't have to think about it now. Just work on getting better, that's your priority." The older tells Law and he sighs. Feels really tired.
"Sure."
"Sure? What the fuck is sure?" Luffy asks him. Gets ticked off with the way Law's not so interested in getting help. Like he couldn't care less, just doesn't give a damn.
"Sure is sure. I don't have a choice, do I?"
"You say it like... I don't know, you'd rather be dead than be here." Luffy tells him, Law looking down at the floor and at their hands that are still intertwined before Luffy pulls his back.
"I don't mean it like that." Law's sorry. Again. Always says the wrong things.
"There's no other way to mean it." Luffy's serious eyes look like they could kill a man. That man is him, he's pretty much dying inside. And for the most part he really doesn't understand why Luffy's so damned angry. And it's almost as if his own anger stems out of Luffy's.
Rocinante just looks at the two of them like the awkward third wheel on an odd date gone wrong and sighs.
"Law, you know he just looks out for you."
"I don't need either of you to, I don't need a baby sitter." Law snaps back.
"Right if he didn't you'd be dead. Tell me that's fine and that you totally are one hundred fucking percent okay, Law." Luffy says, Law unable to give him what he wants to hear. Sees Luffy roll his eyes and sigh.
"I'm not trying to baby you Law I just want to help."
"You're not a saint or hero. You can't fucking fix or heal me, or whatever the fuck you think you can accomplish. I don't even get why you're here." Law snaps and it's almost like déjà vu. He's been experiencing a lot of that lately.
"I never said I was! I'm just trying-"
"To help yeah, I know. I fucking got it. But I don't need you." Law says and it's clearly trying Luffy's patience and if he didn't know any better it almost looks like Luffy's ready to give him another fist to the jaw. But he doesn't, though his fists are closed and shaking by his sides.
"You don't?" Luffy questions, eyes blown wide as if someone had just shot him with a pistol straight into his vitals.
"No." That, Law thinks, has to be the most gut-wrenching lie he's ever told and it's very much the same feeling for Luffy. Fuck if he gives a damn about it though. He doesn't need to be babied. All he manages to do is push. Push push push people's buttons until they've had enough and leave.
"I get you're all about being on your own and whatever but come the fuck on! You have to trust me, Law!" Luffy sounds like he's at his last straw and it's about to snap. Law's the one who does the snapping.
"Well I don't." Comes out loud and aggressive and thinks this place is definitely going to make him even crazier than people think he already is. Stares at how hurt Luffy looks and then to Rocinante, who looks at him like he's never lashed out before and that he's not who he is.
"I can't." He sighs, gets up out of his seat and slams the chair into the desk the two of them sit at, walks out and he hears Luffy call out his name but walks out anyways. He's good at that, at least.
On his way out makes a little pit stop at an office. Asks for them to change his visitation rules, says he wants absolutely no one to be able to come see him. The man in charge of visitation tells him he can't really control if anyone goes out of their way to come see him and he says fine.
He'll just refuse to see them when they do.
It's been a week since Law was admitted and he's already feeling pretty accustomed to the routine they've got going on here as well. Besides the overly regular check ups on his vitals and questions about how he feels since the attempt. Walks down the hall after group, heads for his room but stops when he hears an eager voice call him from behind.
"Hey Law!" Penguin approaches him, looks like he has some snacks in his hands.
"Hey, where'd you even get all that?" Asks and points to the chocolate and chip bags showing from under his shirt, also tells him his method of whatever this is, sucks.
"I snuck em, don't tell." He gives Law a menacing kind of stare and Law just reassures he won't, he doesn't have a reason to. As long as he gets one of those chocolate bars, and Penguin grumbles. Hands over the snickers and he has Law's thanks.
"So we, Sachi and I, are thinking we should bust out of this place. You know like do some mission impossible type of shit and just break the doors down!" He's definitely not all that creative but Law gives him kudos on even thinking of it.
"You're insane. You can't be serious." Law's choice of words couldn't be poorer, but the guy himself goes around telling people off with the very word. Has given Law the 'ok' because he apparently thinks he's a cool role model.
"Listen, I'll grab some spoons-"
"You want me to dig my way out with a fucking spoon?"
"Hey, not all of us are in here for one measly month. Poor Sachi's had his ass in here for like what, six, seven?" Penguin says, coughs out loud as overly dramatic as he can while opening a bag of chips and starts eating.
"Weeks?" He asks because that doesn't seem all that bad really. Not as though he's been here for-
"No dumbass, months." Law thinks, shit. Thanks fuck he doesn't have to be in there that long. Knows for sure he'd lose his head and walk out with it screwed on backwards.
"Why's he in here anyways?" Law asks. Thinks he sounds like a teenager trying to get in on the latest gossip.
"Oh, he's got multiple personalities. One day he's Sachi, next day he's not. Has he called himself Casquette around you yet?" Penguin asks him and it kind of makes sense now.
"Yeah, once." Law says and he'd thought he was joking around but apparently not.
"Yeah that's his "other self" or whatever? I don't know shit about it all I know is they keep him here 'cause apparently his mom thinks he's nuts and going to kill them in their sleep or something. Well that's what I heard at least." Penguin says as casually as possible and Law thinks he's got himself one fucking great roommate. Doesn't really believe the last part because Sachi, or Casquette, has been nothing but welcoming to him. Rumors are rumors.
Laying in his bed, it's maybe three, four in the morning and a place like this to Law is really forsaking his sanity. Drains it right out of him along with anything else he's got left to be taken away. And perhaps that's the very reason he should be there. Feels fucked up in a way no recreational drug nor his own previous medication made him feel. Had always contemplated asking to make a phone call to Rocinante and tell him he'd better find a way to get him the fuck out of there before he ends up losing himself completely, but never did. Never does.
Just lets himself go on with a really shitty daily routine that a psychiatrist other than his own had told him would help regulate his lifestyle. Thinks even she's got to be feeling the effects of a place like this, because the very thought of him having any sort of life in a place like this is crazy.
Law knows though, the difference between himself and some of the other patients. Knows he's not insane or anything of the sort. There were those that thought they could see their dead parents while walking down the hall and though he's had his fare share of nightmares where his mother lays in a pool of blood asking why the hell he's done this to her, he figures it's got to be way different.
In his own sickness he can feel it getting worse. Feel every inch of his skin crawl and maybe there's a bug on him, looks down at his arm and there's nothing. Can very literally feel himself losing it. Tells himself again and again he's not insane, he's just disconnected from his usual life. Which wasn't much, but it's a hell of a lot better than being in here and he's at least come to realize that. And if one more person in group therapy asks him what the fuck his stupid goal is he'll tell them it's to get the fuck out of this place.
His nights are mostly him awake, very much taking into detail every spot and crack in the tiles of his room. Counts twenty-six of them, excluding the possible ones that could be under the furniture. Wishes he had a cigarette because the crave is making his skin itch.
And it's only a month he has to be in here and everyday he finds it harder, having to remind himself of that. Just one month. Just three more weeks. Just seventeen more days.
But it's not enough and all the counting he finds to be unnecessary isn't helping.
And income the nightmares.
A/N: SO it's definitely been... a while. Not that long but still pretty long. My bad.
ANYWAYS here's this chapter. It's an intro kind of to the friendship between Law, Penguin and Sachi so there's not much to it yet but I'm getting there. I hope it's not as shitty as I keep thinking it is because I've had it ready for two weeks and it just frustrates me. Enjoy it anyways and leave me your thoughts or whatever you know, feed my ego and such. Lots of love. ~S