I sat on a black, leather couch, starring at the deep blue walls. I was in Alexander’s office, for my appointment. I’d come here straight from the cathedral. My hair was tangled, and messy. I still wore plaid pajama bottoms, and an old, gray tee shirt.
I came to a realization last night. Today, I would make my move. I have done enough to hold my own. Now I could be happy…Maybe.
I debated whether, or not I should tell Alexander about Lucy. Dr. Anozi would’ve liked the idea, but I’m not sure about Dr. Laveney.
I also wondered if I should tell him about my outbreak from the other night. Should I tell Alexander about the voices? I would decide when he asked.
After a moment, a sharp knock startled me. I looked up at the wooden door as it opened. Dr. Laveney stood in the doorway, peering at me with his coco brown eyes. A smile played on his thin lips.
“Damien Demidov, I was wondering when I’d see you again,” Alexander said.
“You knew when I’d be in,” I said, returning the smile.
“I was hoping I’d see you sooner,” he sat down on a light brown chair across from the couch.
“I’m always busy,” I said, remembering how the week had been.
“Yes, I can tell, new jobs keep you busy,” I knew that all too well.
“Yes, I know. I just received my license,” I said, then immediately felt stupid. Alexander knew I had my license I’d called his phone for that patient I lost.
“I know you left a message on my phone. I believe you asked me to call in a prescription for a dead patient,” Alexander said with a peculiar look on his face. I couldn’t quite categorize the emotion.
“Oh, yes, I forgot,” I lied, making myself not seem like a total dumb ass. “Keep in mind, though. I called you before he committed suicide.”
“Rule number one when working with psychotic patients at a hospital: never, EVER leave the room. They will end up like Jared,” said Alexander.
“Hopefully, I won’t have to work in the hospital anymore. Maybe I can keep to the asylum,” I said.
“How is the institution doing? I haven’t been up there since the day Dr. Anozi left,” Alexander moved his head to the side.
“Good, I’m up there now. I have Dr. Anozi’s old office,” I said.
“Really? I was wondering who would get it.”
“So, why haven’t you been to the institution?” I asked.
“I’ve been on vacation for the last week. Before that most of my cases have been at the hospital,” he answered.
“Oh, are you still working at the asylum?”
“Yes, but not as often as the hospital,” Alexander looked out the tall, glass window as a bird went by.
“Do you have an office up there?” I asked, making plans to find the key and raid it.
“No, I don’t. The only office I have it this one. At the private practice,” Dr. Anozi, and Alexander had both worked at the private practice. It was an exclusive psychiatry building. Only certain people could enter. Even I couldn’t enter without Dr. Anozi, or Dr. Laveney.
“It’s a nice office,” I said, running out of things to say.
“Thank you. Well, Damien, how have the past few weeks been?” Alexander asked.
“They’ve been decent,” I told the half-truth. It hadn’t been extremely bad, but it hadn’t been great either.
“Really? Grey called me not long ago saying the voices had been bothering you,” said Alexander, his brow furrowed slightly.
“Well, they gave me trouble during a thunderstorm,” I said.
“Was the topic connected to the storm?” I didn’t want to tell him the truth.
“No, I was asked questions I’ve never been faced with,” I said not giving it all away.
“Such as?” Dr. Laveney dug for information.
“There were a few questions about my sexual identity,” Alexander’s eyes widened as he looked at me. There it went, what I’d been trying to cover up for years. It was starring me straight in the face, and I couldn’t deny it.
I came to a realization last night. Today, I would make my move. I have done enough to hold my own. Now I could be happy…Maybe.
I debated whether, or not I should tell Alexander about Lucy. Dr. Anozi would’ve liked the idea, but I’m not sure about Dr. Laveney.
I also wondered if I should tell him about my outbreak from the other night. Should I tell Alexander about the voices? I would decide when he asked.
After a moment, a sharp knock startled me. I looked up at the wooden door as it opened. Dr. Laveney stood in the doorway, peering at me with his coco brown eyes. A smile played on his thin lips.
“Damien Demidov, I was wondering when I’d see you again,” Alexander said.
“You knew when I’d be in,” I said, returning the smile.
“I was hoping I’d see you sooner,” he sat down on a light brown chair across from the couch.
“I’m always busy,” I said, remembering how the week had been.
“Yes, I can tell, new jobs keep you busy,” I knew that all too well.
“Yes, I know. I just received my license,” I said, then immediately felt stupid. Alexander knew I had my license I’d called his phone for that patient I lost.
“I know you left a message on my phone. I believe you asked me to call in a prescription for a dead patient,” Alexander said with a peculiar look on his face. I couldn’t quite categorize the emotion.
“Oh, yes, I forgot,” I lied, making myself not seem like a total dumb ass. “Keep in mind, though. I called you before he committed suicide.”
“Rule number one when working with psychotic patients at a hospital: never, EVER leave the room. They will end up like Jared,” said Alexander.
“Hopefully, I won’t have to work in the hospital anymore. Maybe I can keep to the asylum,” I said.
“How is the institution doing? I haven’t been up there since the day Dr. Anozi left,” Alexander moved his head to the side.
“Good, I’m up there now. I have Dr. Anozi’s old office,” I said.
“Really? I was wondering who would get it.”
“So, why haven’t you been to the institution?” I asked.
“I’ve been on vacation for the last week. Before that most of my cases have been at the hospital,” he answered.
“Oh, are you still working at the asylum?”
“Yes, but not as often as the hospital,” Alexander looked out the tall, glass window as a bird went by.
“Do you have an office up there?” I asked, making plans to find the key and raid it.
“No, I don’t. The only office I have it this one. At the private practice,” Dr. Anozi, and Alexander had both worked at the private practice. It was an exclusive psychiatry building. Only certain people could enter. Even I couldn’t enter without Dr. Anozi, or Dr. Laveney.
“It’s a nice office,” I said, running out of things to say.
“Thank you. Well, Damien, how have the past few weeks been?” Alexander asked.
“They’ve been decent,” I told the half-truth. It hadn’t been extremely bad, but it hadn’t been great either.
“Really? Grey called me not long ago saying the voices had been bothering you,” said Alexander, his brow furrowed slightly.
“Well, they gave me trouble during a thunderstorm,” I said.
“Was the topic connected to the storm?” I didn’t want to tell him the truth.
“No, I was asked questions I’ve never been faced with,” I said not giving it all away.
“Such as?” Dr. Laveney dug for information.
“There were a few questions about my sexual identity,” Alexander’s eyes widened as he looked at me. There it went, what I’d been trying to cover up for years. It was starring me straight in the face, and I couldn’t deny it.
He creeps through the alley ways
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, fur stained
Mourning over
What his heart once contained
Collar torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one day a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, fur stained
Mourning over
What his heart once contained
Collar torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one day a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?
Run. It was the only thing going threw Leven,Evie, Matthew and Cameron's mind right now as the dogs and people chased them into the forest.They went as fast as they could as the dogs got closer and closer.
They weren't suppose to be running from the dogs right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice said behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a split second and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
They weren't suppose to be running from the dogs right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice said behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a split second and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
I can see it now
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
Or what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
Or a new place
Or even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every home to every bus
But we can’t bear to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
Or what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
Or a new place
Or even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every home to every bus
But we can’t bear to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye