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Title: 1-800-MENTAL
Author: Gibdo
Paring: Seb/? (SP)
Summary: Seb is sent in a mental hospital
I gaze out of my mom's car window, wondering why I was sent there. Who am I, you ask? My name's Sebastien Lefebvre. I'm fucked up, that's what my dad probably would say. I became totally silent the day I discovered him. Who's him? I don't know. I only know that I already hate him because he's creepy.
As we pull into the parking lot, I see how big this building is. It's white, lifeless and I already hate it. As you can see I'm the type of person who judge a book by its cover and that's why I hate most of the things that are around me.
My mom stops the car and told me to "Stop, staring at it like it's a piece of shit and get out of the car!" Well, it is a piece of shit. Two stories, windows with bars on them - Not like anybody's crazy enough to suicide themselves here. Oh right, stupid me, it's a mental hospital, everybody's crazy! Where was I? Oh, yeah . Glass bullet proof doors, and white walls. Damn I hate these walls.
I glance around me as my mom and I walk into what looks like to be the Main building. I'm sure they use stupid names like sector A, B , C, C911 or something like that to name them. We check in the waiting room and while my mom talk with the secretary about this place I just sit on a chair and look around me.
There's this really skinny girl that look like she might be anorexic doing the same as me, a guy with neon green spiked hair who keeps rambling about his cousin - after five minutes of sitting beside him I discovered that he and his cousin were really alike and almost half of his life, there's a little girl that everytime you touch her she scream at the top of her lungs and finally there's this 13 years old really overweighted girl with a yellow mini-skirt and a blood red tank-top rocking back and forth playing lego and talking to herself. She's freaking me out so I just look somewhere else and pays half attention at what Tony, that's his name, says about his so wonderful cousin.
Suddenly I feel a hand on my knee and look down to see a ugly fat hand with really chubby fingers. I follow the trail of the arm to stare into the fat girl's greasy eyes. She is pointing down to her skirt and is lifting it up with her other hand and when I look at it, I have to really concentrate to not throw up right there.
Her white underwear are soaked with what I assume is blood and a few droplets are running down her inner thighs to finally fall down on the floor leaving red-ish spots on the blue carpet. When I finally come back to my sense I realise that she keeps saying:
" What's dis, mester. What's dis?"
An ear-splitting scream suddenly makes me snap and start running out of the room and I take one last glance at the room seeing the fat girl with her skirt up running around the waiting room saying "What's dis!? What's dis!?" and the little girl screaming the the top of her lungs.
I don't know how much I've run when I suddenly hit a guy in a white uniform, He probably didn't expect it because his folders went flying in the air. We both fall down on our ass and I'm too shocked by what I saw moments ago to even do something. I'm just aware of the fact that I'm trembling like a leaf.
The guy calmly picks up his folders before looking at me and smiles.
" Why were you running like that?" He asks curiously.
"...." Damn. For a doctor, he's hot.
" You're probably one of those kids who don't talk, no?"
"....."
"Right. My name's Dr. Armstrong but you can call me Billie Joe."
Author: Gibdo
Paring: Seb/? (SP)
Summary: Seb is sent in a mental hospital
I gaze out of my mom's car window, wondering why I was sent there. Who am I, you ask? My name's Sebastien Lefebvre. I'm fucked up, that's what my dad probably would say. I became totally silent the day I discovered him. Who's him? I don't know. I only know that I already hate him because he's creepy.
As we pull into the parking lot, I see how big this building is. It's white, lifeless and I already hate it. As you can see I'm the type of person who judge a book by its cover and that's why I hate most of the things that are around me.
My mom stops the car and told me to "Stop, staring at it like it's a piece of shit and get out of the car!" Well, it is a piece of shit. Two stories, windows with bars on them - Not like anybody's crazy enough to suicide themselves here. Oh right, stupid me, it's a mental hospital, everybody's crazy! Where was I? Oh, yeah . Glass bullet proof doors, and white walls. Damn I hate these walls.
I glance around me as my mom and I walk into what looks like to be the Main building. I'm sure they use stupid names like sector A, B , C, C911 or something like that to name them. We check in the waiting room and while my mom talk with the secretary about this place I just sit on a chair and look around me.
There's this really skinny girl that look like she might be anorexic doing the same as me, a guy with neon green spiked hair who keeps rambling about his cousin - after five minutes of sitting beside him I discovered that he and his cousin were really alike and almost half of his life, there's a little girl that everytime you touch her she scream at the top of her lungs and finally there's this 13 years old really overweighted girl with a yellow mini-skirt and a blood red tank-top rocking back and forth playing lego and talking to herself. She's freaking me out so I just look somewhere else and pays half attention at what Tony, that's his name, says about his so wonderful cousin.
Suddenly I feel a hand on my knee and look down to see a ugly fat hand with really chubby fingers. I follow the trail of the arm to stare into the fat girl's greasy eyes. She is pointing down to her skirt and is lifting it up with her other hand and when I look at it, I have to really concentrate to not throw up right there.
Her white underwear are soaked with what I assume is blood and a few droplets are running down her inner thighs to finally fall down on the floor leaving red-ish spots on the blue carpet. When I finally come back to my sense I realise that she keeps saying:
" What's dis, mester. What's dis?"
An ear-splitting scream suddenly makes me snap and start running out of the room and I take one last glance at the room seeing the fat girl with her skirt up running around the waiting room saying "What's dis!? What's dis!?" and the little girl screaming the the top of her lungs.
I don't know how much I've run when I suddenly hit a guy in a white uniform, He probably didn't expect it because his folders went flying in the air. We both fall down on our ass and I'm too shocked by what I saw moments ago to even do something. I'm just aware of the fact that I'm trembling like a leaf.
The guy calmly picks up his folders before looking at me and smiles.
" Why were you running like that?" He asks curiously.
"...." Damn. For a doctor, he's hot.
" You're probably one of those kids who don't talk, no?"
"....."
"Right. My name's Dr. Armstrong but you can call me Billie Joe."