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Title: 1-800-MENTAL chapter 3
Pairing: Seb/?
Author: Gibdo
Summary: Seb is sent in a mental hopsital
They put me in sector C: "M.U.P". Mentally Unstable Patients or Morbid and Utterly Disgusting Patients. The fat girl and that Pierre freak were put in there with me. Absolutely great.
At least I don't have to wear those white jackets like in movies. The bad thing is, I'm stuck sharing a room with someone else, shower with a lot of people and eat in a sort of cafeteria. Well, that's more than one thing but judging by Pierre's attitude, I better watch my ass in more way than one.
Some random nurse leads me to my room wich is on the upper floor. Room 666. Isn't that the Devil's number? Scary. The nurse shoots me a look of sympathy before opening the door quickly, pushing me in very quickly and closing the door twice as quickly. Now, I'm really scared.
The room is no more larger than my bedroom. I can spot two beds and two nightstands at the end. There's a window on my right but it's totally dark aside from the little bit of moonlight that it's letting in. I've been in here for that long?
Then, I spot a face in the dark. That face is watching every move I make. Light, please? As if reading my mind the face suddenly talks.
" There's a light on wall right next to the door, you can't miss it." He's right, as soon as I find the light I have to close my eyes from the sudden bright light. When my vision comes back, I find myself admiring the feature of the boy who's sitting on the bed.
He seems a little feminine. Pink shirt and tight black pants. Long black hair and a few piercings. He's good looking. Wait, I'll take that back. He's really fucking hot. Hello? I'm gay.
His hands are wrapped around his legs and he's resting his chin on his knee waiting for me to introduce myself. Fuck you. He might be hot but I'm not letting my guard down. He raises an eyebrow when I'm just staring at him.
" You can talk, no? I'm David and this is my little lonely palace. Sorry, I didn't have time it up." He says laghing at his own joke. I open my mouth and say:
" I'm Sebastien." I manage to say. David smiles and starts a conversation with me. Weirdly I already feel myself trusting him. He asks about why I'm here and I answer bitterly.
" I don't want to talk about it." He rolls his eyes and says "Fine me neither" and we both change the topic.
After what seem like an hour I ask what time is it. He looks at his watch tells me that it's already 7 pm. What? No, food? I'm going to die. As if he read my mind again David says:
" Dinner's at 8. You can take a shower if you want " Is he a psychic? I thank him and prepare my stuff for my shower. As I make my way out of there - after of course asking persmission. I heard him say:
" Seb?" He asked a bit quietly.
I turn around and ask: "Yes?"
" Don't drop the soap."
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Here's a preview of chapter 4 for your viewing pleasure.
I'm running in a dark corridor. Something's following me. I run as fast I can until I reach a door. I open it and enter the dark room. I try to turn the light on but it's working. Where am I? I walk a little until my feet hit a table. Am I in the kitchen of the hospital?
I hear a noise coming from the corner of the room. I turn around and follow it. Suddenly, I can see something on the floor. I kneel down and touch it with my hand. It's cold..and...lifeless? I then notice a hand wich is connected to a arm and this same is connected with...nothing. What the fuck? It's when I smell blood that I realise what it is.
A corpse.
Holy Shit. This isn't happening. I'm going to wake up and be in my comfortable bed again. Wake up Sebastien. It's a dream. Hello? Look, if I pinch myself It's not gonn...ouch! Okay, it's not a dream.
I franticly look around for any sign of life. I notice someone sitting in the middle of the room. I slowly walk to that person and I gasp when I see who it is. The person seems to regonize me and calls my name.
" Sebastien! Help me!"
Pairing: Seb/?
Author: Gibdo
Summary: Seb is sent in a mental hopsital
They put me in sector C: "M.U.P". Mentally Unstable Patients or Morbid and Utterly Disgusting Patients. The fat girl and that Pierre freak were put in there with me. Absolutely great.
At least I don't have to wear those white jackets like in movies. The bad thing is, I'm stuck sharing a room with someone else, shower with a lot of people and eat in a sort of cafeteria. Well, that's more than one thing but judging by Pierre's attitude, I better watch my ass in more way than one.
Some random nurse leads me to my room wich is on the upper floor. Room 666. Isn't that the Devil's number? Scary. The nurse shoots me a look of sympathy before opening the door quickly, pushing me in very quickly and closing the door twice as quickly. Now, I'm really scared.
The room is no more larger than my bedroom. I can spot two beds and two nightstands at the end. There's a window on my right but it's totally dark aside from the little bit of moonlight that it's letting in. I've been in here for that long?
Then, I spot a face in the dark. That face is watching every move I make. Light, please? As if reading my mind the face suddenly talks.
" There's a light on wall right next to the door, you can't miss it." He's right, as soon as I find the light I have to close my eyes from the sudden bright light. When my vision comes back, I find myself admiring the feature of the boy who's sitting on the bed.
He seems a little feminine. Pink shirt and tight black pants. Long black hair and a few piercings. He's good looking. Wait, I'll take that back. He's really fucking hot. Hello? I'm gay.
His hands are wrapped around his legs and he's resting his chin on his knee waiting for me to introduce myself. Fuck you. He might be hot but I'm not letting my guard down. He raises an eyebrow when I'm just staring at him.
" You can talk, no? I'm David and this is my little lonely palace. Sorry, I didn't have time it up." He says laghing at his own joke. I open my mouth and say:
" I'm Sebastien." I manage to say. David smiles and starts a conversation with me. Weirdly I already feel myself trusting him. He asks about why I'm here and I answer bitterly.
" I don't want to talk about it." He rolls his eyes and says "Fine me neither" and we both change the topic.
After what seem like an hour I ask what time is it. He looks at his watch tells me that it's already 7 pm. What? No, food? I'm going to die. As if he read my mind again David says:
" Dinner's at 8. You can take a shower if you want " Is he a psychic? I thank him and prepare my stuff for my shower. As I make my way out of there - after of course asking persmission. I heard him say:
" Seb?" He asked a bit quietly.
I turn around and ask: "Yes?"
" Don't drop the soap."
--
Here's a preview of chapter 4 for your viewing pleasure.
I'm running in a dark corridor. Something's following me. I run as fast I can until I reach a door. I open it and enter the dark room. I try to turn the light on but it's working. Where am I? I walk a little until my feet hit a table. Am I in the kitchen of the hospital?
I hear a noise coming from the corner of the room. I turn around and follow it. Suddenly, I can see something on the floor. I kneel down and touch it with my hand. It's cold..and...lifeless? I then notice a hand wich is connected to a arm and this same is connected with...nothing. What the fuck? It's when I smell blood that I realise what it is.
A corpse.
Holy Shit. This isn't happening. I'm going to wake up and be in my comfortable bed again. Wake up Sebastien. It's a dream. Hello? Look, if I pinch myself It's not gonn...ouch! Okay, it's not a dream.
I franticly look around for any sign of life. I notice someone sitting in the middle of the room. I slowly walk to that person and I gasp when I see who it is. The person seems to regonize me and calls my name.
" Sebastien! Help me!"