Even though the boy had a array of mask. All to keep up the act of being a healthy good boy. He knew most of them had fallen off the wall he had secured them into the moment he was transferred into this place. The moment he got that stamp of being insane and having to spend his time inside a place filled with sick people, filled with people that had their own issues. It had been a blessing and a curse. People finally saw him as the stuttering crying mess he was because of all the trauma that was still haunting his head. The mask he had picked up and not taken off since the casket with the cold body of his sister was gliding down into the six foot deep hole in the ground. Over the next two years of him âsurvivingâ, even though it was more of a struggle, through his days that mask was getting heavier and heavier. Until he couldnât even take it off himself anymore⌠He was broken. His mask a meaningless smile as he walked through the schoolhalls. All the faces around him still filled with pity. Fuck he hated those faces. Even though they reflected perfectly how he felt for himself. A boy filled with a broken heart and hold up tears, he had no need nor use for people looking at him as if he was nothing without his sister.Â
Even though he was. He was nothing without Rose. It had always been Rose and Charlie, without Rose there was nothing. There were broken friendships since he couldnât keep them standing himself. Even the friendships he had made himself, the friends he had and hung around with even without Rose. Even those friendships died out because of his grief. Even Aislynn. Even his best friend next to Rose couldnât pull him out of his own head. Couldnât get him back into reality.Â
He had been the neat one of the two of them. The one that had his room at least a little organized, because if he wouldnât his head would be exploding more and more. On the outside he was neat. But on the inside⌠He had always been a mess, always been chaotic. As a kid he understood the world too well. The pain everyone was feeling, world hunger, poverty, war, illness. He understood the world was nothing but a rotten place filled with people whom all had their own problems. It was a burden a child would never had to bear, a burden he took onto his shoulder because it was the only thing he could have done. If it wasnât for the ray of sunshine his sister was projecting onto him he would have fallen down into the deep dark far before his breakdown the moment she died.Â
âAt least now I know you can agree with someone other than yourself.â
He murmured softly as he heard the redhead intern agree with him.Â
âIâm not sure about that actually. Itâs a pretty big deal if a patient goes missing there are a lot of things that could have happened and that could give the place a bad name~ And if there is one thing Doctor Wright hates⌠Itâs bad publicity! You should have seen his face when someone died on his watch. It was bad for the name of the institute as well as the mental stability of the patients that are in here and are actually struggling with the same thoughts on a daily basis~â
He would be lying if he would deny ever thinking about it himself. He had seen enough of this place to know some of itâs secrets. Including multiple ways of robbing your own life if you would be actually desperate enough. How long ago was it that Noah had found herself a knife and was bleeding out in the shower block? It felt like forever ago. A memorie clouded by his own sometimes protecting thoughts. Or Lucy in the kitchen⌠Demiâs old bunkmate in the toilets. He had seen a quote somewhere. One that had sticked inside the crevasses of his mind; The part of taking your life isnât that hard, itâs the planning. The imagining of dying and leaving people behind that makes it hard. The writing notes over and over again, making sure to have told a thousand times itâs no ones fault.Â
Even though he had been thinking about it. Been standing ready to drop off the ledge into the void. He never actually did it. Never attempted it. Only that one time. The hand filled with pills when Rose had just left him. And that second time in here but with so little pills fucking nothing happened.Â
Charlie didnât fear death. Wasnât afraid fo the grim reaper taking his soul into the beyond. That being said. He had left the urge to day behind. He would be fine if he wouldnât wake up the next day. But even the thought of taking his own life. Of standing in front of a robber in a store daring him to pull the trigger. Those days had vanished as snow in the sun.Â
Even with his bad nights, nights like these. Nights of him wandering the halls, punching walls because he just doesnât bloody know if he is awake or not. Even with those itâs alright. He is alright. His mask might be shattered and broken. And he is building a new one. But the new one will be a partial mask. One that will mask shit but will also allow the young male to actually feel and let him know itâs okay to feel. Okay to lay down on bed at the end of an exhausting day. Okay to sleep and see better times, see Rose dance with him through hallways they never entered, through rooms they never visited. He felt bad for having the intern be still in here at this ridiculous time in this terrible place. Just because she ran into a idiot that couldnât think straight. A idiot that couldnât shut the fuck up right now to let her do her job so she could get home and get some actual sleep. Something he also should do⌠Not go home but get some actual fucking sleep.Â
âIt most certainly is a lot more than I wished it was⌠I usually am able to get around here pretty easily without someone noticing me. But the times I do get caught is still too high. And yes, I also know that there are reports in there of me being seen on security cams. But that still doesnât make it better.â
He said as a small chuckle escaped his lips. One that got smothered almost instantly as the pad filled with alcohol touched his knuckle. He had been to occupied looking around, being stuck in his own thoughts to have even noticed the intern grabbing the stuff and taking hold of his hand again as she pressed the cotton onto the dried up blood.Â
He didnât like pain. Never had. Even though sometimes he craved it. Just to feel anything. The moment he was back, he could think a little more rational he feared it again. Dentist, hell no. Syringes, get them the fuck away from me. He even hated himself most of the times after injuring himself once again. The fucking aftermath of taking care of the spot, the bruises the joints that were screaming in agony anytime he would even move them slightly. He hated it.Â
âSorry Piper must have missed that~â
He actually had. Hearing the name made the sign come back. But as he had walked past it before, looking at the name printed on the plate next to the door he had been too far into his own head to actually remember. The downside of being awake for most of the day and getting little sleep. Things just went past you without even freaking noticing itâŚ!
âThatâs just volume one. Wright has 2 and 3 aka the full reports of why I was in the hallway, the excuse I made up and the time it took them to take me back as well as a extensive report of my current therapist when he or she found out why I actually was out of my room that night.â
Especially the latter was mostly empty. Or filled with a simple line. âCouldnât sleep because of nightmares of his deceased sister. Tells he needed to outrun his own madness.â Or something along those lines.
     The medical intern wasnât exactly a narcissist  - even though to the untrained eye it certainly seemed that way, it was just a matter of her hardly being in the wrong. She had an ego, that much the woman knew about herself. But it wasnât her fault that those around her were so blissfully ignorant and completely stupid. The gears in her head worked much differently then other people and therefore she was perceived as a villain in most cases. That was fine by the proclaimed dragoness though, she didnât like people any way and all their insignificant little problems and what they thought fun was. People were nothing but a distraction that would deter a person from reaching their goals in life. Those distractions were things Piper could do without. Instead she was much more in content with simply staying indoors and brushing up on the knowledgeable facts of the medical world that she wanted to be apart of. Or at least, the surgeon aspect of it where she would be performing all kinds of surgeries on people. Not all these fundamentally easy things she could do with her eyes closed considering it always seemed to be a dull moment with not much ever changing here around this place.
At the most, maybe sheâd get a broken arm to attend to and that was only if her boss was absent and busy with something else that the duty fell on his intern. But even then, it was a basic fix for someone like her. She wanted a challenge in her life. She wanted to do MORE and these remedial tasks that could easily make her go stir crazy. It was a wonder anyone ever got out of the insane asylum here - much less sane.
âShocking isnât it? If people werenât wrong majority of the time Iâd be more inclined to agree with them.â
    She stated point blank with a touch of sarcasm. The intern agreeing with someone who wasnât herself AND who was a patient was indeed a little shock to the system. But it happened.
    Forced to listen to the young patients ramblings, Piper would have loved nothing just to tell him to shut the fuck up. But of course she couldnât being a staff member. If she were a patient she could have most certainly had more leeway in her freedom of speech. Much of the time the witty little vixen had to keep her tongue on a rather tight leash as she mentally analyzed her own behaviour and how she responded to people. âJust one slip up is all it could takeâ She reminded herself.
The intern felt like she chided herself every waking moment of the day because she knew herself too well. She knew it would be easy to slip up in the moment, which around the wrong person could be a disaster. Piper was by no means a people person; they caused her migraines and their bullshit was too much to deal with. There was hardly a time now where she could think of someone NOT annoying her. There could be something in their body language, but mainly the way they spoke that always warranted an eye roll from the fire haired beauty. If there was a remote that she could point to the individual to turn off the irritating qualities about them that didnât drive the intern into forming headaches as she listened to their stupidity then maybe, just maybe she could be a little kinder in life. But of course that was being way too hopeful for any person.
âWell itâs a good thing I wasnât here during that time. Security just need to do their job better so no one goes missing.â
    Piper pointed out. If the security in this nut house did their job right, patients wouldnât go missing. Although she didnât hear of someone dying here on Doctor Wrightâs watch, that was new information to her. But she didnât exactly want to pry into that with a patient. If she was feeling curious enough later, perhaps sheâd dig into it herself to find out what happened. So for now, she glanced over at the boy momentarily with a knowing look.
âYou better make sure you donât go missing otherwise youâll be in shit from a few people. No matter how well you think you can hide out.â
    The intern pointed out, knowing Dr. Wright would be at the top of that list. There would also be his own doctor and therapists if he had any - which he probably did in a place like this. And of course his friends. Piper would have probably replied with a little âI told you soâ comment. She didnât doubt he could get around without getting caught majority of the time, but when he did it probably depended on who it was who caught him. Either they would be lenient with him or strict.
If it were Piper, it would depend on her mood. Like now for instance. Depending how things played out and if he didnât give her too much grief once she had him bandaged up, then maybe she would look the other way. The last thing she wanted to do right now was have to fill out some kind of paper work. However since she was treating an injury, the woman was a little screwed either way.
âIâm sure you did.â
    The intern muttered back sarcastically. As if he missed the little plaque that had her name written on it. She wasnât buying that excuse. But she brushed it off for the time being.
âReally? And here I was expecting at least ten volumes about your late night endeavors and rule breaking.â
     Piper commented with the small twitch of the corners of her lips.
     Once the cream was applied to his now sanitized and blood free knuckles, she took the roll of gauze and began to wrap it around the injured area. When she was satisfied with the required amount of gauze around, she took a pair of small scissors and cut it from the roll. It was then in order to secure it she took the white tape behind her and taped closed where she had cut off. With his hand neatly bandaged properly and by a professional, Piper was satisfied with the job as she inspected his hand once before letting go of it and standing from her seat.
âThere, all done. Maybe youâll think twice about punching things otherwise youâre going to end up back here and I wonât be so nice if this was intentional.â
    The crimson haired intern advised, now cleaning up the small mess of items.