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Warded Mentally (me and Kiki)

Raziel99

Raziel99

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Jan 15, 2009
The darkly cheerful walls throughout the building were suppose to be a inspiration to all of the inhabitants, some sort of joyful image for them to correct themselves and get back to. But the rather dark cell rooms that they were confined in for their living space tended to gloom people that walked in and were told they were to stay there. Some of them were padded, in case people tried to hurt themselves. Even though he gave them no reason to put him in there, Alexander was in such a room, arms crossed as he sat down in his bed, staring at the opposite wall. His door was open, the time of day somewhere around noon, but he didn't feel like moving. The screaming of someone in Isolation cold be heard through the halls, and it made Alexander's lip twitch upward. It was because of him the guy was in there.

Alexander looked to be a ordinary guy, standing at about 6' even, his body average, skin slightly pale from the lack of sunlight now. His hair had grown to a shaggy medium length since he was brought into the asylum, being tamed simply with his fingers brushing it back. His face was slightly shallow, sharpened with a slight lack of nutrition. But it was his eyes that seemed to get the most attention: they were a vivid blue, the brightest part of him, that seemed to steal attention from the rest of his body.

There were two nurses outside of his room, whispering among each other, showing their own worry for the man. He hadn't spoken a single word since he was admitted 3 months beforehand, not a single word. They even had put him through some shock therapy to try to loosen it, but not even a scream came from him. The nurses left him at peace after a few moments, and he stood, leaving the room. Lunch was being served, and he headed towards the cafeteria. He simply grabbed a orange, sitting down on his own and eating it quickly, since there would be a group therapy session soon.
 
Kiki sighed as she wandered through the halls of the ward. It was just another day on the job, as boring as it was. The young petite woman hadn't always wanted to be a psychiatrist. But her mother had thought it to be a good career for the girl and being a famous rock star was a bit out of reach. Plus it did pay the bills so how could she complain.
Brushing her waist length black braid over her shoulder, her ocean blue eyes focused through her glasses at the clipboard in her hands. She hated having to have reading glasses it made her look so awkward.

Her black french tipped nail went down the attendance list for group therapy today. She hoped today's session would go well, especially with whom she had group with. Some of the patients on her list didn't really see eye-to-eye or mind-to-mind so to speak. Sighing again she finally arrived at the group therapy hall. Sitting down in one of the colorful padded chairs in the dreaded "friendship circle", she went over the paperwork for today's session.
 
He sat on his own in the cafeteria, slowly eating his orange, eyes downcast, staring at the table, almost as if he stared hard enough, he would burn a hole in it. The orange was rather refreshing to his senses, and he flicked the juices along in his mouth, though he was completely silent about the whole thing. It didn't take him long before the orange was gone, and he threw away the peels before walking off to the group therapy session.

The psychiatrist was already in, as were a few of the people that were going to be there. Not that they were very big, 1- to 15 people, maybe a few more. He moved to the far end, sitting in a chair and his hands going to his lap. His eyes stayed downcast, though, not making eye contact with anyone.
 
As people started to trickle in she put on the friendliest smile she could muster. Seeing Alexander wander in and sit down her smile faltered a little. Great...She had forgotten about Mr. Sworntosilence. This would be a trying session indeed. She started off the session with the typical questions: "Of how all their days were", "How well they had been these past few days", and "If they''d been sleeping well". Of course she didn't bother asking Alexander these things. He probably wouldn't answer anyway.
 
The psychiatrist asked the whole group the usual questions, skipping over him, having learned that he wasn't going to say anything. He hadn't spoken in a while, and had no thoughts to. Hell, he didn't think he would be able to after how long it had been. Everyone in the room said their answers quickly, short words that were meant to get it out of the way. The room was left to silence after, waiting for her to lead the way.
 
Perfect...No real answers as usual. Biting her bottom lip in thought she began their frustration exercises. Pulling out the little pink ball out of her bag that she had brought with her she tossed it to the first person to explain what had been frustrating them lately. This did just about as good as it did any other day. Meaning it didn't. She really didn't get paid enough for this B.S. Looking up at the clock she noticed that the group session was almost over and then she could grab lunch.
 
Great, the 'frustration ball' again. Just what they needed. Some of them were short on what was bothering them, others were long winded about someone taking the last chocolate milk. When the ball came around to Alexander, he tossed it aside to another person, head barely moving to do it all. Soon, the timer was up on the meeting, and everyone was getting up. So did Alexander, eager to leave the room. He made a beeline to the solo session room, since he knew he would have to go through another grueling hour of it for his silence.
 
Kiki got up and stretched before picking up her things and heading lunch. She took her time eating her grilled chicken salad. But once she finished her Mt. Dew she crushed the can and threw it away. Making her way out of the cafeteria she went over her solo paper work. The first persons file was a frustration already. Alexander...What was he her paperwork stalker today? Sighing she made her way down the hall to the solo rooms and entered quietly.
 
When she walked in, he was already there, sitting down in the chair, leaning back slightly as he made himself relaxed. He was completely silent, as the usual, and the therapists weren't very good with filling the silence with sound. A few of them got creative, learning a few things using objects and other activities instead of talking. But, most of them weren't that smart.
 
KiKi walked over to the chair facing him and set the paperwork down on the table in between them. Sighing she sat down in the chair and faced him. Removing her glasses she looked over at him locking gazes with him. It was then that she noticed how bright of a blue his eyes were. She was taken back slightly her own eyes widening. After her surprise was over she looked at him.
"So Alexander are you willing to cooperate with me today and at least answer yes or no questions? Even if it is with a nod or shake of the head. Any answers would be appreciated." She said softly blinking.
 
He hardly moved as she moved to sit, the sound of papers smacking the desk echoing through the silent room. It seemed to bounce off the walls for a moment before settling down once more. He turned his head to her, keeping his chin up slightly, though he looked her in the eyes, eyes that matched his own in their tint, maybe even being deeper. He simply shrugged, turning his head away, staring at a point in the wall opposite of him.

The clock seemed to slow down for him, and he was dreading that the session was going to take forever. He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to be cooperative with anyone right then, but he would have to wait it out either way.
 
Letting her head fall back at the shrug she sighed. Really?....A shrug...Oh my good god. Closing her eyes she tried to stay calm. It wasn't five minutes in and she was already frustrated. She actually found herself looking at the clock. He was the only patient who could possibly get on her nerves this much. "So I honestly don't know why I'm trying." She said softly biting her bottom lip.
 
He picked his head up when he heard that, so unlike a psychiatrist to say something like that. It definitely caught him off guard. He got up, slowly, so not to startle her, before walking over to the desk. He picked up a pen, moving the sticky note pile over to him before writing down something really quick. 'I'm sorry' was left on the note as he walked back to the chair, laying back in it, head tilted downward.
 
She noticed the note and blinked. Her gaze shifted to him and her facial features softened. "No I'm sorry. That was out of line for me to say." She said softly. "I shouldn't have said anything like that." She was amazed and apologetic at the same time.
 
He shook his head slowly at that, but didn't say anything else, didn't moving to write something, nothing. He wrote his message down, that was enough. He looked up at the clock, before looking back down. Boy, this one was taking a long time.
 
So that was it?....Just that small little instance...Oh well it was better than nothing. She wrote it down in her notes and then went back to staring at the ceiling. What had prompted that? Was it her being out of line? She thought about it for a moment and then realized how useless this whole thing was. She wasn't about to act out of line just to get him to write things down. Closing her eyes shifted in her seat.
 
The minutes stretched on for a long time, seeming to be a few hours. Uncomfortable silence. He was use to it, but this was... different, somehow. But that didn't stop him, just staring at his feet between his knees. His hand reached inside his pocket, pulling out a quarter, flicking it between his fingers to occupy himself. It didn't give anything away, really, besides that he gave into boredom sometimes. But, it was more of the oppressing silence that filled the room that forced him to do this sleight of hand.
 
She seemed to drift off at some point and she woke up noticing him playing with the quarter. He had done this before so there was no need to make a note of it. Standing she made her way over to the coat rack and pulled off her standardized white coat. She gave no thought to it. But the back of her white blouse was quite sheer. The back of her white bra didn't seem to be the boldest thing that stood out. A black pair of highly detailed demon wings graced her back. There was only a glimpse of them before she turned back around and returned to her seat. Crossing her legs she glanced up at the clock. Damn only 15 minutes in. Stupid hour and half sessions.
 
He was absentmindedly playing with the quarter, head tilted down, when movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. She had gotten up and removed her lab coat, and he was slightly distracted by the sight. Demonized wings on her back? What was this about? He sat up slightly, seeing if he could get a better look, but she was already sitting at the desk, and there was only a puzzled expression on his face.
 
As her eyes fixed back onto him. His expression was clear as a bell. "What's so confusing Alexander?" She asked biting her bottom lip. She had clearly not registered her small reveal.
 
He simply stared at her, his head tilted slightly, before her words woke him from his reverie. He stood slowly, walking over to the desk. Grabbing the sticky notes, he tore off the topmost one, crumpling it and tossing it into the trash before grabbing the pen and writing again. It took all of a half minute before he pushed the note to her. 'Wings on your back?' The confused expression never left his face.
 
As she read the note she realized what he had seen to confuse him. "Oh yes a tattoo I had gotten when I was 18." She answered simply. She was sure this would satisfy his curiosity.
 
As he heard her, a look like a slight 'ooh...' went over his face. He took the pad again, crumpling up the note and writing a quick message before going back and sitting down, head tilted downward.

'So the inmates aren't the only ones slightly deviant.'
 
She read the note and blushed somewhat. Looking over at his downcast gaze she blinks. "It wasn't an act of deviance. It was putting my favorite piece of art onto a more permanent canvas. Me." She said and then with a small giggle she added. "But my mother didn't like it to well. So I suppose you are right in a sense."
 
He nodded slowly, his point served right there with her last words. Everyone is a little deviant, it's just how others see it, and not yourself. His hand went to the sleeve of his left arm, and he lifted it, letting her see the rose tattoo on his outer arm. Something in common.
 
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