Suicide - Chapter 2 - Psycho
I've learned some things from being in a mental hospital; killing yourself doesnt make you crazy, living does.
Living my days out here in Spring Hill Mental Hospital have made me crazy.
Looking at the same walls, staying in the same small room for hours upon hours makes me want to rip my hair out.
Not to mention the psychos who also live here.
I sit here in my chair at group, staring at the familiar faces I've been seeing for the past three weeks.
But as I glance around the circle, I notice a fresh face. Its a girl. Her hair is dark black and her skin is tan.
She keeps her head down, so I cant see her face. Im staring at her when a voice calls my name.
"Brent," Mr. Corps says. Ironic, I know. "Why dont you welcome our newest group member, Victory Johnson."
Victory, so thats her name. "Welcome to hell, Victory." I say with a smirk.
She lifts her head and looks at me.
Right then, thats when my heart stops beating like I entended it to when I shot the gun. I cant breathe.
Her eyes are a moss green and her lips are plump and pink.
She has high cheek bones and an all together perfect face. But its when she speaks, her words that kill me.
"Ha, I guess this is what I get for wanting to die." Her voice is sweat like honey, her words cutting me with a knife.
If feels like Ive been stabbed in the heart. Ive never felt like this before. What is wrong with me?
She offers up a sly smile, and I melt. "Okay, thats enough." Mr. Corps jumps in. "Victory, why dont you tell the group why you are here."
She looks around the group and then her eyes rest on me.
When she begins to talk, its as if we are the only ones in the room. Its like shes telling her whole life story just to me.
"Well, I tried to kill myself." So we have something in common. "I downed a bottle of my moms oxycotton. I was too scared to stab myself or shoot myself. I wanted just to pass out and die that way.My mom came home early for work. It was my birthday and she wanted to spend the day with me. I wish I could have seen the look on her face when she found me on the floor of the bathroom."
She broke her eyes from me and looked at Mr. Corps. "Okay, good. Your opening up to us, that's a start."
Mr. Corps says, writing something on his clip board. I continue to stare at Victory while the rest of the group goes over their stories for her.
Finally, its my turn to speak. "Brent, why don't you tell Victory what brought you here."
I shift in my chair at the sound of her name. For some reason, I have butterflies in my stomach.
But I don't let her know that. "Why not? So I shot myself in the chest. I was in my room and my parents were at work. I thought I was for sure going to die, but then our maid found me. Guess I didn't think it through enough." I shrug my shoulders and smile, trying to seem like a tough guy.
She doesnt reply, but keeps staring at me. "Well that's all for today. Jack and May will escort you back to your rooms."
Mr. Corps stands and exits the room. Now is my chance.
As we line up, I walk over to Victory and stand next to her. "I'm Brent Skyes."
I offer her my name, hoping she'll talk to me. "Victory Johnson, but you already know that."
She smiles and I see a twinkle in her eye. I smile back at her, staring like an idiot.
What the hell is wrong with me? "Come on you two." Jack says from the door.
I break my gaze from Victory to see that we are the only ones left in the room.
We begin to walk out the door and down the hall.
"So you shot yourself. You must have a pretty bad scar." Victory says.
"Yeah, it's awesome." I smirk and lift up my shirt, exposing my toned abs and long scar above my right peck.
She does something I dont expect.
Carefully, she runs her hands a long my chest, tracing the scar with one finger.
I shiver under her touch, my body begging for more.
We reach the end of the hall where the boys and girls rooms are split.
"Well, see you later psycho." She leaves me with a smile and then heads in the opposite direction.
I stare after her like a puppy dog staring after its owner. "Come on lover boy, lets go." Jack says,
grabbing my arm and pulling me towards my room.
"Lover boy, come on. I'm so not in love with her." I reply, following behind him.
"Have you seen the way you look at her?"
"Dude, shes hot. I want a piece of it, thats it. There is no way Im in love with her."
"Suit yourself." He says, unlocking my door and allowing me inside.
I walk in and sit on my bed as he shuts and locks the door behind me.
I lay back on my bed, crossing my arms behind my head. I stare at the ceiling and think.
There is no way at all that I could love Victory, I just met her.
Of course I'd love to bang her, but thats it.
I mean, how could I fall in love with a freak who tried to kill themselves? I don't even love myself.
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