Snippet #2352320

The lubricious haze in his eyes was slowly dwindling as his mind wandered away from the bitter-sweet memory and back to reality. No longer could he focus on the woman who bared an uncanny resemblance to his so-called crush, and no longer could he look outside where he knew she would still be alive and happy without him, albeit a little scarred on the inside. It was true, he didn’t regret, and perhaps that was exactly the reason why he would was here and would be forever more. The silence was uncomfortable and he found himself counting the ticks in his head, thereby ultimately counting the seconds up until someone would finally break the silence. His dulled eyes watched his hands, his trembling fingers, as they grasped at the material of his loose fitting black pants; they weren’t allowed to wear what they desired, only what was offered to them by the asylum. It was a sort of sick fantasy they got from forcing them to wear clothes which barely matched and made them look like the idiots they were supposed to be. They stripped them away of any resemblance to a normal human being and singled them out by calling them insane just because they made a slight mistake or didn’t function the same as what was considered normal. Who was to say what was normal anyway?

His thoughts were running rampant as they tended to during periods of silence, but, fortunately, that didn’t last for too long this time before his doctor spoke up once more, yet it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Just as he had opened up to the woman, she was shooing him away, and all because he made her feel uncomfortable. Damian glanced up at her and narrowed his eyes, his mood now souring. He jerked his head away once more and shook it.

“I can make it back on my own. I don’t need an escort.” he grumbled and got to his feet himself. He never even offered her a goodbye or a simple smile or glance in her direction, he just turned on his heels and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind and causing the small clock to shake upon the glass table.

Upon returning to the Recreation room, he stopped a few feet away from the open door and folded his arms, his narrowed green eyes watching the man who leant against the frame. Yet again it was someone whom he didn’t recognize, another new doctor perhaps? Damian rolled his eyes, unfurled his arms and shoved past him to get into the room.

“I’m not having no more fucking sessions.” he bit out at him, shooting a sharp glare over his shoulder. He began to approach Tristan once more who was talking to that girl who had the personality problem (the one where she couldn’t recall who she was), when he was grabbed by the arm by the same nurse who tore him away from the blond in the first place.

“You’re not to go near him, not after what you did.” she hissed, earning a scoff from Damian and he yanked his arm away from her tight grasp. Once more he turned on his heels and stormed over to the other side of the room, snatching the book from the table he had been reading previously and plopping down on the floor with his back leaning against the wall. Even though he couldn’t go near Tristan, he still watched him from just over the pages of his book.