Ali Watson's Story

Ali looked over as his alarm clock vibrated on his bed side table, if he was honest the noise made him jump but he was more afraid of it when if bleeped and flashed sometimes waking him up. He hated loud noises anything noise really the slightest bang on a wall, or scrape of a chair in the dining hall sent his mind reeling with possibilities that he would get hurt or be in some sort of danger.

Sitting up in his bed Ali looked around the room the small but bright nightlight was plugged into the wall was still switched on. The dark was so frightening anything could come and grab you so lack of sleep was one of Ali's self annoyances of course he would love to be able to sleep a full nights rest without waking up screaming or hiding nder the bed clutching onto a pillow for dear life. The pills helped sometimes giving Ali a few hours peacefully sleep it was just when they finnaly wore of was when he woke up in a frightful state.

The nurses entered his room and smiled softly " c'mon Ali lets get going" she said leaving the door open for when he wanted to leave. He washed his face and sorted out his hair to fall over his eyes. He changed his clothes quickly putting on the uniform and placing his pyjamas back into the bed for later that night.

Slowly walking to the door Ali rubbed his hands nervously as he peered around the door for anything dangerous, he wish he could just stay in his room but they wouldn't let him, he didn't feel safe anywhere in this place at all. He didn't feel safe anywhere really.

Ali walked swiftly picking up his medication and swallowing it down, he couldn't feel it helping him he was still scared and nervous. What was the point of taking them at all if they didn't help? He looked around there wasn't a lot of people around at all which worried him and relieved him too. Rubbing his hands again he walked slowly to the cafeteria pausing every now and then to look behind him.

The cafeteria finnaly came into his view there was someone there, the multipersonality one, he didn't know his name. Ali kept his eyes on the floor as he walked to the otherside of the room a seat with a window was best if anything bad happened Ali could either hide or jump out the window.

Nate watched as the patients shuffled into the cafeteria, one by one. The first to arrive was the girl on suicide watch. She came in the day before, covered in scars and blood. It took everything Nate had to not let Syn take over and do his dirty work. The only reason Nate could figure out why Syn didn't, because he knew he could if he had truly wanted to, was because he predicted a better opportunity in the near future. Nate was afraid of that. He watched her walk in and find a place to sit, all alone, just like most new patients. He knew she'd find her someone soon enough. They all did, or at least that's how it seemed.

Next to scurry in was the PTSD patient, the one who would flinch at the slightest noise, it seemed. Syn knew he'd get to play with him soon enough. He just hadn't figured out how yet. He wanted it to be perfect, as always. Trailing behind him was the other multiple personality patient, Robin. Both Nate and Syn found her intriguing. Nate watched her slender body float across the cafeteria. She got the same thing as always, toast and water, and sat in her usual spot. He watched her battle her own “other.” It seemed that Bobbie, as she seemed to be called, stuck around and spoke with Robin more than Syn did with him. Syn preferred to remain quiet and wait for his turn, only piping in when he felt something to gain from it.

“SHUT UP BOBBI! LEAVE ME ALONE FOR ONCE, PLEASE!” Nate looked up from his plate of eggs. So did Syn. He could feel Syn sliding past his forces, but it was no use trying to fight him when he mind was made up. Nate has left the building. Syn was in. He smirked, placing his hospital safe fork on the table, his breakfast barely touched. He scooted back in his chair, loudly propping his feet on the table so that everyone could hear, enjoying the view as Robin quickly retreated and avoided all glances. Perhaps today would be interesting after all. It had been awhile since Syn had any fun.

Felix soon followed into the cafeteria. He was a known rapist and killer, and Syn had taken a sort of liking to him. Although they've never really interacted outside of group therapy or the occasional recreation activity, Syn always watched from a distance. Nate would normally try to avoid guys like him, especially given his past. Syn has a sort of love-hate thing for Felix. An urge to destroy, as well as an urge to swap stories and become pals. This was part of the reason Syn mostly kept his own distance. He hadn't made up his mind yet.

Down the hall, screaming could be heard. A girl, a voice unrecognized. Syn had a knack for recognizing voices, so this girl was obviously new. His theory was proven when she was escorted into the cafeteria by a couple nurses, tears running down her face. She quietly ate her toast and kept to herself. Typical, no fun. Then, Robin stood. This peaked Syn's attention. He watched patiently, wondering what was going to happen. He saw something in her change. The switch had happened. He knew all the signs. His smile grew, became more menacing, taking full control over Nate. He watched Bobbi walk over to the new girl and down her milk. “So what the fuck is wrong with you?” Maybe this will be fun after all.

Finally, the guy with a bad attitude and a limp joined the group. He watched him as he scanned the cafeteria for a decent spot to sit. Please not here, please not here, please not here. I'm not liable for what happens to you if Syn decides to take over.. Unfortunately for all parties involved, he stumbled his way over and plopped into a seat at his table. As he sat, he glared at Nate, as if to threaten him. This made Syn mad, and eager to show his power. He wanted everyone to know what he was capable of. He wanted the others to shudder at his name, tremble at the sight of him. He hungered for that look that people give when they're afraid, he thirsts for screams and tears. Overall, however, he just enjoyed fucking with people.

He kicked the chair next to him and stood. Pushing up the sleeves of his plaid button-down, he made his way across the cafeteria. He grabbed a chair, flipped it around and sat in it backwards, right across from the new girl. He looked at Robin, well, Bobbi. “Hey, Bobs, how's it goin'?” He gave her a cheap and malicious grin as he grabbed the girl's butter knife and picked his teeth. He peeked over at the new girl, almost forgetting what he had come over for. Fresh meat. He gently placed the knife under her chin and lifted it up, giving her a smirk. “Welcome to the looney bin, sweetheart.” He snapped his teeth like a dog and got up. The nurses had seen him and were hurried over. He put his hands up, halfway surrendering. The nurses thought he had calmed down, this being one of the less intense outbursts Syn has ever had. They asked him to step out of the cafeteria for a moment. “Awh, come on, ladies, I just want to see the freak show!” He began laughing that laugh that most everyone who has ever been around Syn before has heard. It's deep, dark, and creepy. The nurses warned him that if he didn't settle down, he would be forced to be restrained for the rest of the day and would require an escort to all activities. It also meant no outdoors at recreation time. Syn backed off, having had his fill for the moment. Nate came to and looked into the cafeteria. He knew what had happened, but could only imagine what Syn had actually done. He looked down at his hand, still holding a butter knife. He quickly dropped it and retreated to his seat, avoiding glances.

He briefly looked up, noticing the guy sitting at his table. When had he gotten there? How long was he out? He stumbled over his words, looking for the right thing to say. “I- uh... sorry.” “Don't be sorry you worthless fucking hero.” “Don't fucking call me that, you fucking demon.” “You'd be wise to watch that pretty mouth of yours. You don't want me to be upset, do you?” “Go fuck yourself, Syn.” To someone who had never met Nate before, it'd seem like he was just talking to himself, but in reality, or at least in Nate's reality, he was talking to another actual person, only he knew this person lived within himself. He took the image of a real person, just as the guy sitting at his table, Syn sat right across from Nate. Nate moved his now cold eggs back and forth on his plate, his appetite depleted. Today was sure to be a hell of a ride.

Alise sat up. Tear streaks marked her cheeks, and her hair was matted slightly from the damp. Swiping a hand across her face, Alise pulled her wheelchair over and struggled to get into it. Suddenly, the wheels slipped on the smooth floor, and Alise fell to the floor, crying out in pain. After more struggling, Alise finally got into her wheelchair.

Just then, a nurse walked in. Alise looked up at her, annoyed. "Can't you even knock? Ever heard of privacy?" The nurse shrugged. "Here, privacy is not important. What's important is your health." "Who cares anyway, I'm gonna die soon. Just stay the hell away from me," Alise muttered irritably. With much reluctance, she let the nurse push her over to the nurses' station to take her medication.

After Alise had her meds, the nurse wheeled her out of the station. "There we go," she smiled cheerfully. "Now go have your breakfast." Alise scowled, but kept her eyes trained on her lap. Keeping her head down, she moved quickly down the hall.

Watching the other people in the cafeteria cautiously, Alise maneuvered her way around them. Spotting a table which was not so crowded, she pushed herself over to them. These people looked familiar... She'd seen them around. She's also heard the nurses call one of them... Jeffrey, she believed. "Morning," she mumbled, staring off at the ceiling. "May... May I sit with you?"

Ali watched nervously at the people as they entered the cafeteria, most of them were being loud and it made Ali very uncomfortable. He ran his fingers through his hair pulling a few strands of them out, his eyes still darted around the room he was trying to find a safe place to get a bowl of cereal or a piece of fruit something quick that could get him back to safety of the corner of the room.

Seeing a gap in the breakfast table Ali stood up and walked to the table his eyes scanned the table as he picked up a apple and half a bagel with cream cheese on it. He looked around the room again to make sure no one was behind him, walking back he returned to his seat feeling much better being able to sit down in a safe place and watch everywhere so that he would be safe.

Chewing the apple slowly he stared at the table.

Ali jumped as the bell rang, he still want used to the sound. It shook right through his body, rubbing his hands he fnished the bagel and threw the apple core in the trash. He yet again waited for an opertunity to move again, he noticed a gap in people before he stood and walked quickly and quietly to the recreation room.

He paused just outside the doorway looking around the room, he really enjoyed doing jigsaw puzzles yet again in the corner of the room it was the only confirmed place of safety for him he could still watch for danger and be sure that nothing would get him from behind.

Taking a deep breath Ali walked quickly over to the puzzles, selecting one at random he had completed a few of them during his stay and could figure out which ones he had already done. He cradled the box to his chest and walked to one of the corners of the room tipping out the puzzle peices onto the table. Now the process of sorting out the edges from the normal peices.

He slowly rocked back and forth as he filtered the pieces in his hands he looked up every now and then to check the room.

Ali hardly noticed what was going on in the room, usually he was very observant of changes that occurred but he was concentrating on his puzzle, he had found most of the edge peices and was slowly putting them together. His eyes looked over to the arts table making origami animals, he watched intently but didn't look for too long incase they may have go the wrong idea.

That's how everything started with a wrong idea, a misunderstanding a wrong place at the wrong time scenario. Ali shivered and looked around the room again. He rubbed his hands nervously and continued linking the edged peices together carefully, still looking every now and then at the origami animals.

He did begin to wonder what would happen at group therapy he had a few uncomfortable experiences during therapy either ending up with him sobbing his eyes out or just shutting everything out, if he actually managed to get out of the room he would feel much safer, he couldn't deal with too many people at one time it was like he had no control of anything.

Ali looked over as he heard crying he didnt mind the sound of crying that much since he was so used to the sound of his own crying at night it was hardly a bother. He didn't like to see people upset either, he looked around and noticed a small box of tissues on the shelf there was a few dotted around the room. He picked up the box and put it on the floor he gave it a swift kick with his foot the box slid and spun towards the girl the box tapping her foot as it came to a halt. He hoped it wouldn't bother the multipersonality boy that was with her they were getting sort of intamate, he shivered getting a small flash of images in his mind.

Ali looked down at the table again slotting in some of the puzzle peices, a nurse walked slowly over to him. " that was a very kind thing to do Ali " she said softly giving a light smile. Ali looked over to the girl and then to the nurse " I know " he moved uncomfortably on the chair looking back to the table and searching through the peices the nurse seeing that she wasn't really going to get anywhere else with Ali today she left.

Kaylee jumped as something hit her foot. Looking down and hiccupping, she saw a tissue box. Surprised, she looked up at the direction from which it had come. She saw a black-haired boy looking at her. For a moment she looked into his blue eyes and saw him hiding there inside of them, but then he looked back at his puzzle. Intrigued, Kaylee thought for a moment. This kid looked like a xenophobic or a PTSD or a bipolar or something, which generally meant that she should not talk to him. But wasn't this recreation time anyway? She sniffled and wiped her eyes with a tissue and picked up the tissue box. She waited for the nurse that was hanging around the kid to leave, and then she got up to go over to him. But looking at Syn and Bobbi, she saw that they were getting... weird. She didn't like it, and knew that Robin and Nate wouldn't like it. But she was scared of Syn. So, an idea occurring to her, she walked over to Ali. "Hello," she said softly, holding the tissue box and trying to look as feminine as possible. "Will you help me, please? I need someone brave."

Syn could tell that the way he spoke to Bobbi made her shiver. He watched her stand from her seat and push in her chair.

"It's lunch time, lets discuss what were going to do after lunch time."

Syn looked at the clock. Hm. She was right. Lunch. Syn knew he'd have to keep a low profile to avoid any suspicion. He didn't want his future plans with Bobbi to be ruined. He watched her saunter away towards the cafeteria, her hips swinging with each step. He let a low moan escape his throat as he slowly got up and followed. He looked over at all of the other patients, who hadn't realized the time yet. Kaylee was at the table with the PTSD patient. When the hell did she get up? A nurse rang a bell to alert the others of the next meal.

He finally made it to the cafeteria and scanned the small room for Bobbi. He saw her seated at a table, alone, with her lunch, different than what Robin normally got. Syn looked at the option. Salad, sandwich, or chicken nuggets. Syn wasn't particularly hungry, so he just grabbed a ham sandwich and a bottle of water, with no real intention of eating it.

He turned to face the tables, found Bobbi and did his usual "bad boy strut" over to her. He slid his tray over towards her and plopped down in the seat next to her. "Hey." He gave her a smirk. "Fancy meeting you here."

He looked over and could tell the nurses were taking notice that he and "Robin" were actually talking. He coughed and straightened out. He wasn't used to having to act like Nate, but he would if it meant getting to wreak a little havoc and have a little fun with Bobbi.

He opened his water and took a drink. "I feel like I'm being watched like a fucking hawk. I swear if one fucking person says anything..." He shivered and shrugged it off. He was not going to let this get ruined. He was too close.

Ali looked over as someone spoke to him, he shook his head quickly " not brave " he mumbled slotting in a few peices of the puzzle in together. He saw that some people were leaving to get lunch he stood slowly and placed the box on the incompletes puzzle so no one would touch it he didn't like starting over again.

He looked around the cafeteria getting a salad from the counter and walking over to the corner of the room again he picked out the tomatoes and cucumbers, he didn't like how squishy they were he would rather have a crunchy salad with a nice dressing. He looked around the room again nervously, wasn't group therapy soon he didn't want to go to that at all.

Kaylee's brows came together as the boy mumbled. She had somehow thought that he would come out of his shell for her, but that was a ridiculous romanitic notion come about by watching to many movies. Then he got up and left, leaving her standing there alone and disappointed. Well, she would try again later. He obviously had a nice streak, or he wouldn't have given her the tissues. She just had to find it. She followed the other patients to the lunch room and then got into the slow line for food. As she waited for her turn she contemplated her situation, still sniffling a little. She had always wanted to be diagnosed, and she would be in just an hour in the group therapy session. She had always known something was wrong with her. But now that it was actually happening to her she didn't really like it. Being branded as a looney was not as fun as she had thought it would be. She had somehow envisioned herself as cool by having a mental disorder and taking medicine. Somehow it would make her more mysterious or cool. But it didn't. Again, an idyllic notion brought on by too many movies and books.

Soon it was her turn, and she stopped thinking to get a ham sandwich and some water. The food here was pretty okay, nothing like what she heard about in the movies. She guessed that those movies were more about the psychedelic sixties than the scientific present. This hospital seemed pretty decent, actually.

She scanned the cafeteria, finding that boy who had pushed her the tissue box. She walked over and took a seat across from him. "Hi." She said again. "Thanks for the tissue box." It wasn't a fantastic conversation starter, but it would have to do. She hadn't thanked him yet, after all.

Ali looked as the girl spoke to him again, no one ever sat next to him for anything and to be honest he never really allowed anyone to sit close enough to him incase they attacked him. He face tensed as he looked down at the salad, he cut up some of the larger lettuce leaves to more edible chunks.

"welcome" he mumbled looking down at the table his hands trembling nervously, he stabbed at the salad and chewed slowly his eyes still looking around the room as well as covering the exits and other doorways.

He didn't know why he gave the tissues to the girl, she was crying and Ali supposed that if she had cried anymore all the nurses would have come in and everything would have gone really bad really fast.

Kaylee watched the boy silently freak out. She was worried for him. She didn't want him to be so scared. She just wanted to talk to him. This whole place reminded her of the Pink Floyd line, 'Hanging on in quiet desperation/ Is the English way.' Quiet desperation. That was how everybody lived, wasn't it? Just hanging on, some hoping to be noticed, some hoping to remain unheard. "Hey," She said, desperately wanting to comfort him. "You don't have to hide. I'm not going to hurt you. No one's going to hurt you. Is that why you're in here? Somebody hurt you?"

Kaylee frowned, taking pity on the poor kid. Whatever had happened to him, he didn't deserve it, and he wasn't going to talk about it. Kaylee got up with her sandwich, which she hadn't touched, and moved over to the table with the piano girl and the other girl. "Hi." she said. "What are your names?"

Emily walked into the cafeteria holding the hand of a nurse, she was scared, terrified. every one around her looked so different. "now dear you're plenty old to stay here now." The nurse said with a smile that didn't calm Emily's nerves. The nurse showed her the lunch options and had her chose. After she spent a long time staring at the food she chose the chicken nuggets and milk.

After the nurse said goodbye and left her alone Emily couldn't think of where to sit, the girls sitting at the table seemed nice except for one who seemed mean. The only other girl was talking to a boy and even though she couldn't comprehend how close they where talking she knew not to sit there in fear of being bullied.

Yet there was a boy, sitting alone and seemed to be as scared as she did. A small side of her said not to sit there but the larger half of her curiosity got her and she wondered over to his table and sit across from him. "U-um....hi...my name is Emily and..." A small childish smile grew on her face. "Hi"

It had all happened in such a flash, these past few weeks had just been like one big black for Emma. One minute she had been out, having a quiet drink with her friends the next, she was sitting in a police car being deemed insane.

Emma was shaking violently, not because she was cold, but because was scared of her company. She looked up to see her fellow passenger. She was a woman, with a soft face and blonde hair that came down in ringlets down to her shoulders. She smiled Emma reassuringly when she saw her looking at her and placed a beautifuly maincured hand on her knee, 'We'll be there soon.' She told Emma reassuringly, giving another smile that didn't quite match her eyes. She doesn't really care, Emma thought She's paid to be care by the state.

With all the will she could muster, Emma averted her eyes away from the woman to the driver the car. A man. He had a dark hair that was styled with an army style buzz cut. He was also wearing shades to protect his eyes from the sun. This made him look intimating to a 'normal' person, let alone someone like Emma. Emma quickly averted her eyes away from the driver to her shaking hers. It was bad enough being in the same car as him, let alone staring at him. The thought she was going to have to look at him, and be accompanied to this 'institute ' by him gave her mixed feelings. On one hand, She wanted to punch the guy in the face, like she did the guy at the bar. However, on the other, she wanted to run, as far away from him as she could. Running seemed like the best option.

The main building of the institute was soon looming over her and Emma was suddenly scared for a completey new reason. What would these people be like? Would they be dangerous? Would she get hurt? Emma cast her eyes down to her feet, hoping, quite childishly, that if she didn't look at the place, It would go away.

The car pulled up outside the main entrance of the building, pulling the handbrake up sharply, the shady police officer opened his door and got out of the car. oh god Emma let out a long shaky breath, trying to prepare herself, to pscyh herself not to hit this man. Luckily, the blonde woman had also got out, and just as shady guy was about to reach for the door handle, she touched his arm and said something that made him step away, to allow the woman to open the door. Thank the lord Emma relaxed a little. This was going to be a long or deal.

'Come, Miss fuller, we must settle you into your new surroundings' The woman coaxed, offered her hand to Emma. She took it shakily, keeping her eyes on shady guys at all times as she passed him. She didn't him, just like all the others.

After Emma had thanked and said goodbye to the blonde women, she was told it was recreational time and there were activites for here to choose from in the activity area. When she asked about her things she was told that her escorts had brought in her and it would be in her room shortly. that man's touched my things the thought made Emma's body tense up a little as she was shown into the activity room. She saw a guy and girl nervously sitting together, not really talking. They looked as nervous as she did, but she had a feeling it wasn't for the same reasons. She awkwardly brushed past the table they was sitting at and grabbed a piece of paper and a pack of pens from the shelving unit. She looked around the room. There was no where else to sit and draw other than the table the guy and girl were using for his puzzle. Taking a deep breath, she pulled out a chair and sat down opposite them, not making any eye contact. If she couldn't see him, he wasn't there.