Zacky Docker's Story

Zacky hadn't slept well. In fact, he didn't sleep that entire night before crashing the session. He hadn't taken his medication since yesterday as he walked, well, more like stumbled, his way towards the session. He knew the consequences if he didn't take his medication, for he would probably forget what he was doing during the walk there. He didn't care, he needed to know where his sister was. It was bad enough that he wasn't allowed anywhere near Abbie, and it was even worse that she didn't even know that he was there for his second time. Being back in LaBella wasn't supposed to be nostalgic, and he knew that and he really didn't want to go back. But somebody had to be there for her, to be a silent watchdog and guard her for the family.

Sure, he did finish what she started, but that didn't mean that he should be back in this hellhole.

He was starting to lose his concentration, and could feel the emotions - what meager ones that he had - drain away as his medication slowly wore off. It started by him seeing water dripping from the roof, followed by him forgetting where he was even going. His brain was starting to become scattered, dysfunctional once again, and he couldn't do anything about it: He couldn't remember where he put his pills, even though they were right in his pocket. What made it worse was that his symptoms were actually kicking in earlier than he had originally thought, and he wasn't wearing a shirt. His thought pattern had already been destroyed by the morning without him realizing it, and he had originally thought he should be sleeping, hence why he was wearing just his pants and no shoes or shirt.

Mr. Docker, your session isn’t for another two days "Who said that?" He spun around, hearing a voice from a distant person. It sounded awfully familiar to that one Doctors voice, which creeped him out. "No, I don't need a discount thank you." He mumbled afterwards, his brain already beginning to lose track of its own concentration. "Mwusjulus, I just want to find my sister, and a pair of socks as well." He was really starting to lose it now, he momentarily thought himself in a department store. However, his brain focused on what looked like a blurry version of the Doctor, and he stared at her, his voice consistently flat the entire time.

"You took my sister with you didn't you. And I'm next aren't I?" He started to get agitated. "I won't let you take me!" He started to back away, he seriously should have taken his meds...

Caroline Jennings

Caroline didn't make a move to the door, thinking about what the Dr. had said.

'and it’s like you guys don’t even care' How could the Dr. be so blind? Wasn't she suposed to understand the minds of us who are 'troubled'? Wasn't that her job? No because they have something else going on here, she reminded herself, thinking of the last time she had a visit from the male nurse. But I got him back, she thought, remembering the occasion when he had bursted in on her changing in her room, when she had used her long nails to scratch at him in defense, leaving bloody cuts down his chest.

Finally Caroline stood up, realizing everyone else had left while she had been thinking to herself. She gave a sigh as her stomach groaned, reminding her of the events that would take place after her next meal. Not my fault, I'm insane. The thought brought a slight smirk to her face. When in doubt, use it as an excuse.

She walked to the door and opened it, starting to roam the hallways with no real thought of where to go. She stopped herself when she came to the corner leading to the hall where Dr. Shepard's office was. There were two voices in the hall, one from her and one from a boy who sounded maybe.. in his late teens, early twenties. Without thinking, she listened to their conversation, seeming to get there just as it began. There was the typical talk the Dr. gave her patients, then some strange mumbling from the boy, then something that really caught her attention.

"You took my sister with you didn't you. And I'm next aren't I?" The boy said, sounding angry. "I won't let you take me!"

Caroline froze. Sister? Obviously, the boy had to be talking about the most recent disappearance, Abigail. Her eyes widdened at the thought of Abby's brother being here. Abby hadn't liked talking about her family, simply saying she had a mom, brother and step father who landed her here, and that was it.

Caroline would simply have to find out more.

You took my sister with you didn't you. Stephanie was shocked. In all her years here she had never heard anything like this before. Walking up to Zacky, she asked, "Who's your sister? I've never heard of anything like this before, I think I know her!"

Zacky was starting to lose his little bits of concentration, like now he didn't even realize that he had no shirt on. If he had only taken his meds, Zacky probably wouldn't be this aggravated, and he still could. If he remembered they were in his pocket, but by now he was starting to doubt he even had a mental stigma. The doctors from before said that it was a symptom to not believe you had a problem, and Zacky obviously didn't believe them one bit. Until they started shoving about 10 pills down his throat per day.

He whirled around when he swore he heard a horse run by him, and his eyes laid upon a girl that he felt like he should know, but didn't. Unbeknownst to him, he was staring at Abbie's best friend Caroline. He started giggling a little then, and it just couldn't seem to stop, even though his body language almost seemed lifeless. He refused to look her straight in the eyes, instead looking right beside her as if somebody else was with her. "You look kinda like my Abbie, maybe you are just another delusion my doctor says I see. That's why I wear socks you know." He was starting to lose his ability to stay on topic, and already thought he was talking to a barefoot person, the irony being that he was barefoot as well as his delusion.

Who's your sister? I've never heard of anything like this before, I think I know her He swirled around, and started spinning like a child trying to get dizzy for a few minutes. He instantly stopped and gritted his teeth. He started to mumble incoherent words in her general direction, until he finally could make a sensible sentence:

"Thinking won't bring her back you slut" He suddenly became aggravated, yet still monotoned, of almost everything around him, and he still thought that the roof was dripping. He backed away from the group, not actually meaning to hurt this girls feelings but it came out like that anyway.

Caroline Jennings

So she was right. It was Abby's brother. Without meaning to, a sigh of relief escaped her lips. Then, worry. If he doesn't know where she is, then no one does, she thought, pain coming to her face. She heard the boy insult the doctor, and was surprised, but it didn't bother her. It's the type of think she wished she had the guts to say.

Then she remembered the boy had addressed her. "You look kinda like my Abbie, maybe you are just another delusion my doctor says I see. That's why I wear socks you know." He said, making Caroline shakily smile. "Abbs was my room mate- is my room mate." She replied, looking at the boy, questioning yet not prying eyes on her face.

He looked so much like Abby, it was crazy, the resemblance obvious, it made her want to scream. He is so like her, yet so different, she thought. Her head beginning to spin. Who was she looking for again? She had a pain in her temples, that came right before her state of constant confusion that she got when she began to think of something that brought out strong emotion. And it hurt.

There was a technique the doctors had told her to use, but it never worked. They wanted her to close her eyes, and take a few deep breathes, but that always resulted in her beginning to feel like a fish out of water; never able to get enough air. She had instead learned one from a book, and although is was about a fictional character, it helped. The girl in the book had similar mental problems, installed by stress, over thinking and spreading yourself too thin. At least, that's how she under stood it. And Caroling had a matching scar on her temple, only she had two instead of one from when her neighbor had smacked her head against the kitchen counter on both sides.

Caroline took a deep breathe, trying to avoid the process as it often made her lose concentration on what she was doing, currently speaking with he missing room mates brother.

The fuzzy picture of the doctor appeared in front of him, and he looked at her blankly while hearing a background buzzing going on, sounding something like Abbs was my room mate- is my room mate. "Abbs? Sounds like something for my phone." He mumbled to himself as the doctor tried to get him to focus by shouting at him. Too loud he thought to himself, and covered his ears with his hands to hopefully block out the noise. He stared down at his bare arms, then at his naked chest, and stared at himself in confusion, and started to shiver.

"Where did my shirt go?" He stared accusingly at the Dr. in front of him. "Did you take it?" He started to search his pockets for any signs of his shirts, and instead came across a little bottle, which was white with little words that he couldn't read on it. He lifted it closer to his face, hoping that he could read what it said on it. "This isn't my shirt..." He mumbled to himself as he dropped them to the floor. Those were actually one of his sets of pills that he was supposed to take every morning and every night, but as stated earlier he was too distraught to care. Besides, they were starting to become less effective. With them in his system, however, he would at least be able to function like a normal child, instead of a disorganized mess.

He backed away from the female until that damned male nurse that always gave him bad vibes showed up and pinned him to the wall. Mr. Docker you need to calm down so we could give you medication Zacky wanted nothing to do with the man, and started cursing quietly under his breath while shying away from the man. He didn't like being manhandled, no matter how messed up his mind was. Sure, he would make lewd comments and gestures in public for no apparent reason, or forget that he had breakfast 8 hours ago. The one thing he couldn't handle was being forced to do something by another man.

"I don't like being man handled, sir..." He said quietly, almost pleadingly, but his lack of emotion didn't help his plea obviously. He just wanted his sister back, that was all! He started struggling out of anger, spouting off incoherent sentences with some English words mixed in.

Zacky felt the pure liquid calming rush into his veins as that Doctor injected him with the pure liquid form of his medication. Normally he just took it in pills, but apparently this was cause for an emergency. His thoughts began to refocus as he realized where he was. The hallway, near Dr. Shepard's office. He stared around blankly, trying to understand what was really going on. Back track, man, try to get your bearings, that is what the psychiatrist told you dude... He focused on his thoughts and began to remember.

He got out of bed, refused to take his medication for breakfast. So far so good, then he... walked down the hallway, the ceiling was dripping, and so many objects were floating around him, fuzzy people... Focus dammit! And he was ranting about Abbie, seeing some of her friends. He wasn't allowed to go anywhere near his sister, that was the order given to him by every doctor. Hell, he wasn't even allowed to socialize, given a spare dorm room just for himself. Like that did him any good. But, he called somebody a slut, didn't he? That one girl named Stephanie was just trying to help him and he yelled at her. It hurt him dearly replaying the scene in his head, no matter how broken and fragmented it was, it still stung him.

And his sister... Tears started streaking down his face as the realization dawned on him once more: Abbie, little Abbie, who he swore he would look after her when Step Dad was being his dick self even if he was on so many damned drugs, who he would help through some of her worse episodes just as she did him... He started sobbing against the wall, not able to help himself. The only reason he came back to this hellhole was so that he could watch out for her. That was his whole reason for hanging his step father, pretending to be insane once again...

"I'm-I'm so sorry..." He shivered as the cold finally hit him, and he also noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. "I'm sorry, Stephanie..." Even though he knew she couldn't hear him, since she had run away after he called her names. "I'm sorry everybody..." He kept mumbling apologies as he tried to regain his composure, but all he could make out that made sense once again was

"Can I-I have a shirt please? It's quite c-cold..."

Zacky was curled in ball in his room, his face blank, with dull eyes staring lonely at the floor, as he watched absolutely nothing. Everything about this place was clean, so there wouldn't be any bugs to watch, not even a fly. It was depressing in a way, but what did Zacky know about emotions? Those had been ripped away from him long ago, replaced with replicas and a wacked sense of timing. He could cry during the most boring moment in his life, yet remain completely motionless as somebody close to him died. He hated it, even if his medication helped him gain some of them back it wasn't enough. You know how embarrassing it was to stare at somebody who told a joke, only to laugh a few minutes later since for some reason you only found it funny at that precise moment? Didn't think so.

The only person that could somehow get a true emotion out of him was Abbie, and look where she was. Gone. Disappeared. Stolen. He didn't know. He just wanted her back. He knew nothing of any of her relationships, and frankly he didn't give a rat's ass. No matter what, he resolved to stay by her side until somebody more competent replaced him, which in his eyes was nearly ever other guy that wasn't acting like a jerk. He should probably work on his self esteem, but now wasn't the time to get side tracked. He had no leads, nothing to go off of. Even the Doctors seemed confused. He wouldn't know where to start, so he sat in his room, his art supplies all around him, his room a complete mess. When you lived with a disorder that impaired your ability to organize, things got out of hand easily.