Damian

The nurses found Abigail sitting in a pile of flowers. Flowers? Weeds. Grass and weeds. Dead grass. Dead grass and weeds. The little girl had a butterfly. A pink and blue butterfly. How it got in, they would never know. The roof was covered by glass and the courtyard was surrounded by neighbouring halls of the hospital. How did it fly in? Was it there the whole time? How was it living? They would never know. 

The little girl happily held the pink and blue butterfly. It happily flew around her and she smiled. She smiled, one of the few small smiles she has been sharing since the death of Angelica. The nurses want her back in but they know she’s in a fragile state of mind. Yet do they really care? No, they call her back, dragging her when shouting doesn’t work. Dragged back in by her arms and legs, she’s shouting and screaming at the top of her lungs. 

She was locked in her room. Locked? No. She trapped herself. She stayed in her room, her music box on loop as she cried. Now? She’s sitting on the floor with her knees up to her chest as Michael tells about all of the news of the ward. They did this often, she was too little to understand the adult talk about people in the ward and Michael needed socialisation. The past week she had trapped herself, two new patients were given an indefinite stay. The first was a little girl, just barely older than Abigail named Riga. She was in there for Avoidant Personality Disorder with her autism. The other, an early teen named Jim. The homicidal and fatherless boy, admitted into the ward for murder and rape of the girl that he liked. 

The story of Jim is simple. The teenage boy, with a knife stabs the poor girl until she’s bleeding out rivers of nothingness. As her final breaths get released into the air, Jim goes for his goal. The corpse collapses and the boy subjects himself into worlds of pleasure. His partner, the girl, lays lifeless as he mounts the dead corpse and starts violently violating the cold lifeless body.

The older boy tells the story on how both new patients are in the ward, perhaps omitting the part where Jim rapes the dead corpse. The little girl just listens intently as Michael relays the news to her. There was no reaction, no fear. The little girl just soaked up the information like a sponge to water.

After just under another half week of her solitary confinement, she finally comes out of her room to see the two oldest of their group holding hands, She steps out of her room to see Aiden and Damian holding hands, the little girl knowing that maybe they were a little more than friends. 

The two boys know she knows. The boys don’t care that she knows. She doesn’t care that them being in a relationship in a place like the ward is abnormal. Everyone is happy. Happy? Maybe not, there is not a lot of happiness in the ward but Aiden and Damian could perhaps make a change for themselves and their group. 

It was an average cold and windy day outside, wind howling against the windows as the two boys pace the halls. The footsteps echo in the halls. The boys had a goal, one goal. They yearned for bloodshed. No, it may not have been normal nor sane but the urge to harm, the urge to kill was the reason they were in the ward in the first place. 

Echos? No. The footsteps did not echo. They resonated throughout the entirety of the hallway. Sound reverberating off the empty corridor. One, two, one, two, steps falling in sync. They enter a room. Who’s? #684. Who was that? Either of them knew and neither of them cared. They just needed to kill. How, the workers were a lot more careful since the incident with patient #517. How, they kept an eye on everyone who could be a threat. How, they kept an eye on Damian because of the recklessness that he has during an episode when Aiden is with him. They were never left alone together for too long but the short amount of time they were could be used for their… success per se. 

They would crash, they would burn, they could succeed. That’s the limitations that the ward gives them. They lose their privileges from something that people don’t know that they did. Even though what they did was bad, it ruined it for everyone. Everyone except Abigail. The young girl was still free, she still had her own ability to roam and do as she pleases. Well, as long as it was inside the ward. As long as she doesn’t escape.