All Crazy In Our Own Little Ways {Undertaker and VampireByte}

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(Name: Adam Robert Carson, Age: 16)

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There was a clear bored and lethargic expression in the boy's deep blue sapphire eyes, looking much like a stormy sea under a thick blanket of black storm clouds, much like the boy's personality really since Adam had lost everything he loved and cared for most in a signal house fire that had taken his home, his parents, and elder sibling.


Ever since that day when Adam had been five years old, his life had gone into a constant downward spiral, the boy having lived in various homes and orphanages around the state, never staying in one place long enough to call home, not that the boy ever would use the word "home" again in his language book, not since his own had been destroyed while he had been at school in the house fire.


And yet, Adam refused to speak of that cruel fateful day, when the boy's world had been turned around and upside down and twisted in all directions. But now, the boy resided behind door number 212 in Rockston Mental State Hospital, lying on the bed that had been stuffed in one corner of his room, a gentle breeze blowing through the practically opened window, ruffling the curtain that draped the window, the boy slowly turning his gaze to the outside world, not for the first time wonder why...
 
Here and replying now. ) 
. Ugh, sorry for poof. Some people came over. I brb for like 15 more minutes, but here's a quick reply. )


Dracul sighed softly, rubbing the back of his neck and gazing at the room before him. He had been assigned to this patient just yesterday, and today was his first meeting with the boy, Adam. Truth be told he often wondered why he went into this profession; perhaps because he could relate and help to patients or perhaps he wanted to see someone who suffered more than him, and feel good about himself. Nevertheless he knocked on the door twice, as was the custom in the hospital, and entered the room. He watched Adam for a minute, following his gaze out the window at the picturesque scene below; then he took out his clipboard from under his left arm and examined the medical records of inhabitant, taking the chair facing opposite of Adam.
 
Hearing the soft double knock against the door, Adam turned his gaze away from the window and blinked as a male Doctor entered into his room, closing the door behind himself, the boy watching the Doctor with a steady unwavering dark sapphire gaze before boredly turning his attention back to the window.


Did they really think giving him a Doctor would help solve things? Adam rolled his eyes, not looking at the Doctor as the man rifled through the papers that the hospital had on the boy, hearing each sheet of paper ruffle as the Doctor leafed through them, Adam already starting to take a disliking to the Doctor, wondering what on Earth this man could do for him.


Besides, this Doctor had no power to bring back Adam's previous life that had been taken away from him all those years ago when he was but five years old, now residing here at the mental hospital at the age of sixteen.


But then, the boy adjusted his position so that Adam was sitting cross legged on the bed, still ignoring the Doctor and slowly closing his eyes, not caring whether or not the man sitting next to his bed wrote down whatever Adam did, a thought that made Adam roll his eyes as the boy slowly lifted his hands over his head, stretching, the mint green hospital provided shirt creeping up with his movements.
 
Dracul looked up, revealing a pair of odd, yet intriguing eyes; one was a deep red color, and the other was emerald green. They both had long lashes surrounding them and had an unreadable look that agitated, or unnerved, most people who met him, and because of that, and other reasons, he wasn't in the habit of having friends.


"Let's see..." Said Dracul in his quiet way, leaning back in the chair, secretly amused by Adam’s actions.


"Adam Robert Carson, is it?" He inquired, though it was more rhetorical then anything.


“Your counselor, Mrs. Jefferson, put in a requested for me to come visit you. So, that being said for the next three months I’ll be coming here two, or three, times a week; on Mondays and Thursdays, and the occasionally Sunday.” He told the boy, turning his piercing gaze back to the clipboard, as he had been reading Adam’s known history and responds to therapy.All in all he seemed to be a troubled boy, but maybe being in a mental hospital was a bit much, as Dracul couldn't see any known mental illness aside from whatever the trauma of losing his parents may have caused. Still, it wasn't Dracul’s place to judge, he was a doctor, of sorts, and it was his job to identify what was wrong with the boy then his job was done. At least, as far as the board of directors were concerned.
 
Once done stretching, the boy opened his eyes and lowered his hands into his lap before laying down, bending his legs up at the knees, really in no mood to deal with yet another Doctor, the boy not seeming to be phased in any visible way about the Doctor's strange eyes, and truthfully, Adam really didn't care. After all, there was no such thing as normal in this great world of theirs in which they lived.


Not to mention that this Doctor, whoever they were, would find out soon enough that Adam really didn't want this, apparently not having made it clear enough to the ones who saw to him that the boy wanted no Doctor, whatever their bloody specialties were in their professions of the Doctor life.


Obviously the man sitting across from him already new Adam's name, so why should the boy say anything to confirm what the man already knew, a sigh escaping past the boy's pale pink lips as Adam closed his dark azure eyes, quite promptly making it knowing to the Doctor that the boy was ignoring him.
 
Here for good, and less poofy. ^^)


Dracul ignored this conduct; much like Adam was ignoring him, and proceeded to ramble on in a matter of fact way about various things, like how rare it was for the sunscreen to actually cause health problems, and how most people would have at least one heart-break in their life. After about five minutes of this he stopped, setting aside his clipboard and brushing aside a strand of ebony hair that had been blown in his face by the wind. He stared out it for a minute, listening to the cheerful shouts of patients who had “recess”. “Why don’t you go outside with the rest?” He said, his voice neither disapproving nor showing any attempts at endearing himself to Adam. “You know...” He said after a moment of silence. “I’ve been told that the reason people refuse to be help on a medical or mental level refuse because they’re afraid of what they’ll find. They’re afraid that something is really wrong with them, or they’re afraid of unearthing memories they tried to find from others; and they’re afraid that if those things are discovered, people will look at them differently, or people will laugh, or people will pity them.” He stood up, picking up the wooden chair easily with one hand and setting it down next to the window. “But I assume that’s not your problem, or is it?”
 
As the good Doctor chattered, Adam simply remained as he was, with closed eyes, hands resting on his belly, and not responding at all to anything the man said. But yet, when the Doctor began to ramble on why someone would refuse help, Adam slowly sat up into the cross legged position once more, and slowly blinked at the Doctor, an unreadable expression in those incredibly deep azure eyes of the youth.


Still, even though Adam said not a word, the boy's hands slowly clenched into fists, and the boy's lips pressed into a thin hard line. What in the heck did this Doctor know about this stuff? Somehow Adam doubted the man had suffered anything like he had had when Adam was five years old, playing outside during their recess break, only to have the boy's fun with his friends ruined when a police officer showed up and delivered the horrible news to the five year old that day.


But then, Adam's clenched hands uncurled and the boy rubbed his face with his hands, wordlessly getting out of bed, his feet bare, and padded away from the Doctor with the strange eyes, wrapping his arm around himself as if cold, though still refusing to say a word about anything, really not sure that he was ready to discuss with someone about his past, what had transpired, whom he had lost and what had been taken from him that he cherished dearly in his young age and life.
 
Oh, whoops I see that now. Misread that somehow... .3. )


Anyway, replying now! xD ) 
Eh, sorry for poof...And sorry for short post. Also I'll probably have to go soon, and if I do poof I'll be back in like 4 hours or so. )


Dracul didn’t say else. Instead he stared out the window, his eyes eventually drifting toward the cluster of trees to the left of the grounds; no one seemed to be going there, it was probably because the assistant nurses and staff wouldn’t allow them to go around there as they could get lost. Or one of the more violent patients could corner one of the other patients. And even though the possibility of that happening was slim to none, no one wanted to deal with the aftermath if it did happen. Dracul sighed inwardly, wondering if he should say something again for what for his words to take full-effect. Turning away from the window Dracul watched as sunlight danced playfully across the floor, and himself, the fappled patterns changing ever so often as trees, and clouds, shrouded the sun’s rays.
 

(Okay.)

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At the other side of the room, Adam paced, the boy's back facing the Doctor most of the time. But then, suddenly, the boy's pacing slowly slowed to a halt, though Adam still didn't look at the Doctor Dracul as the man continued to sit in his chair against the window. Without a word, Adam leaned against the white concrete wall of his assigned room and slowly sank to the floor on one side of the small dresser, hiding himself from the Doctor's view.


"That man...That man will be infernal to you..." Came a voice within Adam's head, a deep gravely voice in which whom spoke. "Yes...We both know that don't we...?" The voice purred, and then chuckled deeply.


"No...No shut up...!" Adam hissed in a whispered voice, not to the Doctor, but to the voice inside of his head.


For a few moments, there was silence, but then a soft sigh echoed in Adam's mind. "You seek to rid yourself of me? You know you can't boy...You know just as well as I that I am your only comfort, your only friend since the day you lost everything and everyone you cherished most..." The voice trailed off, Adam's hands clenching once more.
 
I am so sorry. >.< I thought I was gonna be back in four ours and I wasn't...Writing a reply write now! Sorry again. If I poof before I reply I will definitely type it up tomorrow, without a doubt.) 
Dracul stood up in a hurry as he heard Adam's whispered protest to someone, or something. Walking over he arrived only to find Adam along, no person, nothing; crouching down next to him he frowned, -a rare occurrence for Dracul, who didn't show solid emotions outwardly on a regular basis- was Adam having an episode? Mrs. Jefferson had never mentioned Schizophrenia anything of that mature. He didn’t really know what to do, he just watched him, it wasn’t like he hadn’t dealt with mental episodes before, on the contrary, many of his patients had experienced one during one or more of his visits; but this was different, unlike a lot of mental episodes he wasn’t thrashing about or screaming, just sitting there, hundled, with his hands clenched, looking wholly scared and agitated. Finally, after was seemed like hours ni the quiet room, which was in reality only a few seconds, Dracul gingerly layed a hand on Adam’s shoulder, staring straight ahead, as he thought he himself wouldn’t like to have anyone see him in that state. He didn’t say anything, no sympathetic remark, no rebuke, he just sat, his hand resting on the boys shoulder, wondering if he could recoil from his touch.
 

(It's okay. We all get busy. Speaking of busy, I will be just that this weekend with yard work, and will only have rather small windows of opportunity's to make replies.)

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As the Doctor approached, Adam really didn't seem to noticed, and simply buried his head in his hands with a groan, breathing hard, as if trying to resist whatever issues this boy was having with and within himself right then.


"No! This...This infernal being! Get him off of me!" Came the sudden voice in the boy's mind, and suddenly, before either could say or do anything, Adam's hands suddenly shot out like a snake, both hands wrapping around the Doctor's throat, a strange expression in the youth's eyes, Adam panting as his hands slowly tightened around Doctor Dracul's throat.
 
'Kay. ^^ It's completely fine. )


Dracul felt his breath shorten, reflexes set in and he found himself shooting out his right leg into Adam’s midriff, trying to control his strength as not to hurt him seriously, just enough so he’d double-over, he repeated the action, and, not waiting for a response, he reached up to the hands clasped around his neck, trying to pull them away by pulling back hard on the pinkies, a trick he had learned after his first day when a patient with a ‘fight or flight’ mentality tried to manually strangle him. He tried to stay calm, trying to stop the blurring of his surrounding, not even bothering with the phone in his pocket or trying to call for help, as the former would be futile, and the latter would deplete what little breath he had left.
 
A grunt escaped from the boy, and eventually, Adam realized what he was doing, the last knee to the lower stomach snapping the boy out of whatever it was that was plaguing him. Breathing hard, Adam stared with wide eyes at the Doctor, whose lungs were no doubt working to get back the air that had been momentarily cut off from the man.


"What are you doing?!?" The voice demanded hastily within Adam's head, the boy suddenly grimacing as a headache began to throb hotly behind his eyes. "Get rid of this infernal being before you!" The voice hissed, Adam actually trying to resist the thing for once, the boy burying his head in shaking hands.


Adam swallowed hard. "No..." The boy breathed, his lower stomach aching from the kicks of self defense the Doctor had laid on him.
 
Here. Replying now. ) 
Dracul rubbed at his sore throat, standing up and staggering slightly he made his way to the door, opening it and calling out hoarsely for the nurses that stood watch at the end of every hall.


Hurrying over they, a man and a women, set about dealing with Adam, and Dracul, refusing assistance picked up his clipboard and made his way out of the room, after utter a soft. “That ends today’s appointment….”


Sorry, I couldn’t really think of anything else…DX Bad post, I know. )


I brb too, gonna go to get some caffeine to recover my senses. )
 
The two staff members hurried in, one of them injecting the youth with a sedative, plunging the needle of the syringe straight into the boy's neck and knocking him out, the male nurse removing the needle as the two of them carried the boy to the bed and laid him down on the mattress, Adam suddenly looking completely different then the boy had been just moments ago, when their was a raging madness in those dark sapphire eyes of his.


And yet, as the kid slept off the sedative, Adam tossed and turned, messing up the neat white bed sheets, the boy having a nightmare, waking in a cold sweat just at 8 o' clock the next morning, the boy panting heavily and combing his hands through his midnight raven toned hair, trying hard to calm himself from the nightmare he had had.
 
Heh...poofed longer then I thought, had some stuff I had to do. Sorry!! )


Dracul awoke himself, but it was a little later, at around eight o'five or so. Grunting he sat up, slamming the alarm clock button down with such force a audible crack could be heard. Glancing at the alarm he rubbed at his eyes, blinking sleep from his eyes, staring blankly at the wooden floor of his apartment. He couldn't really remember the previous day, it was all a messy blur; slowly, bits and pieces of memory came flowing back to his mind and he recalled yesterday's disaster visit with Adam Carson. Still, he thought to himself in reassurance, the first appointment isn't always smooth, and he'd be going back in a day. Standing up he brushed his hair out of the way, it was a rich coffee brown, which was almost perfectly straight, aside from the slight waves that were present if he didn't brush them out.


Yawning he made his weary way to the bathroom, which joined his rather lavish apartment by a door on the wall to the left of the window, over looking the bustling metropolis of midtown Rockston*. Turning on the faucet, he leaned over it, splashing water on his sun-kissed face to wake himself up, and in the process wash his face; taking the bar of soup that sat next to the sink he lathered some of it on his hand and close his eyes, washing away with vigor. After the rest of his basic toilet, washing face, taking a quick shower, combing hair, he sat in a chair next to his master bedroom window, not feeling really hungry he contented himself with watching the cars pass by, momentarily lost in thought.


(*That was the city name, right? )


A nurse knocked on Adam's door, twice, just like the doctor from yesterday, then opened it cautiously, as she had heard Adam had attacked the doctor who came in before her the other day. After she saw the patient sitting in his bed she rolled in a trolley with breakfast on it and smiled warmly. "Good morning, Robert! How did you sleep?" She asked,the wheels of the trolley making a squeaking sound on the floor.
 
(Something to that effect.)

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Hearing the double knocking against the door to his room, Adam looked over as a nurse entered, carrying him in his breakfast, the boy staring blankly at the food, seeing eggs, sausage, and other various food bits on his tray, Adam silently accepting the meal given to him by the nurse, and narrowing his eyes at the food, the boy began to eat, not looking at the nurse who always called him Robert, knowing full well is first name.


"You know my first name is Adam." The boy muttered, sounding rather grumpy that morning, and feeling about as grumpy as he sounded, still trying to rid his thoughts of the horrid nightmare that had woken him that morning.


But then, after reminding the nurse that his first name was Adam, the boy refused to say anything more, taking his sweet time finishing up his breakfast before staring blankly at the small pixie cup with exactly four different pills waiting to be swallowed down. Even so, Adam really didn't feel like putting up with this crap this morning, and glaring at the pills, Adam slowly picked up the pixie cup before chucking it across the room, the cup hitting against the wall before falling to the floor, the pills clattering as they spilled.
 
The nurse frowned, step away from the trolley momentarily to pick up the pills. “Now, that wasn't very nice, Adam.” She told him, bending down to pick up the scattered medications, luckily they had stocks of all the medications each patient needed, but that didn't change the fact that Adam’s disagreeableness was rather trying at times. “I know you’re upset about yesterday, but these medications will help you with your…” Here she paused, thinking over what the right wording might be. “…difficulties.” She finished, dropping the last pill back into the cup. “Now, I’m going to go and get some replacements, and when I get back I better see at least the toast eaten; okay?” With this she pushed the trolley to the other side of the room and exited with determination to medicate the teen gleaming in her eyes.


Dracul rubbed at his neck, subconsciously, staring aimlessly out the window to the bakery across the street and wondering what to do with his day; he had been given a leave of absence for the day to ‘recover’ from his ‘ordeal’, though in reality he had been forced upon him and he could very well be going about his professional life without the slightest discomfort, still, that’s what happens when you’re an employee, not a boss; you can’t make your own rules.“Well, nothing good will come of loitering…now will it, Ira?” He murmured to himself, rising from his seat and walking to his closet to dress himself to go out.
 
In all truth, the boy really didn't care, and his uncooperative mood darkened at the nurse's choice of words. Difficulties...Yeah...That's what they were. The boy ignored her but did continue to eat, stabbing at the scrambled eggs on his plate, promptly ignoring the nurse until the woman pushed the squeaky trolley cart out of his room, the boy narrowing his dark blue gaze at her back before turning his attention to his meal.


At least however, Adam did finish all of his breakfast silently by the time the nurse arrived in his room. But yet, as the nurse entered, the boy was staring with wide horrified eyes at his hands in his lap, breathing hard and trembling, and clearly sweaty, as if the youth had seen something quite horrible or frightening, or both.
 
The nurse eyes widened and she hurried over to the bed, after setting down the pills, being careful not to touch the boy. “Adam, Adam what’s wrong?” She asked, wondering if he had choked on something in the breakfast platter. “Adam, can you hear me? Adam!” Taking out the company walky talky. “Ralph, I think we have a problem in room 212.” Said the women, kneeling next to the bed.


Really bad and short, but I don’t think I’ll be able to post a legit post until like a hour later, as I have some other things I have to do. )
 

(Okay.)

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The boy said nothing, only swallowed hard, still staring at his hands, seeing fire around his hands and fingers, just as if the fire was a glove. No...No...! It was happening to him too?!? That same, horrible fate...? Tightly, the boy closed his dark azure eyes, opening them slowly again only to see that the imaginary fire had traveled further up his arms.


Letting out a wild cry, Adam scrambled out of bed, knocking into the nurse but moving away from her, just as two male nurses hurried into Adam's room, seeing the commotion and hurrying over to him, eventually managing to restrain the boy after injecting the youth with a strong sedative before carrying Adam over to the bed.
 
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