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Jordan had psyched himself up for this, of course, way too much considering now he had so much expectation on how he was going to act and what he was going to say. It was going to flake and fall apart in a second he knew it. David would probably know it too if he weren’t so damn innocent and just. Breathe. The few seconds he took with his back pressed to the wall outside their room didn’t really feel like enough time, not enough oxygen, not enough words. Probably not enough brain cells either. He still felt oddly rattled by his head injury from back at Cane Hill it throbbed occasionally but the dark ugly bruise was slowly receding back into his hairline and would soon turn from purple to blue to green, yellow. Then gone. They said he’d still have a little bit of a scar but his hair covering it would stop it from being obvious he’d narrowly avoided having to have his head shaven to administer the stitches. He was lucky he hadn’t cracked his scull open or something.

Of course alot of people suffered far worse injuries, many were still in hospital recovering from those injuries. David for fuck’s sake had a hole punched in him by a bullet. He hadn’t been able to do anything for him, he hadn’t seen him, he hadn’t heard at all. Jordan had been looking for him though in the chaos of everyone seemingly going mental (not that they weren’t already mental) trying not to get killed- that was what fear was born from. Not understanding something. But then Jordan had mused afterward that what did they expect to happen when they locked a bunch of psychos together and gave them any sort of vague freedom. Mass murder of course. Of course. Inhale, exhale repeat. Not many of Cane Hill’s previous residents had shown they recognised him the haunting behind their eyes betrayed all too well what they associated him with, the fear, the panic, the death. Of course going somewhere to be ‘fixed’ would inevitably break you more than most things would.

He pushed the door open and made to walk inside the wall obscured the beds from view and at first he thought the place was empty. “Hello..?” oh dear lord he was scared, of course he was scared. 

“Hey, s’me” he called back softly letting the door click closed behind him as he moved into David’s view. It was just like old times their beds in practically the exact same places as before (the one thing he liked about this place was the fact that there was hardly anything white, he’d never forget to appreciate colours ever again) and David sitting there and looking just plain ill. Jordan wanted to take care of him but he knew he shouldn’t, he wrung his hands awkwardly unsure of what to do with them fighting the urge to just go and scoop him up.

All and any silence that filtered between him saying hello aloud to the possible stranger that was now making his way into the room and the response from the familiar voice of his roommate was nerve wracking to say the least. David exhaled heavily, a sigh of relief leaving him as the voice graced his ears. It was nice, no it was amazing to hear the sound of Jordan’s voice once again even if he knew more then a simple confrontation was going to unfold in mere minutes. 

His eyes anxiously watched the space in the room where the other would appear, heart beginning to race in his chest. Then he saw him, the face, the hair, the eyes, the body, everything that almost felt lost in his memory over the time they had been apart. He couldn’t help but smile, the corners of his lips twisting upward into an unnecessarily large grin. “Jordan!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking, nerves still evident through the excitement that filled his voice. David didn’t want to move though, his body still ached and the fixings that had been done to him by the doctors weren’t the most pleasant of things to upset or he would have been up on his feet and moving quickly to embrace the other boy or well at least that was what he felt like doing but the knots that continued to build up in his stomach could argue other wise for his actions.

“H-how have you been…?” he asked, voice returning to it’s regular quiet pitch. “I was worried about you, I didn’t know what happened to you during all that chaos and I feared losing you, especially on…” his eyes shifted downwards, a nervous chuckle leaving him. “… especially on a bad note, no matter how silly that may sound I wanted to fix things with you before anything bad were too happen… n-not that I would ever want anything bad to h-happen b-but… u-uh…” He was rambling now, his face reddening as he caught himself going off about really nothing, making a complete and utter fool of himself. “S-sorry…” he apologized, teeth grazing his bottom lip as he began to nervous chew at it.

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Jordan rolled his shoulders the bones popping and cracking satisfyingly over each other and he let out a pleasured sigh but soon his stormy expression was back on his face, the crease between his brow deep with his hair buried firmly in his hair tugging on strands until he winced. Anyone who knew him well enough would know that he was overanalysing everything passing through his head and probably going to give himself a migraine. Nothing new there. He sat leaning against a wall down by the pools the water features he’d planned on letting drown out his thoughts were doing nothing but agitating him even further. Of course the root of everything it seemed at the moment was David. Perfect fucking David.

Shoving himself to his feet he moved swiftly and quietly through the deserted corridors he wasn’t quite yet used to, the prick of hairs on his forearms stopped him from slowing down. This place was fucking eery and far away from everything so no one can hear us scream he thought bitterly but stifled the thoughts. This was going to be the first time he’d been in such close proximity with David in around a month since the transfer and he was sure as he closed in on the door to room 111 that if David hadn’t driven him completely crazy before he was sure to this time, he tugged the door handle chewing his bottom lip restlessly.

So much had happened in the last institution that so many of them had shared, not just the passings, the horror, the shootings or anything else but simply the bonds that they all had made together. That felt different now, the distance between everyone heavy and evident in the air as he could recall each time he departed from his new room and passed a familiar face he got nothing, not even a small hello, not even a half assed smile, just plain old nothing. It was strange, no, it was depressing, after all they had gone through together you would think that even simple acquaintances would at least take pleasure in the fact that they could recall someone’s face, that someone they remembered from before had survived but that wasn’t the case.

David sat on his bed, back tight and straight to the head board as he allowed two of his fingers to gently brush over the bandages that concealed the wound to his chest. It still stung and it felt foreign, like it shouldn’t be there, that nothing had happened to have caused the injury but it had and the memory of that night was just foggy but he preferred it that way, he enjoyed that he could push it from his mind just like he had with the early events of his life, things that he now wasn’t entirely sure were real or just fragments of passing dreams. 

Foot steps could be heard outside his door, descending the rather large corridor and growing closer and closer to the room he resided in. He waited, listening, movements paused as fingers rested against the bandages. The foot steps seemed to stop just outside the door, a few moments later greeting his ears with the sounds of the door handle being disturbed. Jordan was here or at least he assumed it was Jordan, the only other people that would be coming to speak to him would end up being staff and he had no memory of needing any discussion with them anytime soon. “Hello..?” he called out, voice quiet and curious as the door began to press open, stomach knotting in anticipation.

natasja-silence:

‘So they gave me this shitty robotic talking device that says the words I type…I lost my notebook..Erm…Jesus..Hi, I suppose..God, this thing sounds like E.T.’

 It could be worse couldn’t it? At least they are trying to help you out instead of just leaving you to improve on your own.

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mermaidheather:

davidcarlisle:

mermaidheather:

davidcarlisle:

mermaidheather:

 What gut feeling would that be?

I dont know how to describe it.

I’ve always had a gut feeling.

Like at any moment something drastic can happen.

one of my closest friends can me transferred out.

Or maybe someone goes crazy.

its always a possibility here.

I worry.

 It’s not a unnecessary worry mind you, it is what could happen in the blink of an eye really but… you have to remember it’s an asylum so technically we all are already crazy.

that is a fact.

I prefer to say I am just a little different. I cant be cray cray! haha.

 Everyone in this world is a bit crazy, I personally know I am perfectly sane when it comes to what they believe I am diagnosed with but I know I do have some rather… abnormal thoughts at times as we all do.

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mermaidheather:

davidcarlisle:

mermaidheather:

 What gut feeling would that be?

I dont know how to describe it.

I’ve always had a gut feeling.

Like at any moment something drastic can happen.

one of my closest friends can me transferred out.

Or maybe someone goes crazy.

its always a possibility here.

I worry.

 It’s not a unnecessary worry mind you, it is what could happen in the blink of an eye really but… you have to remember it’s an asylum so technically we all are already crazy.

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mermaidheather:

 What gut feeling would that be?

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