Patient #287
Room #8
Dissociative Identity Disorder
Paranoia Schizophrenia
Dissociative Amnesia
{Castle Grove Institute}
Tom raised an eyebrow as the girl seemed to drown him out, lost in her own thoughts. “Excise me?” His voice was clean, curt. Tom waved a marred hand in front of the girl from his bedside. The blonde gave a disgusted growl, head falling back onto his linen pillow. Tom wasn’t in a very sociable mood. He never was, in truth. He was on the edge of one of his low points, one of his withdrawals. It was not a good time for him, it never would be. He’d hurt people for much less trouble than this girl was giving him. Much less. The boys fingers tapped themselves against his chest, hollows of his bones echoing into his heart.
The blonde did not nod at the others words, he simply eyed the golden brunette from across the room, lips set in a grim line; eyebrow quirked in a questionable fashion. He grunted at a few of her statements, nodding at the girls name. Lisa-Jane. Lisa. Simple, cute, innocent. Sad to see a good ol’ girl like her mixed up in the nuthouse. He knew better, however. A cute face and kind demeanor didn’t mean you weren’t fucked in the head. It just meant you were better at hiding it than everyone else. Tommy rarely hid himself. He’d been hiding for so long as a child. Always tucked beneath the stairs, chained and tied, like an animal who had misbehaved. No, Tommy Parker refused to hide any longer. You’re Thomas. Thomas… The blonde snapped his head up, jaw clenching at the utter of his birth name. “Don’t fucking call me that.” The boys eyes focused, body readying itself. “It’s Tom or Tommy, got that?” His lip curled. “Nothing else.” It never would be Thomas. Never again.
Lisa’s smile quickly faded, and her happy expression was replaced with a confused one instead. She winced at his words as though they had personally hurt her. Which they had, in some form. Lisa was like that; easily hurt, easily offended by the tiniest little things. She didn’t mean to be that way, she just was.”Oh.” She mouthed the word mutely, taking an absentminded step away from his bedside. She took a few steps backwards until she finally hit the wall, bumping her head against it; making her cheeks slightly fluster at the embarrassment at having been so awkward. Lisa simply held her chin high, and played it off as though she’d meant to do that, then started leaning on it in a casual manner. “Alright then, Tom or Tommy. Won’t mistake it again.” She nodded once, giving a the best smirk she could possibly muster. Why the hell are you so upset? I’m not… Yes you are. What is wrong with you? All he said to you was to call him Tom or Tommy. That’s it. It’s not like he wanted to offend you or nothin’. I know… So? She bit down on her lip, feeling as though she’d end up with tears if she didn’t control herself.
“…There’s no need to get so riled up over a name, you know.” She muttered after a few moments, still refusing to meet eye contact. Her expression held irritation— irritation with only herself, of course, but mostly hurt. She was hurt with his reaction to such a simple thing as a name. She didn’t mean to mistake it; she’d never do such a thing. She herself was particular with names at times. She still believed he was over reacting… Then again, she too was over reacting over a simple little thing, but the accusation had not even crossed her mind. She sighed, mumbling an incoherent statement to herself in a low tone that only she could comprehend. It was usual for Lisa to get so upset over such a little tiny thing as a cuss word, or a demanding request. But still! But what?! You’re so sensitive, it’s annoying. She rolled her eyes in an almost defensive manner, now crossing her arms over her chest. The truth was; Lisa was doing these actions towards herself, they were no where near directed towards Tommy. Lisa wasn’t upset with him in any way at all, she was simply hurt by his words.
Lisa stepped swiftly out of her room, not having the want to stay in there any longer, being as though all she did was pace about and let her thoughts get the better of her. To be quite honest, she was tired of listening to herself over and over again, it got to be a bit of a bother after a while to be quite honest, being as though herself wasn’t a very entertaining (or nice) person. She slammed the door behind her, thinking herself awfully rude for doing such an action, but it being too late for her to actually take that back. So she said a quick, “I’m sorry,” to the door, and made her way promptly down the hall with the slightest pang of guilt in her chest.
She began to hold her hands behind her back in a proper manner, taking careful and cautious steps down the long hallway, chin up and lips pursed, probably giving off some kind of impression that she was a pretentious being who only thought about herself. Which was exactly what she was trying to portray. She thought herself doing pretty well, and she tried not to grin in triumph at how good of an actor she was at the moment. She was basing her performance upon someone— a certain someone. She kept the act up for the next few moments, doing her best as to keep the look of complete and utter seriousness placed upon her face. She found it entertaining in a way, especially since she didn’t have much to do. As a matter of fact, Lisa was pretty good at finding entertaining things to do. Then it became boring, and she gave up on the action, returning her posture and facial expression back to normal.
She started to walk a straight line down the hallway, her intent plainly focused on the steps she took, ears listening in on the pattern of her foot steps. She stopped abruptly at a door number, now focusing her attention on the room number and whose room it was, exactly. Eddie. She thought, nodding her head in decision. They’d planned to meet one of these days any ways, so what was the difference between any day and today? She smiled genuinely to herself, taking a step towards the door; clearing the distance. She debated for a moment before knocking on the door a few times, letting the sound of it echo through her mind. She leaned herself up against the wall, arms crossed over her chest. Her thoughts were quieting down now, letting her have the slightest bit of peace while she was waiting, impatiently.
Tom let his arms rest in his lap. His expression held disdain, irritation. She’s just a girl. A silly girl, he thought. “Doesn’t matter if you’re a cat or not, darlin’.” He mused, remembering the cat that had been murdered last month by a certain psycho someone. “Animals don’t just suffer in this place,” The blonde continued. “Everyone does.” He thought of Gil’; of Timothy of Abby and of Eddie. Of his lost roommate, Anthony. In that moment Tommy Parker thought of everyone. It overwhelmed him, causing the needle-like throbbing against his temple to grow, beating into his soft flesh. The boy cringed, hand rushing to his temple, massaging the thoughts away. Futile, really. “Everyone.” The blonde leaned back onto his bed, eyes finding their way back to the strange girl still planted in his room. God. Why did everyone seem to enjoy the boys company here? In Chicago they’d left him well alone, he’d only bothered others for his own enjoyment. Here, everyone wanted a piece of him.
“Knocked,” Tom laughed, crossing his arms behind his head and sighing. “Yeah. I really should have just slammed the door into that pretty little face of yours.” Tom let the malice slither through his words, burrowing there in his tone. “That would have taught you a lesson.” A smirk broke on his lips. “Too later for that, too.” Tom closed his eyes, opening one to peer over at the girl as the silence settled in. “You got a name? Let me know while I’m feeling generous. Don’t much like the nosy kind.” Tom closed his heavy lids once more.
Lisa tucked a loose lock of golden-brown hair behind her ear, ignoring his words and listening in on a mental argument that was going on somewhere in the back of her mind. It was almost deafening: how clearly she could actually hear a voice that was not real in any possible way at all; imaginary. Everything else seemed muted for a moment, and she almost frowned. It wasn’t abnormal for Lisa to mute the rest of the world out; to want some kind of peace from that. But she most definitely found it rude— especially when she was around company! You’re not company. You’re a mindless little girl who so rudely wanted to break into this poor bloke’s room. She blinked hard a couple of times, focusing in on the blond and the mindless words that were being formed from him. It bothered her; the way that she could get so completely off track at times and not be able to get back into the conversation. A smile broke through on her lips when she heard the question.
“Oh good. You don’t remember me either!” She let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, placing a hand to her forehead. She kept it there for a moment before letting the hand drop to her side in an almost forced manner. “I’m Lisa-Jane.” She quickly added on, “But you can just call me Lisa.” She walked swiftly over to his bedside, then gestured out a hand for him to shake. “And you are..?” Lisa’s tone was soft, doubtful. She didn’t want to come off as rude, being as though she’d seen him before. The thing was, she just couldn’t place where, or if they had an actual conversation or not. She studied him more closely, something finally clicking in her mind. She withdrew her hand promptly, within the split second that she’d actually offered it to him. She smiled, snapping her fingers with an, “Oh wait!” She snapped them once more, closing her eyes for a split second, then reopened them within the next moment and saying without a doubt, “You’re Thomas!” She smiled in triumph, obviously pleased to have remembered that.
For this hell hole to burn to the mother fucking ground.
Oh. Really?
I want an Easy-Bake Oven.
Yes. Who knows. Maybe we can do something together one of these days so we won’t be so bored! If you want to, I mean.
I like that idea.
Alright, then! Whenever you’d like to, tell me.
Nope, nothing! I lead the most boring life. How about yourself?
The same actually. Finding it harder to find things to do around here.
Yes. Who knows. Maybe we can do something together one of these days so we won’t be so bored! If you want to, I mean.
Aw. I’m sorry about that, love. I’m… I don’t know.
Neither do I.. oh well. Anything.. interesting happening lately??
Nope, nothing! I lead the most boring life. How about yourself?
Oh, I see. I’ve been well, thank you. Just a bit sleep deprived is all.
You’re guessing? No. What’s wrong?
My head has been hurting is all. The medicine they put me on hasn’t been helping.. can you grow an immunity to medicine?
Aw. I’m sorry about that, love. I’m… I don’t know.
Why do you say that? Hmm… Well, it’s good to see you, Eddie. How are you, by the way?
It was getting crowded.. and I’ve been okay I guess. And you Lisa?
Oh, I see. I’ve been well, thank you. Just a bit sleep deprived is all.
You’re guessing? No. What’s wrong?
