Nightmare

A few weeks passed and I had similar encounters with the rest of Avenged Sevenfold. It still confused me to no end why they were volunteering here. I had not asked them. I am kind of... avoiding them. Most people would freak out and follow them around like love-struck puppies. Not me though, not since they all found out I am a patient.

Riley seems to be worried about me more than usual. Well, if that is even possible. Probably because of me lashing out at Doctor Richardson. The man actually seems kind of scared of me now. He went too far in questioning me about my father so I cussed him out. There may have been a few threats thrown in there as well. Riley morbidly jokes that my time here has already begun to change me.

Days here are rather eventful now. Time goes by more slowly though. More patients have been acting out. One man was hitting his head against a window until his forehead was bleeding. Even after it had broken the skin he did not stop. There was a lot of blood... Another was attacking nurses and had to be restrained and put into solitary confinement. A few more were even trying to kill nurses. Those patients were sent to a psychiatric prison. I did not want to be caught up in the middle of that. To be honest, I was terrified.

The Avenged Sevenfold boys took some time off from volunteering till it was safe to return. They seemed concerned about me being around this behavior which was baffling to me. Nurses tried to coax me out of my room but I refused. I don't trust them or the other patients, and for good reason. Psychopaths belong here, not teenagers who might have an odd connection to the spirit world.

Doctor Richardson had to come to my room for sessions. He obviously did not want to see me again though. Nurses also had to bring me my food. But today, it was not a nurse. I was surprised to see Matt Sanders standing in my doorway with a tray of food for me. "Hey, here is your food. Also the nurses told me to have you take these 4 pills. I kinda talked my way into being the one to deliver these to you. Wanted to make sure that you didn't get mixed up with the violent patients." Matt sat the tray down at the end of my bed and held out his hand. Four red and blue capsules rested in the middle of his palm.

Raising my eyebrow curiously at him, I reluctantly took them and sat them on my tongue. They were soon flushed down with a drink of water. Riley's hand rubbed up and down my back. He knew I hated taking pills. My eyes traveled to the food on the tray. Ham sandwich and some chocolate pudding. I made no move to eat any of it. Matt stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

He soon turned and was about to walk out the door. My voice stopped him, "Why are you all volunteering here?" Matt turned back to face me, "Well, our manager thought it would be good publicity. Us giving up our personal time to help people in need and all. Plus it is rather close to the studio. But most of all, the band needed some inspiration for a song. We have been kind of stuck since Jimmy died." His voice trailed off as he mentioned Jimmy.

The hidden pain in his eyes was something I understood. I could relate with his pain and loss. Losing someone close to you can destroy your soul, it can scar you. Seriously, look at the hell I am in. Stuck in a mental hospital with a bunch of crazies. Matt looked to me again. He opened his mouth but then shut it. This was repeated a few times until he sighed and spit out what he was trying to say, "I know this is personal and you do not have to answer if you do not want to. Uhh... Why are you in this hospital? You don't seem to belong appearance and behavioral wise in my opinion."

I looked towards the wall. Should I tell him? "I think you should tell him. Maybe he won't judge you. Then you will have someone besides a ghost that only you can see to talk to.", Riley laughed a bit. I smirked at his comment. Maybe I should tell him. Matt was silent, wondering if I was going to answer. Well, here it goes...

"I can see and talk to ghosts."

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