Room 19

Prologue

It really was a stupid name. In fact, it was so outlandish that when I looked over his patient chart I burst into a fit of giggles. Of course, as luck would have it, this patient was not near as fun as his name was. As it turned out, this man was by far one of the worst patients I had ever had during my time as a psychiatric doctor. Had I known what was good for me in the beginning, I’d of let him plead insanity and hopefully transfer him out of my life for good.

When I asked for daily sessions, I didn’t know what I was getting myself in to.

I was sitting on the front counter of the hospital building talking to a couple nurses when the two automatic doors slid open and a man dressed in all white stepped in through them with two security guards at either of his sides.  He had white gloves upon his hands and white socks without shoes. His wrists were held out in front of him with wide steal cuffs chained to a rope chain around his waist. He had raven black hair that spiked up, defying gravity, with bangs which fell over his face at an angle, stopping just above his eyes.

All of this I could see with just one sweep after looking up from the clipboard I had in my hands. I had the nurses behind me laughing as I was joking about the patient’s name that was written on the chart I had. Little did I know at the time that said patient had just stepped through the door. When I had looked up at him, taking him in from the feet up, he wasn’t much of a concern to me as I had seen this before; patients coming in who looked like they stepped out of a nut house. However, once my eyes met his… Well… Let’s just say the feeling I had was much like that of a realization that after you’ve driven onto the bridge, you realized your load was over the weight limit.

When our gazes locked, it felt like time itself had stopped. His eyes were that of a bright vermillion as compared to my deep hazel. When he looked at me, for some odd reason, I could see it in him that he hated me. He glared at me as if he knew something that I didn’t (which, in all reality, he did). It was then that I realized that the possibility of him not being the owner of the name on my chart was slim to none.

I never had good luck to begin with so, this was only confirming it.

He looked as if he’d just stepped out of an Exorcist movie, though being the ghost that was cast out. His skin was a milky pale and at first I thought he must have had some sort of illness, though after looking over his features thoroughly I found that he looked in utmost perfect health, save for the nasty scars that plagued his face.

I bit my lip as I watched them take him off and down the hall. He watched me this entire time, the gaze being disconnected only when a wall came between us and I knew that I saw a smirk from on his small lips a millisecond before he disappeared. I frantically gazed back at the chart in my hands and looked over it.

Name: Beyond Birthday
Birth Date: February 29, 1980
Sex: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian (white)
Height: 6 feet 3 inches
Weight: 127 pounds

Great… I was dealing with a twenty-one year old, Exorcist cosplay, mentally disturbed teenager.

Now, I was only 20 at this time. There is a complete explaination as to why I was working under such a high field of a hospital at such a young age, however it would be relatively boring for me to explain. All I can say is that it wasn’t easy, and I had volunteered for this job given the guarantee of my safety no matter this situation so long as I would accept any and all patients.

I though having criminals as my patients would be rather thrilling. Of course, again, I didn’t know what I was getting myself in to.

I knew exactly where they were taking Beyond; right into my room. Room 19. With an inward sigh I had hopped off of the counter and wearily made my way back down the hall. I glanced up and saw the two guards standing outside of my room. I passed them without word and opened the door and stepped inside.

It was dark with only one florescent light on over the table top to the left of the room. There were two chairs and a small bed inside along with a refrigerator and other machinery. One of the chairs was currently occupied by a gagged Beyond. I could see the side of his face, and it was downcast. He sat slightly hunched over with his hands in his lap, however his feet were brought up into the chair and perched on the edge like a parrot.

He reminded me of a parrot more than any other creature, I remember. He tended to repeat things; two of them I remember distinctively which were “I hate you” and to “shut the hell up.”

I came into the room and attempted to progress with my first diagnosis of him. He didn’t speak to me the entire time. At one point I thought he was mute, though however I came to find out later that that was very untrue. There isn’t much to tell about this first session considering he did not speak at all, and the only thing I could do was bluntly explain to him who I was and what I was doing. I told him that I could not give a proper diagnosis if he didn’t answer any of my questions, but even then he still did not speak.

This only made me more interested in him.  

An hour later he was escorted out of my room. On this same day I was asked by my employer if I wanted to give my official ‘okay’ to what the Californian mayor had asked to do, which was to allow Beyond to plead insanity come his court case and thus be released from prison.

If I were any normal person with the normal amount of common-sense and luck I would have considering the situation. However, I decided to peak my interests and asked for him to come for a session every day if time permitted.

When he came to find out that I had requested this I was almost positive that it had pissed him off. I believe I received two days of silence as punishment, since it was not until the third day of sessions that he spoke to me.

As the guards were leading him out of my room on the third day, the first words he said to me were “You will die on the twelfth of November, in the year 2013, in the fortieth second of the third minute of the twelfth hour, Nannie Haliburton.”

I considered this to be utterly bad and a complete disappointment. I never thought I’d die on my birthday.

That’s going to suck…