Locked (Rewriting)

part 5

Trigger warning-
Harsh talk of suicide
Fucking creepy British man
Talk of medication
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Sam was in the large car, driving back to the facility. A young boy layed in the back of his car, head on Purpleds lap as he was fast asleep. He was also from the hospital like dream was.

This boy had longish brown hair, curly as fuck, his eyes a soft brown, the colour of milk chocolate. He had a large yellow jumper on with a tight black top, pushing up his chest and showing off most of it. His jumper fell down to his knees so it covered his short shorts and most of his fishnets.

The one thing that stayed out of place though was the silver necklace around his neck. It had a cross at the end-no more of a crucifix than a cross. Either he was religious of it hand another meaning to it.

"Is he a fucking stripper!? He's fourteen for crying out loud" Purpled growled as he ran his fingers through Wilburs hair and started cursing out the world and how children like Wilbur should be in a safe and shielded environment and anyone in his place deserves better.

"Purpled enough with the language. Even though you get to punish the boys for swearing doesn't mean I won't hesitate to do the same to you. Now yes I understand you're angry but when we get back to camp you're going in room 1 to calm-am I understood" Sam's words were venom but also soft. How he did it was unusual

"I...yes Sire sam...sorry" He mumbled, looking down at the younger. Wilbur was shifting "Sam...I know we never EVER do this but do you think...the boys could go on a trip to town? At midnight of course since they don't have to be around people or mean animals but it's so the new boys feel safer in the facility and the other two feel rewarded for being do obedient?"

Sam was quiet, not responding as he continued to drive. He had been wanting to do that for a while but never had a real reason for it before-now getting that reason Purpled made his mind run. He stopped at a petrol station, pulling up to petrol pump.

"He's going to wake any minuet now-keep him calm and safe. If I see any recent wounds you'll be moved to room 2. Understood?" Sam didn't wait for an answer-he walked out the car and slammed the door-causing Wilbur to flinch and jolt up

He was breathing hard as he looked around quickly "I-Where-But-what the fuck is going on!? A-are you going to kill me? I-I'm sorry if my father i-is in debt to you-I'll sort it out I promise I just-"

"Wilbur enough with the giberish. Me and you both know this is an act and you continue with it punishments will be thrown out. Now sit down, strap up and stop making stuff up-and watch that language young man" Purpled glared at Wilbur as he watched the boys face change into a wide smile

"Calm?....CALM!?" he started laughing "CALM DOWN!? I'M FUCKING KIDNAPPED AND I NEARLY KILLED MYSELF. YOU CAN'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN UNTIL-"

He cut himself off when he heard the car door open. He watched sam get back into the car, close the door and pull the seatbelt over his body and clicked it into the slot "Good day Mister Soot. Can we stop shouting and have a civilised conversation please?"

Wilbur kicked purpled in his chest as he climbed over the seats and plopped himself next to Sam in the front seats. He grabbed his seatbelt and strapped himself in before looking at the older "Where am I?"

"You're in a car on your way to a facility that will help your suicidal and unpredictable mind. My name is Sam and the male behind you-and who you just kicked-is purpled" Sam smiled "Wilbur....I do have a few questions for you. Would you be able to answer them now or do you want to wait until we get to the facility when I'm explaining the rules, time table and whats going on?"

Wilbur thought for a second, glancing back at Purpled before back at Sam "Uhm...I'll answer three whole questions. But if I don't like them than nu-uh" He crossed his arms, smiling.

"Alright...well may I ask why you tried to kill yourself? You have never had any medical reports of mental health issues...well no actually you're rarely in the doctors or hospital. In your entire life its been about 4 times. And that was in one year...so may I ask what happened?" Sam grabbed the clutch and pushed it down before pressing on the peddles and beginning to drive

"I'm not suicidal Mr Sam. I was testing something out and this man wasn't happy with me and he said he'd make me want to commit suicide at the end of the day and I'm not very sure what happened next...though I do know I was in a lot of pain"

Sam glanced over as he watched him pull his sleeve back. His arm was covered in cuts "It isn't self harm-honestly it isn't-that's from my pets. I lock them up in cages and keep them there until I'm finished with them. Sometimes they try to escape so I have to fight them back into there cages..."

Purpled felt extremely unconfutable

"Wilbur...do you enjoy hurting animals or other people?" Sam asked, glancing at Wilbur again. All Wilbur did was nod "Can you elaborate on why you do it?"

"The figures in my room say I should do it. They say that there bad and if I don't do it they'll hurt the whole world. It makes me feel good getting rid of the bad things. It makes everything better. The figures say they'll keep me alive if I continue to get rid of the bad things...the figures are my friends" His lips cracked into a fucked up smile as he giggled innocently

"Oh....my....god" Purpled whispered quietly, his hands shaking. There was a small microphone in the front and back of the car incase the kids do or say anything worrying or anything at all they'd want to write down rather than remember

"Uhm....last question Wil...have you ever been on any medication?" Sam had a small feeling Wilbur may have been bipolar or maybe something else but if he was on medication than he could rule it out

"Nope! My daddy tried to get me on anxiety pills and something called schizophrenia pills....but the figures said it would change me so I didn't take them. So I'm meant to take them but I don't"

Sam nodded, making a mental note "Alright Wil...you wanna have a nap? we'll be another hour"