Silk In The Petals ~Tim/Masky x Kate The Chaser fanfiction~

Chap. 4: Rememberance

I love writing this story so far! Katim is one of my otps, and I hope you like my more detailed trying at writing. Also my sucky edit ^

They didn't believe me, of course they didn't! Even through my tears and a stupid cliche in stories and books (them not believing)!

"Ms. Milens, can you please go on with the others?"

I honestly didn't care anymore, how could I anyways? I am going to likely be deemed insane.

I walked out to in the middle of the mental hospital, there was always all four sides surrounding the area. It was where kids played and there was a small garden there.

There was a kid in the corner, sitting on the step of one of the open hallways. He seemed a bit older than me from a glance of his physical appearance. I felt something, I don't know what it was, I never had this before.

I looked over to the female doctor and she smiled softly at me, she pushed my back a little forward. I started walking towards him, not looking back at her.

I sat down next to him, in front. He was resting his head on his left hand.

"..Hey." I managed to get out, trying to control the feeling I had. He didn't answer back, he just asked a simple question.

"Have you ever seen a tall figure watching you?"

Then, something inside me clicked and he started to grow on me.

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It's been at least 2 years since I got out, today was my day out. I don't know how to feel, I guess sad because I won't see Tim? I also felt a pint of excitement, everyday in this place seemed the same exact thing. Honestly, Tim kept me sane from not going crazy from how everyday seemed the same. I would tell him thank you if he was next me right now.

I heard a van pull up onto the graveled parking lot.

"Kate?" I heard a male voice ask for me, I looked up slowly from my chair to see CR. That was his nickname I gave him, he started smiling and walked over to me. I looked over at the doorway to the rooms, I saw Tim was there staring at me. A doctor was trying to push him along, he didn't move an inch.

My hands tightened the cushioned chair, I got up as CR was going to hug me. Tim held out his hand as my mom and dad stared in confusion at what was happening.

When I touched his hand and I let our hands connect like puzzle pieces. He rubbed my palm with his thumb, looking down at the lines he traced. I heard him mumble, "beautiful." I tried not to blush.

He got out a white naked doll, he slid it in my hand, letting the fabric rub against my rough hands. They got rough from not using hand lotion, also playing with dirt with Tim. My hand's were still soft, but not like a normal girl's softness.

The doctor finally pushed a little on Tim and made his hand slide away from mine and the doll. I started tearing up as I saw him disappear into the doctor's office. I gripped the doll tightly and held it up to my nose, it smelled like him.

I turned around and saw everyone staring at me. I tried to hide my teary eyes, CR got closer to me and started to hug me. I pushed against him, I could care less if he didn't hug me. I hated hugging people other than Tim, even my mom and dad.

I could sense he was smiling, my mom thought CR was cute and wanted me to date him. Not in a forceful way, just I guess how he treated me.

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It was later that day and CR wanted to talk to me. I was guessing he had a crush on me and I was right, the problem is I don't like him back. He wanted me to talk with him in the park right by my house.

"I'm sorry CR, I don't like you back." He looked down and sighed, "well, can you think about it? Please Katie?"

I hated it when people called me Katie and he was basically forcing me to maybe date him, I was pissed off anyways at not seeing Tim or him getting out with me.

"It's Kate." I responded coldly and walked away, digging out the old doll from my pocket.

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1 and a half year later I was in the park and trying to calm down stress. It usually helped with my stress and feeling like something was watching me lately, also my mom dying. Now having a step-mom, somehow my dad got over it so quickly.
I felt like something pressed down on the bench and from the corner of my eye I saw a man. Black hair, sideburns, pinkish peach shirt.

He glanced over, his eyes meeting mine, he smiled a little.

He asked me

"Have you ever seen a tall figure watching you?"