Psychosis || Grayson Dolan - Book One

IV

Your alarm blared and you roll over, turning it off. You huff loudly and sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes to rid them of the tiredness. Your second day at the Mental Hospital... Great.

Truthfully, you didn't mind it because today would be the first day you're in the office with Dr. Bettleman, but it's also another day you may have to see Dolan. Just thinking of his name made a sharp shiver shoot up your spine. He killed two people... and basically threatened you by hinting that you'd be scared if the door wasn't there.

The thoughts escape your mind as your mom comes through the door, a wide smile spread across her face, "hey sweetie. Getting up for work?" She puts her hands on her hips, her eyes scaling your room as if she were looking for something. "Have you seen my pink lipstick?"

You shake your head and get out of bed, taking your hair down from its messy bun. "Why would i have it?" you ask, thinking about which one she misplaced. A bright pink color. Sickening.

"I don't know, i just- you know what? Nevermind. You can take your car today, it's back from the shop. Just no more curb-bumping, alright?" You nod, half-excited to be away from your mom for the next eight hours

Yeah. Eight hours. In a mental hospital.

Your mom leaves the room and you grab a towel, heading to your bathroom, grumbling "kill me now".

After your shower, you dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans with small rips in the legs, a v-neck grey t-shirt, and white Converse. The Hospital didn't have the typical dress code. There wasn't one at all, actually.

You returned to the bathroom, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You weren't very make-up inclined, so you didn't bother. Instead, you pull your hair up in a high pony tail and tighten it, making sure you won't have to adjust it too much during the day. You sigh and head to your room, flicking off the bathroom light as you exit it.

As you reach for your phone, it rings. Odd.

You click the green button as you read 'Stella' across the screen with a picture of your best friend. "Hello?" you ask, holding the phone to your ear, grabbing your keys as well.

"Hey, girl! Want to hang out today?" She asks, sounding a little too excited for someone this early. It was nearly eight in the morning.

"I can't, Stells. I have work" you say, hearing her gasp on the other end.

"No way. You're actually working at that crack house? What if you get addicted" She obviously is unaware of what actually happens in a mental hospital.

"Stell, it's not a crack house" you laugh, leaving you room. You walk around your house until you get to your front door, swinging it open and locking it behind you. "It's a mental hospital, and yes. I am working there" you say, thinking briefly about Dolan. "I like it" you say, opening your car door.
"You're insane too, Y/n" she giggles, "i'll let you go then" you agree and hang up, placing your phone in the glove box. Safety first, right?

As you pull from your driveway, your stomach grumbles. It slipped your mind that breakfast was pertinent.

The hospital cafeteria has food.

You continue to drive to your work, listening to the radio.

Pull the sheets right off the corner of the mattress that you stole from your roommate back in Boulder. We ain't ever getting older