Hospital For Souls ! fransykes !

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Chapter 11

Oliver's pov

Sleeping is the body's way of telling people to go away. To fuck off. Possibly to come back later. Not to start talking to me. Definitely not to come to have a conversation with me. I'm sleeping, not being sociable.

So when I'm sleeping and someone comes over and asks me if I'm okay I want to kill them. My tolerance for stupidity is non-existent today. Usually, I   ignore them and pretend to be a heavy sleeper but not this time. My eyes open and I narrow my eyes at the fool. He's so ugly.

Personally wise.

"Get the fuck away, " I seeth almost growling. I don't like tiptoeing over things. That could cause confusion. If I am rude he'll know not to mess with me.

The purple-haired freak sticks out his bottom lip out in an unattractive pout. He hardly approaches me but every time I'm one hundred percent rude to him. "Why are you sleeping at lunch? You need to eat you look like a skeleton and I'm sure you are very weak-"

I grab a fist full of his shirt standing up looming over the short guy. I'd like to ve gripping his throat this hard but I can't get into any fights now. Its been one day I cant already break the promise I have to work for. "Shut your fucking trap and get the fuck away," I growl out pushing him hard so he knows I'm not weak.

He falls on his ass looking scared. "Get!" I snap and he literally runs away from me. I look up to see if anyone saw to only meet josh's light blue eyes. He looks timid and is probably wondering how dangerous I am.

He doesn't know me.

He's sitting with Remington and Dom right now. They are talking to each other but he's no longer apart of the conversation that I imagine is full of gossip. Josh looks as if he's contemplating coming over here or running away from me.

I break eye contact and start walking. I should just go sleep in my bed, hopefully, staff won't tell me to be social. That's why I sleep in places that aren't my room. They start pestering me to stay awake and be social. Once I'm in my room I run my hand through my oily hair.

Doing normal every day things is hard... I know it's gross but I don't care enough about me to do them. I haven't taken a shower in a while. The only thing I actually do maintain is my mouth. I brush my teeth twice a day even if I feel like shit.

Lee says I always smell like flowers but I don't believe that. What I smell like is my sweat. I don't use anything to change my smell. I do shower once a week so Im not going months or anything. I have clean clothes because the workers here wash our clothes. If they didn't I'd probably really be dirty.

Not long after I sit on my bed Josh comes in. Why does he try to talk to me? Can't he see I'm no good for him? The room always seems to be happier when he's here. I'm not happy but I do feel a shift in the atmosphere.

"Hey, " he greets me and starts refolding the clothes in his drawer. He does that when he's trying to look like he's busy. The thought to greet him back doesn't enter my mind as I watch him.

Josh is really good looking but self-conscious. I can read him like a book. It's my specialty. Let me go over what I know about this guy. Sadly he's straight, his last relationship ruined him, or so he thinks. He has hope. He laughs and genuinely smiles a lot.

He has made friends with a few people here but for some reason, he is closer to me than them. That's a mistake for him but I'm not complaining.

He doesn't seem to really have too much wrong with him, not like me. It is not confirmed but I think he grew up in a happy family. Probably isn't struggling financially. It's just a bitch who fucked him up.