|Would I Lie To You?
Author: Macsen PM
After Nor recieves an anonymous letter that tells him a way he could find his missing sister, he meets Kiega, a mental patient who is unable to speak after witnessing the death of his close friend. What is it that Kiega knows and why is his existence being kept a secret?Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Horror - Chapters: 4 - Words: 5,679 - Reviews: 3 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 10-16-12 - Published: 10-08-12 - id: 3064116
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Quietly, I chuckled nervously to myself as I glanced up at the massive red brick building in front of me. It loomed over me, its massive black doors threatening and its many dirty windows leaving me feel uneasy. A few faces watched from those windows, their eyes driving into me with a glare as their unwelcoming frowns grew deeper. After a while, they seemed to get bored and they left the windowsill. The few grey steps that led up to the door were cracked and looked unsafe, with little tufts of grass and decaying flowers sneaking their way in through the gaps. The path before that was made of muddy gravel with traces of a bit of what I thought was blood.
I looked up to the black door as it creaked open and gulped away my fear. A head popped around the door and cold electric blue eyes stared back at me behind black glasses and a thick fringe of blond hair. He wore a lab goat, or something close to it, and had a clipboard with pen under his arm. He must have been my age, only just in his twenties, but his intelligence just seemed to ebb from his form. He gave me a little smirk and ushered me in. As I passed the door, I looked around for any plaque or sign to tell me what this building was, but if it even existed, it must have just disappeared.
Once in, I glanced at my surroundings. The blinding white welcomed me, attacking my vision and I closed my eyes quickly. From what I saw, we were in a huge room with multiple doors scattered around the walls. An elegant staircase had been built on the far right. It must have been a mansion. I attempted to open my eyes again and gradually my sight became adjusted to it, all while the guy still stood there watching me with keen interest.
"After being in here twenty/four seven, you get used to it, and then it's the outside that hurts," he commented.
Through half closed eyes, I looked at him. He nodded and took notes.
"What is this place?" I asked.
He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side curiously. "How odd," he whispered. "I would have thought that a visitor like you would come here and know where you were going."
I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm and repeated, "What is this place?"
I waved his hand and dismissed my question again. "You were the one who rang ahead to book the appointment with him. I didn't think I'd have to tell you what this place is."
"Yes, but what-" I paused as I realised what he said. "Wait, I called? No, I didn't. Booked appointment with him? With who?"
The guy began to walk towards the staircase. I rushed after him to follow, so many questions filling my mind.
He shook his head and sighed. "He hasn't had a visitor in all the time he's been here. What's your relationship with him, if I may ask?"
"Who? I haven't made an appointment with anyone here!" I replied, my voice slowly increasing in volume as my agitation grew.
"You definitely belong here," he snapped under his breath. "This is a special hospital, sir," he continued, adopting formal speech. "Special because we deal with special patients - specifically those with some screws loose, if you know what I mean. The insane ones, the ones who have been through trauma and need help, most of the time. Understand, sir?"
"A mental house?" I gasped.
"If you say so," he gave in. "Anyway, on such subject, I need to warn you not to get too close to him and not to speak about him outside these walls. We'll watch how you two get on from the two way window, but there will be people at hand if he attacks suddenly, all right?"
My heart began to beat quickly again. It finally connected as the person whom had given me this address must have been the one to call ahead. I wasn't sure I wanted to meet this person now, though. But I shook my head and reminded myself that this was the only clue I had for where my sister was.
"I'm Eni," he introduced as he looked over his shoulder. "I'm the carer specially assigned to him and to observe him."
I asked again, "Who is it you're talking about?"
He glanced at me and a smile spread over his lips. "Kiega we're talking about, sir. He's been so alone for all the years he's been here – five in all. No one has once ever come to see him. But, then again, he was living on the streets before he came here, so probably doesn't even have someone who cares for him."
Kiega… What an odd name. This was the guy that could tell me something about my missing sister? I looked around again as we began to walk down a spotless white hall. Lived on the streets… Maybe my sister had had to live on the streets after she went missing and maybe that's how they met. Suddenly, my urge to meet him grew and inside my head formed the list of questions I was desperate to ask.
Finally, after a maze of hallways and blinding white corridors, we arrived at a locked door with metal bars forming another locking mechanism. With three keys, Eni unlocked the door and ushered me in quickly.
Inside was another completely white room, but this one was the biggest I had seen, even bigger than the first room. In it were about ten other men and women with lab coats, all either on the computers set on the tables on the opposite side of the room, or looking in on the room beyond the glass on the other side.
Eni waved me to follow him towards the window. My eyes immediately glued themselves to the other room. That room was bare, smaller than this one, with only a simple bed, and a door that I suspected led to a toilet.
On the bed sat a boy, only a little bit younger than me, with dark red locks that hung over his green eyes. He had a small body under his baggy white T-shirt and his baggy worn blue jeans that had been folded at the ends. He wore only one sock. The other was nowhere in sight. As I walked closer to the window, he turned his head and stared directly at me. There didn't seem to be any emotion behind those eyes.
"Kiega," I mumbled to myself. There was something odd about the way he just sat there and stared into the distance, like he'd rather be anywhere but the reality, or like there was something that kept playing inside his mind. He did seem insane, but he didn't seem dangerous like Eni had warned.
"Go in," Eni said, pointing towards a door by the window that I hadn't seen. "We've told him there was someone to see him today. We thought it would at least bring some sort of emotion out of him, but he's still the normal, emotionless self he's been for a while now."
I placed my hand upon the door knob, ready to turn it, ready to enter the room of the one clue I had, when Eni interrupted.
"Oh, and by the way, don't bother asking him anything. He's not spoken to us since he came here. We're not even sure he can speak, so don't waste your breath."
I turned the handle and entered. As the door closed behind me, I realised that it must have been a one-sided sound proof room. Unsure on what to do, I sat on the floor before the bed and said nothing. After a while, Kiega turned his head to look at me. The intensity of his gaze made me want to look away, but I stood my ground and stared back. He glanced over me and sighed.
I smiled and held out my hand to him. "I'm Nor Jones," I introduced. "Nice to meet you."
He stared at my hand for a while and his hand twitched as if he ached to shake mine, but it made no move to do so. He just nodded and moved his lips slightly, which I guessed was some sort of answer to me.
No. He didn't seem dangerous at all. To me, he just seemed like a young guy who was a little lost.
A/N:Thank you for those who have already reviewed! I didn't expect you to like it really haha. I've had these last two chapters ready so all I've needed to do was upload them in between me doing my history coursework. I hope you liked them and thank you again! :) I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. I've had so little sleep that I can't pick them out. If you point them out, I'll change them when I have time! :D And no worries, I shall return reviews as soon as I have time! I hope you're enjoying the story so far, and Macs says thank you too! He's here helping me with the history coursework and so I'm encouraging him to be more sociable haha.