A Dangerous Mind (Phan) - Chapter 1

A Dangerous Mind

Author: ~behindblackskies
Pairing: Phan
Rating: PG-13 I guess
Disclaimer: I do not own Dan nor Phil and I do not know them in person, everything is this fic is fake and it's taken from my imagination. I do not claim anything in this story to be true and nothing happening in this story ever happened in real life. I've done research on the main topic of the story and I claim things about the topic being true.
Summary: Dan is a patient in a mental hospital. He doesn't understand why he is there and doesn't remember any of the events that he has done. His everyday boring life in the hospital changes when a new patient comes in



Chapter 1


The sun shone through the barred windows, revealing the bare, fragile walls of the dormitory room which I spent another sleepless night in. I could hear the nurses walk down the corridors, to wake up the patients in their dorms. Our dorm’s the last one down the corridor which meant we get woken up last. I don’t mind that, I never sleep anyway. But I have to at least pretend to sleep when the nurses check in. I don’t want to take any more medications or go for any extra treatments because of my sleeping disorder.

The nurse opened the dorm room and I could hear her walk in. She started to clap her hands shouting, “Wake up time” and she was pulling down the sheets off every patient. My bed is the last one next to the window, which meant that she never got to pull my sheets off as I pretended to wake up immediately. The nurses were against me having the last bed and I never knew why. But eventually, they let go off the subject and left me alone.

I could hear her footsteps getting closer so I sat up and rubbed my tired eyes.

“Good morning, Daniel” she smiled. No wonder she did, I was the only patient in this dorm who would wake up when she asked us to.

I just nodded and managed a half grin on my face. You see, I don’t talk, I write things. I don’t see a sense of talking, just a waste of precious energy.

I turned my gaze to look at all the patients sitting up and yawning, rubbing their eyes and some would mumble words sleepily.

“Okay, as everyone is awake now, I want to give you an important message,” the nurse smiled. “There is going to be a new patient coming to this dorm tonight, I want you to be extra nice to him because he had a hard past.”

My eyes grew in shock and disbelief, why this dorm? Couldn’t they find a better dorm for him? That meant that the new patient would have to sleep in the bed beside mine. I don’t want that to happen. The only reason why the bed is empty’s because people are really scared of me. Not scared, actually, terrified.

It all started from the incident last year. I don’t remember any of the events but I listened to the nurses talking and I found out what I did. I killed one of the patients in my dorm. I stabbed him and he died immediately. The nurses are probably still questioning where I took the knife from. They kept asking me, but I didn’t know the answer myself.

I don’t even know why I did it. I just did. Since then, no one would try to communicate with me or try to make friends with me. They are too scared of me.

“Now, time to get your teeth brushed and get yourselves organized for breakfast!” Her smile grew wider and she led us to the bathrooms.

We all have our own sinks, toilet stalls and showers. It was sort of a good thought that no one would use your shower or your toilet apart from you. Or just the thought of someone using your toothbrush would be disturbing.
I shook my thoughts away and came back to reality, grabbed my toothbrush and applied some toothpaste on it.
This day was going to be interesting, I just knew some things.

I turned round to see all the other boys were all done with brushing their teeth and they would have chats with each other or just stare at their own reflections in their mirrors. I am the only one who doesn’t have a mirror. I’m simply not allowed to. The nurses came to the conclusion that I would do something stupid or I would be scared of the mirror. I don’t understand their opinions but I must respect them. If I would argue with them about having the mirror, I would probably end up in Carrie’s office.

Carrie’s the doctor looking after me; she’s one of the doctors from the higher levels who take care of patients who need special care. I don’t need special care, I am completely fine. I am totally sane, healthy and I don’t understand why I am even stuck in this mental hospital at all. I am really scared of Carrie as she always threatens to lock me in a white room. I understand that in this way she is trying to help me but it really doesn’t do much of a difference, it just scares me. I hate her when she takes the needle out and tries to calm me down to take a blood test. How can I possibly be calm? It’s a needle! I am terrified of them like anything else.

“Daniel, could I talk to you for a while?” the nurse popped in and stood beside me.
I just nodded and put my toothbrush away, following her out of the bathrooms.