It was supposed to be just another day. That's all it was meant to be. He should've been asigned one more mental case and then get out and go home.

It wasn't just another day.

Every week just blurred into one. All the faces looked the same and everyone's issues just got tamer. Physcopath's didn't bother him, murderer's didn't scare him.

He was used to the criminally insane. He wasn't used to normal people. Society scared him. Ten years working as a physciatrist in a mental asylum was enough to drive the sanity out of anyone.

His girlfriend had left him and she'd taken their daughter with her. Now he was alone. Alone with the crazies and the living dead. None of them would ever leave; at least, not alive.

And they knew that.

That's what made them dangerous.

-

"He's cute. That's not fair." Geoff sighed and rested his forehead against the wall. "Why do all the cute guys have to be physcopath's?"

His friend laughed and closed the patients file with a shrug. "Genetics I guess."

"Good genetics make you crazy? Damn, it's a good job I'm not attractive." Geoff smirked.

Jawn rolled his eyes and leant against the wall. "Hey, you are attractive Geoff. You just need to find someone to tell you that daily."

"Jawn, your gay is showing." The brunette said. "My gay is always showing. Shut up and get in there." Jawn said, handing Geoff the file and waking back into their shared office.

"I'm going to die." The brunette muttered, already pushing open the door into a pitch black room.

A voice spoke in the darkness, shocking him as the door closed behind him.

"You're not going to die yet, we've only just met."

The lights came on. It took all Geoff's strength not to turn the handle and bolt it straight back out.

The cute boy in the picture was not the physcotic grinning man before him. Stubble decorated his chin and his once purple hair had faded to a blonde-brown.

"I appreciate that," Geoff said, "I generally like to converse with my patients before they advertently kill me."

Under the bare, swinging bulb sat the man. Pale skin, bloodshot eyes, saw fingertips bitten down to the cuticle. All the signs of someone been locked away too long. The man in question scoffed at Geoff's choice of words.

The brunette picked up on this and frowned. "Is something wrong Mr Knight?"

"Patient." He stated.

Geoff nodded slowly.

"Patient." The man repeated, slightly louder.

"I'm afraid I don't understand." The brunette said.

"Patient." Was his reply.

Geoff made a quick scribble on his trusty notepad. "Do you not like the word, Mr Knight?"

"We. Are. Not. Patients. We are not diseased, we are not ill, we are not broken. We are people who have lost our way. Do you think keeping us trapped in rooms like this, with the same four walls closing in on you as darkness creeps from every corner, is making is 'better'? Do you think it's helping?" His eyes never left the psychiatrists as words tumbled from his lips in a poisonous waterfall of pent up anger and hate. "You should not be afraid of us. You should listen to us and trust us. All the neglect and loss of human contact makes the voices worse. Silence is loud when there's nothing there to fill it."

As much as he would never admit it, Geoff was rather taken aback by the ferocity in the man's tone.

"On behalf of the facility, I apologise." The psychiatrist said, placing his pad on the floor. "Tell me, how long did it take you to come up with that?"

The patient laughed, deep and low. "There's not a whole lot to do when you're imprisoned in a never ending spiral of self-hatred and social disgust."

"No one is disgusted by you. Th-"

"Put me in the street and see how many people are willing to even look at me." The patient spat. He was bitter and sick of being mistreated and misunderstood.

Geoff cleared his throat and rose, gathering his notepad and file from the floor. "I understand."

"No you don't. You will never understand." The dejected voice said. "Never."

Geoff opened the door. As it swung shut behind him, the light inside went out.

"How did it go?" Jawn asked. He raised an eyebrow and took the file from Geoff's hands.

"He's opinionated, angry and tired. I honestly don't know what to do with him." The man's bitter speech kept running through his head.

Jawn smirked and opened the leather file. "Well you're gonna have to think of something because he's gonna be in here for a while. And you're right, he is cute."

Geoff banged his head against the door. "Fuck me."

-

Months passed. Days turned to nights, seasons changed but inside their cells, the patients didn't.

However, something inside Geoff did. He had a spring in his step and his smile wasn't forced. Tuesday's and Thursday's were the day's that made his week. Each morning seemed a little bit brighter; each sky seemed a little bit bluer.

People were noticing too. Staff milling around the corridors would smile as he passed, catching the infectious grin. Jawn had gotten used to the bubbling happiness but he was sceptical as to where it had come from.

He passed Awsten's file to Geoff, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're still smiling, I see."

"Of course," Geoff said, "Why wouldn't I be? The sun is shining, the birds are singing."

"And you're ok." The red head stated. Before he had convinced Geoff to take the job, his childhood friend had fallen into a continuous spiral of misery and depression. He would've given everything to see the brunette smile again and now it was there, he wasn't about to take it away again.

"Yeah. I'm good Jawn." The past was still a sore spot for the pair of them.

"Promise me you'll never stop smiling." Jawn said, deadly serious. He placed a gentle hand on Geoff's arm and stared straight into his aqua  blues.

Geoff just rolled his eyes and proceeded towards Awsten's room. Geoff had recently managed to convince his boss to re-do the rooms of the patients with clean sheets, working lights and slightly better food. More than anything he wanted the wall colour changed - per Awsten's request - but his boss was convinced that white had a psychological advantage. Geoff wasn't convinced.

"Good morning!" Geoff sang, throwing open the door and practically dancing inside.

"Someone's in a good mood." A voice grunted from inside a pile of sheets. The new light was brighter than everyone else's. Geoff knew Awsten despised the dark and was adamant about there being no sign of it anymore.

The therapist took up his usual spot on the floor and waited for the faded blonde to arise. "How are the new improvements? Feel any better?" Questioned Geoff.

Awsten nodded and crawled across the floor to Geoff. "Much better." A toothy grin spread across his face causing Geoff's stomach to flutter. The ruggedness of the man's morning voice made Geoff clear his throat and avert his gaze.

Awsten smirked and crossed his legs. "So, Geoff, what do you have for me today?" The emphasis on the brunettes name extracted small squeak from his throat; his cheeks grew red.

"Not a whole lot really. We've gone through most things and all that's left is conversations and discussions. You're only here for a few more weeks-"

"And then I'm going home?" Awsten asked, his tone hopeful. Geoff gently shook his head.

"You killed twenty people, Mr Knight." Geoff struggled to keep his voice calm which proved difficult under Awsten's intense stare.

The blonde knew it was coming. It didn't stop it from hurting though.

"I'll get you a leaving present," laughed Geoff, "one that you'll remember me by."

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?" He wanted Geoff to feel uncomfortable. Watching the physcatrist squirm was always amusing.

"Uh...I...um.. a stuffed bear?" Geoff hadn't really thought it through.

"Not good enough." Demanded Awsten.

"Then what do you want?" Geoff leant back slightly, watching Awsten scoot closer.

"You can trust me. I can trust you. We have trust that's how this works, right? Good," the blonde saw Geoff nod, "and you'll get me whatever, no questions asked?"

Geoff nodded. "Of course, anything!"

Faded purple hair fell into Awsten's glinting eyes and he grinned. " Then get me a gun."

Geoff was in shock. "A...a gun? You want me to get you...a gun?"

"I'm sorry did I fucking stutter?" Anger flashed in his heterochromic eyes. Geoff shook his head, eyes wide and scuttled out of the room, leaving the file inside.

Back against the door, chest heaving, Geoff swallowed heavily.

A gun. A gun. A gun. A gun.

Geoff couldn't focus. Footsteps echoed down the dimly lit corridor. Panic flooded Geoff's being and he ran, fleeing down the hall and out the building into the hue of the streetlights.

-

"This is wrong. This is so wrong. This is so, so wrong." The brunette buried his face in his hands and screamed until his throat was raw and his head felt like it was full of cotton.

A 9mm sat in front of him, taunting him viciously. "I really shouldn't do this." Geoff whispered. He contemplated throwing it back in his safe and forgetting all about it, but two colours popped into his brain, making his heart do little backflips.

For God's sake.

"Fuck it."

-

Chaos. Brains dripped down cream walls, blood painted the carpet and bodies littered the floor. Doors hung by singular hinges, nearly ripped clean off in the confusion and bid to escape.

"What have I done." The brunette breathed. A weight landed on his foot. He looked down and it took all his strength to not scream or cry. Red mixed with red, soaking through a blue uniform. A pair of cracked glasses covered chocolate eyes frozen in fear.

"You've done an amazing thing." A sly voice said from behind him. "You've made our dreams come true." Patients swarmed around the two men, some with guns, some just running to get free.

"I didn't mean for this to happen." Geoff whispered, trying his best to ignore his friend lying dead on his foot.

"Oh but I did. And it's beautiful, don't you think?" Awsten grinned. He flung his arms out and spun round, releasing a round of bullets and relishing in the blood raining down.

"Look at it Geoff. Look at the pain you've caused. How does it feel?"

Something inside clicked. He could smell the iron, smell the fear and sweat. Every footstep sounded like a stampede. Every scream sounded like a symphony. Everything felt so perfect.

"It feels good."

Awsten nodded, brows furrowed. He crossed his arms and faced Geoff. He clicked his fingers in front of the brunette's face until he got his full attention.

"I told you it would feel good. Now I have just one question." Awsten said quietly.

"Anything." Breathed Geoff.

"You're gonna regret saying that," The younger muttered, "now tell me, would you die for me?"

Geoff nodded. "Yes."

"No that's too easy. Would you...would you live for me?" Awsten knew he had him. There was no way anyone could confidently answer that.

He was wrong.

"Yes." Confidence grew, projecting the one syllable agreement.

Awsten's eyes darkened and his face grew serious. "Don't take this oath lightly. Don't fucking lie to me. Tell me you mean it. Promise me."

Promise me you'll never stop smiling.

Geoff swallowed and pushed back tears.

"I promise." The words fell before his body did.

The gunshot rang down the hall, two bodies lay side by side.

Dripping crimson, Awsten stood over the fallen therapist, a smile carved into his face.

"Fuck with me and my friends, don't expect to make it out alive."

Yo whatup double updateeee, I updated Eternally Yours so if you haven't already and you're still interested, please go read it I'm trying harder with that one because some of the ideas are a little tricky to make interesting as well as advanced and gramatically correct (unlike this foot note) so yeah. Thank you for all your support, I appreciate it greatly xox