• Psychiatric Clinc, exclaimed the sign in front of a welcoming plain brick building. The facade had been worn away by time and a designers idea of what would be "fashionable" was emobodied by a patch of green ivy crawling to claim the side of the clinic. Even nature believed that this place had no better place to be than under the dirt and the dead.
    A blonde haired teenager walked the zig-zagged path to the plain bricks. Flowers, full of vibrant colors, brushed against the black dress pants he wore, the colors appeared so real as though they had touched a ghost. He began to sweat under the blazer, and the concealed undershirt he considered to be a good idea. Well not a good idea, just the most considerably fashionable thing he owned.
    He pushed the clear glass door forward and felt the cool air rush onto his face. And his olfactory senses made his scrambled thoughts move towards thoughts of a hospital, a morgue. Of them.
    Once his eyes became adjusted to the dimly lit room he was able to read the minor distress on the front desk's receptionist from where she stood behind a plain counter with no edges.
    The young man paid no attention to the details of the room because they didn't matter to him, but what was about to happen did.
    He watched the distressed receptionist with his ice cold glare as she left the service of the clinic's latest senile customer, and whispered something quickly into an intercom.
    Hehehe the next great adventure.
    A humorless smile crept unto the teen's lips as three nurses came out through double doors to his right.
    A middle aged nurse reached his arm and an older lady seated in a waiting chair behind him, looked at him with a sweet and kind innocence.
    The young man was being escorted away. How delightful.
    The elder lifted a wrinkled hand and waved slowly, moving her fingers into a pianist's chord over and over.
    "Bye bye sweetie.", she called quietly, continuing the wave.
    The teen's head snapped around towards her, his critical blue eyes quickly acknowledging her. Then it was gone and the boy looked at the now wide eyed elder, and repeated the gesture while smiling affectionatly as if this stranger was his grandmother.
    "Bye bye." he mouthed as his form slide behind the swinging doors of the doctor's corridor.