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Title: 1-800-mental
Chapter 4
Rating: R (nc-17?)
Paring: Seb/?, David/?
Warning: Slash, Alternative Universe, Angst, really fucked up people , crossover with a lot of bands
Disclaimer: I only own a muffin
Summary: Seb is sent at a mental hospital
Note: I personally like this chapter better and I got over a major writer block.
I'm running in a dark corridor. Something's following me. I run as fast I can until I reach a door. I open it and enter the dark room. I try to turn the light on but it's working. Where am I? I walk a little until my feet hit a table. Am I in the kitchen of the hospital?
I hear a noise coming from the corner of the room. I turn around and follow it. Suddenly, I can see something on the floor. I kneel down and touch it with my hand. It's cold and...lifeless? I then notice a hand which is connected to an arm and this same is connected with...nothing. What the fuck? It's when I smell blood that I realize what it is.
A corpse.
Holy motherfucking Shit. This isn't happening. I'm going to wake up and be in my comfortable bed again. Wake up Sebastien. It's a dream. Hello? Look, if I pinch myself It's not gonn...ouch! Okay, this is so not a dream.
I fra nticly look around for any sign of life. I notice someone sitting in the middle of the room. I slowly walk to that person and I gasp when I see who it is.
" Sebastien! Help me!"
" Sebastien! Come on! Wake up. Billie, he's not waking up!" I hear a panicked voice say.
"Calm down, babe. He'll be just f-...oh look! He's waking up!" I hear another voice say. Billie? Babe? Why are those voices so damn familliar?.
I open my eyes slowly realizing where I am. In the same uncomfortable bed that I fell asleep in. Two figures are standing over me, watching me intenstly. I easily regonized the first face as David's and to my suprise, the other one is Dr. Armstrong's.
"Thanks God, You're alive. Do you know how scared we were, Mr. Lefebvre? " Dr. Armstrong asked, trying to keep his cool. I shake my head and Dr. Armstrong sighs.
" David came looking for me when you started kicking and screaming in your sleep." He states calmly. I see David who's yanwing softly.
" What time is it?" I ask softly being a little tired myself. Dr. Armstrong checks his watch and answered.
" About 4:30 am. You both should go to sleep and I'll tell Tré-..Dr.Wright to leave you alone in the morning." He declares getting up and leaving but before he steps out, he turns around to give a warm smile to David.
" 'Night Dave." He says softly before leaving.
I stare at David with a questioning look. He just shrugs and gets under the covers of his bed.
" Oh, isn't that sweet," I say in a mocking tone. " David and Dr.Armstrong sitting on a tree K-I-S-S-..."
" Shut up!" He throws a pillow to my face but I can see that he was face blushing.
" You like him?" I ask a little more seriously.
" What? Dr.Armstrong are you fucking kidding me? That guy freaks the fuck out of me." He says bluntly but I can see through his little white lie. I don't want to keep this topic anymore because now I know the truth. I turn around so my back is facing David and close my eyes.
" 'Night Seb, sleep tight." He says tiredly.
" 'Night." I mumble before falling into a much needed dreamless sleep.
Chapter 4
Rating: R (nc-17?)
Paring: Seb/?, David/?
Warning: Slash, Alternative Universe, Angst, really fucked up people , crossover with a lot of bands
Disclaimer: I only own a muffin
Summary: Seb is sent at a mental hospital
Note: I personally like this chapter better and I got over a major writer block.
I'm running in a dark corridor. Something's following me. I run as fast I can until I reach a door. I open it and enter the dark room. I try to turn the light on but it's working. Where am I? I walk a little until my feet hit a table. Am I in the kitchen of the hospital?
I hear a noise coming from the corner of the room. I turn around and follow it. Suddenly, I can see something on the floor. I kneel down and touch it with my hand. It's cold and...lifeless? I then notice a hand which is connected to an arm and this same is connected with...nothing. What the fuck? It's when I smell blood that I realize what it is.
A corpse.
Holy motherfucking Shit. This isn't happening. I'm going to wake up and be in my comfortable bed again. Wake up Sebastien. It's a dream. Hello? Look, if I pinch myself It's not gonn...ouch! Okay, this is so not a dream.
I fra nticly look around for any sign of life. I notice someone sitting in the middle of the room. I slowly walk to that person and I gasp when I see who it is.
" Sebastien! Help me!"
" Sebastien! Come on! Wake up. Billie, he's not waking up!" I hear a panicked voice say.
"Calm down, babe. He'll be just f-...oh look! He's waking up!" I hear another voice say. Billie? Babe? Why are those voices so damn familliar?.
I open my eyes slowly realizing where I am. In the same uncomfortable bed that I fell asleep in. Two figures are standing over me, watching me intenstly. I easily regonized the first face as David's and to my suprise, the other one is Dr. Armstrong's.
"Thanks God, You're alive. Do you know how scared we were, Mr. Lefebvre? " Dr. Armstrong asked, trying to keep his cool. I shake my head and Dr. Armstrong sighs.
" David came looking for me when you started kicking and screaming in your sleep." He states calmly. I see David who's yanwing softly.
" What time is it?" I ask softly being a little tired myself. Dr. Armstrong checks his watch and answered.
" About 4:30 am. You both should go to sleep and I'll tell Tré-..Dr.Wright to leave you alone in the morning." He declares getting up and leaving but before he steps out, he turns around to give a warm smile to David.
" 'Night Dave." He says softly before leaving.
I stare at David with a questioning look. He just shrugs and gets under the covers of his bed.
" Oh, isn't that sweet," I say in a mocking tone. " David and Dr.Armstrong sitting on a tree K-I-S-S-..."
" Shut up!" He throws a pillow to my face but I can see that he was face blushing.
" You like him?" I ask a little more seriously.
" What? Dr.Armstrong are you fucking kidding me? That guy freaks the fuck out of me." He says bluntly but I can see through his little white lie. I don't want to keep this topic anymore because now I know the truth. I turn around so my back is facing David and close my eyes.
" 'Night Seb, sleep tight." He says tiredly.
" 'Night." I mumble before falling into a much needed dreamless sleep.