I'm nothing special.Will & Jane - Everyone’s Mad
Her eyes turned to him for a moment. “You’re telling me.” She pulled her sleeves down further, although they were showing nothing more than her hands. She didn’t want the stitches to be seen. Jane bit her lip for a moment, then glanced over at him again with a smirk. “I’m Jane and yes, I’m new. Just got here, actually. And it really is that bad. They’re gonna lock me up forever once they start talking to me.”
“They try not to do that ‘forever’ thing. Besides…” he tried to offer a smile, although it was a little forced and had a hint of not being so sure if this was how he should be interacting with someone “Most people that get locked up for life in places like this do a lot worse than try to kill themselves. Usually it’s other people. In really…um…creative ways. So chances are…pretty good for you.”
Well that is certainly one way to make a first impression on someone. He cleared his throat shifting a little in the doorway. “I’m Will.” Was all he offered. It was said as if it was an apology for what had come prior to his introduction. “I.. should probably go…I really never was good at the comforting thing.”
“No,” she said, reaching out for him, before thinking. “Please don’t go. I’m lost and alone and I moved from London less than a year ago and I’m freaking out and I-I’m sorry, it’s just… I’m a psychology student. I’ve been studying the human mind since I was twelve and now I’m locked in a mental hospital.” She bit her lip, her jaw trembling, her mind flashing to her mother on her death bed and the thought-up image of her brother being shot in the street. She thought of the ten suicide attempts in the past eight years. The scars on her arms and the nearly faded one on her neck when she was sixteen. She thought of all the nights she was so drunk she couldn’t remember her name, and didn’t want to. She thought of all the nights she wished and prayed she couldn’t think the way she did. She thought of the her anxiety and depression was through the roof and she almost bled out on her couch but the landlord came to check on her. Her nose twitched. She took a breath.
“I know there’s that whole ‘boundaries’ thing hospitals like this put up, but I’d seriously appreciate if you shook my hand, Will.”
Jane turned her head towards him. “Um, no. My-my car broke down and I don’t even live in this bloody country and — Sorry, I’m just freaking out.”
The doctor welcomed her inside kindly, standing back so she could walk inside. As soon as she walked through the doorway, he closed the door behind them.
“I suppose I should provide my hospitality until you grab a hold of an auto worker,” Hannibal replied, “My phone is on the side table near the chairs.” Hannibal tried to do the best he could by pointing out the white phone.
“Oh my gosh, thank you - I didn’t catch your name.” She thought for a moment. “Of course I didn’t, I never asked for it. Again, I apologise, it’s not my day. I’m Jane Harvard, and I’m usually not this scrambled.” She offered him a hand.
Will & Jane - Everyone’s Mad
Jane sat in the office, her palms sweaty and her leg shaking uncontrollably. Her lungs felt like they weren’t expanding far enough for her to get proper breath, and she felt the urge to straighten everything in the room. She only ever did this when she was anxious. Ever since the recent attempt on her life, she had kept telling herself to do something about all of her problems and sort them out once and for all, and so she had taken a shot of vodka a week ago and called up.She had shown up early because she liked being punctual, but now she was contemplating getting up and leaving. She kept telling herself that they would take one look at her, declare her crazy, and lock her up for the rest of her life. Jane took a deep breath, shutting her eyes, trying to relax herself. You’re going to be fine. But she really didn’t know.
Will had only been there about a week. He didn’t like staying sedentary, as if the place was going to latch onto him and hold him there forever if he stayed still too long. So Mr. Graham tended to wander the halls of the hospital, mentally cataloging each type of ‘crazy’ that was there and trying to form enough walls to not get inside of them any more than to understand what was the best way to avoid them and cause the smallest wake possible.
He happened across a face he hadn’t seen before and standing in a nearby doorway he watched the young woman who certainly seemed uncomfortable. “You’re new.” It wasn’t a question as much of a statement. A fact that left his mouth before he thought better of it. “It’s really not as bad as you’d think. Your mind is your own worst enemy” Will tapped at his temple, eyes only connecting for a split second before they fell away once again.
Her eyes turned to him for a moment. “You’re telling me.” She pulled her sleeves down further, although they were showing nothing more than her hands. She didn’t want the stitches to be seen. Jane bit her lip for a moment, then glanced over at him again with a smirk. “I’m Jane and yes, I’m new. Just got here, actually. And it really is that bad. They’re gonna lock me up forever once they start talking to me.”
mirrortouchsynesthesia started following you
“Um, hullo there! Who’re you?”
“Will Graham. I work with the FBI. I was, ah, wondering if I could ask you a few questions about last night, if you were in the area.”
“Uh, yeah, I was. And yeah, you can ask me questions, I guess. Want a cuppa tea or something?”
Will & Jane - Everyone’s Mad
She had shown up early because she liked being punctual, but now she was contemplating getting up and leaving. She kept telling herself that they would take one look at her, declare her crazy, and lock her up for the rest of her life. Jane took a deep breath, shutting her eyes, trying to relax herself. You’re going to be fine. But she really didn’t know.
mirrortouchsynesthesia started following you
“Um, hullo there! Who’re you?”
Hannibal opened the door to see someone standing in the waiting room.
“Do you have an appointment?”
Jane turned her head towards him. “Um, no. My-my car broke down and I don’t even live in this bloody country and — Sorry, I’m just freaking out.”
thedevilsexecutioner started following you
“Hullo there! Who’re you?”
+ janeharvard
—How’d you get in here?
“Um, I don’t know? Why’d you put me in here? Who are you?”