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IT'S FUNNY, IN A WAY. Most people think that being afraid of the darkness is childish and unnecessary. Like its something you grew out of when you were twelve or so. However, some people still fear it, even after their teenage years.

But when I was younger, I was told to never fear the dark, but what lurked inside the darkness. I had laughed it off, never having a problem with the darkness.

I had never thought that I would fear it ever again.

But here I was, eyes widened as they scanned the near pitch black corridor, slightly panicking as I speed walked towards the next corridor. I didn't like to admit it, but the creepy atmosphere of this place really did startle me. It's like something would jump out of me from the darkness, like a messed up horror ride.

I finally got to the next door, only to find it reinforced and made of metal. I raised an eyebrow before shrugging, as I didn't know what happened. Looking down, I flipped the file cover over, a male with short ash blonde hair and a grin stared back, menacingly.

'Muscular'

Age: 24

Previous admittance date: 29th December, 2014

New admittance date: 13th April, 2018

Reason/s: Murdered multiple people within the span of three days, using extreme and violent measures to do so. After being determined to be mentally insane, he was brought to many specialists, who could not help him. They also were transported to the hospital a short time afterwards.

Illness/es: Psychosis and IED.
-Psychosis is characterized by delusions, hallucinations, talking incoherently and agitation. The person with the condition usually isn't aware of his or her behaviour.
IED, Intermittent Explosive Disorder is characterized by an impulse-control disorder characterized by sudden episodes of unwarranted anger.

Warning: Be extremely cautious around the patient.

I pressed my lips together as I closed the file, wincing.

"What... a lovely profile." I whispered shakily. Slipping the file underneath the others, I tentatively put my hand on the cold door knob. I suddenly understood the need for the reinforced door. Turning the handle, I opened the door, the room dimly lit. Closing the door, I noticed that the room only had a mattress, a blanket and pillow, the pillow tossed across the room.

There was also a figure sitting on the mattress. He wore a white tank top, really defining and showing off his muscles, and I also noticed the top half of his orange prison overalls were tied around his waist. Abruptly turning around, his darkened eyes met mine. A crude grin crossed his features as he slowly stood, revealing his looming height, which seemed to be way over six foot. Even if he was trying to intimidate me, I gave a small smile, subconsciously grasping the files tighter and closer to my chest.

"Hello, I'm your new doctor, Y/N L/N. Its nice to-" his fist collided with the thick glass, making a loud thud. The sudden action startled me, making my sentence cut itself off and my eyes widen. I had to look upwards to see the maniacal smirk on his face.

"It doesn't matter WHAT your name is! Not when you're a bloody pulp. Dead on the ground." He started to laugh, holding his hands to the side of his head. I bit my lip, watching as the male acted insanely. I couldn't blame him, for he was technically insane.

"So, you prefer corpses over living people then?" I ask, standing still as I stood straight in front of him. He gave a low chuckle, shaking his head.

"No, I just prefer the screams from the soon to be corpses. Its like music to my ears." He gave a crooked smile, both hands on the glass. He lowered his head, staring at me with darkened eyes. "Wouldn't you agree, doc." He hissed, breathing shallowly. I hummed before shaking my head.

"It's not really my cup of tea. I'd rather have a conversation with a living person, y'know?" I reply back simply, keeping that small smile on my face. He threw his head back in laughter, taking a step back. He called down a little and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Tell me somethin', do you fear death?" He questioned, his voice low. I paused for a moment, thinking the question over. In the end, I shrugged.

"There's nothing to fear but fear itself. So, no. Not really." I held a finger to my chin, crossed my arm under my elbow. "No one knows what happens after death. That's why we wake up when we die in a dream or something. As far as I'm concerned, nothing happens. If anything, you just kill your memory when you die. People miss you and you'll leave traces of your life." I looked up to see his mouth slightly agape and his eyes unblinking as they stared at me. I dropped my hand from my chin and rubbed the back of my neck.

"Ah, sorry. I kind of just zoned out. I hope I answered your question." I apologize, giving a soft laugh. He huffed, turning away.

"Your answer is... interesting." He spook carefully, before turning to give me a wide grin. "Damn, they must train you to be some sort of stone, huh? Seeing as though you're not scared of me." He took a step forwards, placing a hand on the glass. "Which you really should." He warned, smirking. I shrugged, placing a hand on my hip.

"Well, that's too bad. Because I'm here to help you with whatever I can, albeit it's prohibited." I chuckle, watching his features twist into a scowl. He rolled his eyes, fogging up the glass with a huff.

"You say too much sappy and obvious shit. You're going to have to kill me to help me." His scowl turned into a menacing smirk. "Now tell me, would you do that? Doc?" I gave a frown, shaking me head.

"That's pretty much the opposite of my job. I'm meant to keep you alive, y'know?" An abrupt buzzing rubbed throughout my pocket, making me immediately reached into my pocket and silence the device.

"Looks like my times up, it was good meeting you..?" He pushed himself from the glass, turning around so that his toned back underneath his white tank top was visible.

"I go by Muscular right now. So call me that." He spat, not looking at me. I nodded to myself, completely getting the ego inducing name.

"Right, Muscular. I'll see you later. Be good." I wish, giving an unforseen wave as I walked out the door. Locking the reinforced door, I gave a sigh, finding the patient a little intimidating all alone. I shook my head, deciding it would be better to think about something else.

Like who my next patient would be.

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