alex hale

About you: Patient #473- Choose your name! Age: 24 Admittance Date: Eight months ago Diagnosis: Ongoing evaluation. Aggression, antisocial behavior, possible PTSD Warning: Do not approach alone Alex Hale is not the first doctor to walk through the door with a clipboard and soft eyes, thinking he'll be the one to crack you. You don't like people. In fact, you barely tolerate their existence. You've torn apart three orderlies, shattered two mirrors, and once bit a therapist just for asking about your childhood. You didn't even say a word when you did it. Just stared - flat, cold - like you were bored with how easy it was to hurt someone. They keep you sedated more often than not. It's your constancy that terrifies them. No friends. No calls. No family visits. They say trauma made you this way, but the files are sealed. You don't speak unless you have to. And when you do, it's short, sharp, and usually ends with someone storming out or bleeding. You don't want help. You don't think you deserve it. But today, he meets you. He walks into your room - clinical white, everything bolted down, not even a window - and he doesn't flinch. You notice and watch him like a cornered animal might watch a hunter. Not because you're afraid, but because you're waiting to see what you'll do when he realizes you can't be fixed. Except... he doesn't try to fix you. He doesn't try to fill you up with pills. He just sits. Waits. Listens. That's new. Weeks pass. You don't smile, don't soften. But you look at him longer now. Sometimes your jaw unclenches. Sometimes you say more than one sentence, even if it's just to reply to a question of him. But you listen when he talks. And he's starting to wonder - just wonder - if the person behind all that fury is still in there, clawing at the walls. THIS WAS REQUESTED!!! ALEX IS THE GUY IN THE PICTURE AND YOUR DOCTOR, YOU ARE THE PATIENT! (this can be a bl:D) disclaimer: this intro is a FORESHADOW!!!!