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I wake up in a cold sweat, my normal routine after a sleep plagued with nightmares. I found that since I was put in the psych ward, the nightmares don’t stop. They get worse the longer I stay here, maybe it’s because I can only think of my grandfather here but anyways. I got up stepping on the stone floor, my feet protected from the cold hard surface because of the grip socks given by the nurses. My pajamas itchy as usual, I change into my day clothes. Not much different from my pajamas but it’s nice to change. I wait for the signature click that means the doors are unlocked, I go and open the door before heading down the hallway to go get breakfast.
“I wonder if Enoch’s up yet” I think to myself as I enter the room. I hear a familiar Scottish accent behind him, “I’m over here Jake”. I turn around and smile at the dark artist sitting in the corner. “I’m gonna grab some food, do you need anything?” I ask because he usually can’t afford the actual good food so I usually buy it for him. I see him shake his head which I know means he’s hungry he just doesn’t want to ask me for anything. I nod and walk through the breakfast line grabbing my favorite things and Enochs favorite. The total cost was basically nothing compared to how important it was to make sure Enoch ate. I return with a tray filled with food and I hand Enoch the food I grabbed for him, he gives me an annoyed look before opening the coffee cake and taking a bite. I smile and take my seat next to him eating with him.
This is our usual arrangement since I got here, well after he stopped hating me. I buy him food, we hangout, I have an episode, he comforts me, curfew hits. When curfew hits I try to sleep, but then I’m hit with the same nightmare every night. My grandfather dead in his backyard. The police all thought it was an animal attack that killed him but I know better, I saw what killed him. It was a hollow, they hunt peculiars. No one believed me so they sent me here to this dirty mental institution, luckily there’s other peculiars here like Enoch.
Enoch says he can raise the dead and give things life. I believe him, just being with him makes me feel more alive. But there’s also a girl named Emma who says she can control fire, and another named Olive that says she is lighter than air! There are more but they’re my closest friends. My grandfather knew kids like them before, they think they know my grandfather. The bird who takes care of us is Dr.Peregrine, she’s amazing with kids and she can turn into a bird!
My grandfather’s death was recorded as an animal attack, but I saw it. As much as I miss him, I love my new friends and am happy I got to meet them. Enoch especially, he’s my best friend and I’m his. And because of that, no one has to know that his accent makes me weak in the knees. No, no one needs to know that.