Settling In [Tagged: Dominc]

[baylee]

Baylee was allowed outside again, just for an hour though and the staff were being very careful with him. Since he was trying to take the dressings off so he was able to access the stitches which were beginning to itch like mad now and sting like fuck. God the pain was awful and he wished it would leave now. His blue eyes looked around the gardens again, he wondered the glass he hidden few weeks ago was still here. Maybe not since the doctor which caught him red handed cutting might have found it now. Baylee was beginning to trust him slowly and soon enough he would tell him the true story why he was so scared of him, why he have been cutting so badly lately. Due to his sugar levels fucked up due to the insulin shock therapy given too him while he was in the other asylum, Baylee had to eat regularly small snacks. Yawning again as he haven’t slept like for three days, it was long and hard day, the room was pitch black and Baylee had no one for company. Before coming to the gardens he was given a mild dose of sedative to relax him and keep him out of trouble. Yes Baylee have been very aggressive for like five days straight now and no one knows why for his sudden violent burst. It just didn’t make any sense right now. Only Baylee knew and the reason which he was keeping closed to his chest and not saying a word at all.

Walking towards the area where he hidden the glass now. He was unable to cut into his arm, but he wanted to see the object was still there. Baylee felt a little sad and he began to sing. Yes Baylee have a excellent singing voice and in fact he written his own song which he did to show his feelings out. This song he used to play on the piano and since there was no music therapy room here, he began to make the tune into his throat and slowly he began to sing the first verse.

"Along the hard road
My journey is still beginning
I am looking the path which is right
So far all I see is a train
There is something blocking my path
I am slowly beginning to lose hope
Until I found you
My spirit friend to guide me
This is what you said

'Never give up
The path is nearly there
Just follow your heart
And it would lead you there'"

Then as the chorus was beginning to come, Baylee raise his voice, closing his eyes, showing the feeling was in his heart and he was telling the sorry behind the song. Since there was no music to help him, his vocals were amazing for this and maybe he would become a professional singer. When he was eleven years old, his choir teacher was amazed by his vocals and encouraged his parents to sign him up for singing college which students are trained and eventually perform on stage in west ends, pop groups etc.

"You keep giving me happiness
You keep giving me hope
You keep giving me the strength to carry on
You keep giving me your love
That's what I need to carry on"

As he finished the chorus he noticed it was getting pretty bad and the daylight was vanishing now. Not wanting too get into trouble with the staff members he quickly legged it back towards the dorms where he stays now. He loved in the living quarters as they were warm and comfortable. It was like he was back at home, which wasn’t like a hospital all. As he walked in a spotted there another patient. Baylee smiled friendly, which was at first for him. Normally he would turn aggressive and be mean and cold towards him, but this time he was being different. Hello he spoke always being polite. Baylee despite his problems does try and be friendly with everyone here as he hated to be mean all the time. Maybe this guy could help me he thought and starched his neck, little unsure of his own plan now. He was studying his clothering and physical body at the time.

Slowly coming back to his usual self he shaked his head, and the patient which was in his room, suddenly vanished. Maybe I just imagine him, he then lied down on the bed, looking at the ceiling for moment, before his eyes slowly closed as snoozed for while.

Tagged ::: Dominc
Status ::: Complete
Words ::: Nine hundred +
Song ::: Carry On, written by myself [don't steal]

[Dominic Graves]

Dominic had managed to give the guards and nurses the slip while they were dealing with another patient. For a man of his size, giving anyone the slip was quite a feat, but somehow he had managed to pull it off with great success. In his pure white scrubs he made his way through the building while he tried not to garner any attention from the staff. Soon it came to his attention that one of the security staff was standing in the way of him making it further down the hallway. So thinking quickly he carefully opened a door to a room and he stepped inside, hoping to avoid being caught. He had no desire to be locked up in a padded room or being drugged which left him feeling like a zombie. He turned with a sigh of relief when he noticed a body lounging on the bed near him.

Gently he cocked his head curiously while he studied the slumbering youth. He looked so innocent laid out on the mattress, like the perfect victim. His tongue extended out, licking over his bottom lip as he stepped away from the door to approach the bed. He halted next to the bed, his aquamarine eyes moving over the youth's body before they slowly made their way back up to his throat where his pulse was beating just beneath the skin. Very lightly he ran his fingertips along Baylee's leg before he ran it along his chest “So perfect,” he said in a whisper as he bend down, blowing some air across Baylee. “Wake-up,” Dominic commanded in a rather sing-song voice which almost made him laugh. He was enjoying himself just looking at the young man, knowing he had full control over the situation or at least he believed he had the power over it.