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OKAY! HERE WE GO! chapter three is here... remember, comment on which tense you like better, if you want to know what i'm talking about read my last entry. OKAY!

Chapter 3: The Doctor
It had been three days since the events of Jordan’s inexplicable dream. Mellow Springs Institute had been turned inside out by the brutal murder of one pf the patients. The man’s body was found in his room, his head was found in the rec. room, a look of fear frozen on his features. There was a police investigation, but it didn’t last long, it was over in less then two days. There was no witness, no evidence, and no motive. On the third day, after the police had left Mellow Springs for the last time Jordan was released from where the orderlies had hid him and allowed to rejoin the community of the asylum. His reintegration was quick and uneventful, but he did notice that the wards looked at him differently afterwards. They no longer looked at him with hate, but instead with fear. It was if they knew what he had seen, and were not sure if he was the one who had murdered there fellow patient.
His second day in the rec. room felt much different from his first. Instead of the hostility he expected to feel when walking into it he felt the cold shoulder of fear. He stood in the doorway looking at each person. Very few met his gaze, and those who did quickly averted their eyes. Only two people made eye contact, Zach, who was sitting in a couch across the room, and the girl who had given him the warning his first day.
Zach beckoned for Jordan to join him, and after a lingering glance at the girl Jordan obeyed. He collapsed next to Zach and sighed.
“Long day?” Zach asked.
“Long past three days, my friends,” was Jordan’s sad reply.
“I hear you,” Zach said, “I don’t think the others like you very much.”
“What makes you think that, the fact that they stay three feet away from me at all times, or that they never meet my eyes?”
Zach laughed and said, “Neither, it was that I heard one of them say, ‘I don’t lie that Jordan kid.’”
Jordan laughed, but to his own ears he sounded hysterical. The past three days had been very trying for his mind, and he could feel himself beginning to crack under the pressure. He could feel his mind beginning slip, and he was grasping for any hold to sanity. He needed something to give him a reason to live, if he didn’t he would go insane.
“-how bout you?” Zach finished a question that Jordan had missed.
“I’m sorry?” Jordan said.
“Never mind,” Zach said, “I’m going to go get something to eat, you want to come?”
Jordan shook his head and Zach shrugged and walked away. Jordan leaned back and closed his eyes, prepared to spend the next several hours in sleep that he desperately needed, but to his dismay he was disturbed by a sharp tap on his shoulder. He opened his eyes to see an orderly standing over him.
This one seemed nicer then the others, his face was softer, and his expressions were not ones that seemed frozen in hate. Also he was polite, “Could you come with me please?” he asked Jordan.
Jordan sighed and stood up, “Sure.”
They exited the rec. room together and began to walk down the long corridors of the institute. The orderly took him down several turns, and Jordan began to wonder how big Mellow Springs really was. He had never seen it from the outside, and he only knew the way from his room to the rec. room and back. He hadn’t even seen the cafeteria, he was certain this place was much bigger than he had thought at first.
“Could you maybe tell me where it is you’re taking me?” Jordan asked.
“You’re going to go see The Doctor,” the orderly said, his voice shaking with what Jordan thought was fear.
“Are you afraid?” Jordan asked, struggling to keep up with the orderly’s long strides.
The orderly nodded and said, “The Doctor is not the nicest man, and I don’t like going anywhere near him.”
Jordan nodded and continued to follow his guide to whatever fate had in store for him.

The Doctor’s office was a simple place. Small, rectangular, and most of it was taken up by a large wooden desk. There was not much light in the room, and the shadows seemed to reach for Jordan hungrily, at least that’s what Jordan thought.
The Doctor himself was an old man, at least in his late sixties, with a full head of white hair and thick round glasses. He always smiled, though it was not a smile of happiness, but instead one that made you wonder just what he was thinking. He spoke with a British accent, and stood behind his desk with his hands clasped behind his back.
“I brought you here so I could ask you some questions,” The Doctor said. Jordan shrugged; he didn’t like how nice The Doctor sounded, like he was talking to a six year old. “Can we do anything to help with your living conditions?” The Doctor asked.
“Yeah, you could let me out,” Jordan replied. The Doctor shook his head, “I’m sorry, but we are not able to do that, you see you’re-“ Jordan cut him off by banging his hands on the desk and shouting, “I’m not crazy, I don’t belong here, my parent’s put me in here because they wanted my money!”
The Doctor shook his head, “My my, what a temper you have my young friend. I’m afraid you are wrong though, your parents did not put you in here, it was your care taker.”
“My what?” Jordan asked, now confused, “No, I’m pretty sure my parents put me in here.”
“That’s quite impossible my friend, for you see, your parents are dead, have been for quite some time now, almost ten years,” he checked his charts, “That would be when you were about nine years old.”
“I know how old I was ten years ago,” Jordan snapped.
“No, I’m afraid you don’t,” The Doctor said, “You have been living in a delusion for quite some time now my friend, and you were put into this clinic to help you escape your fantasy world.”
Jordan shook his head, his mind raced, trying to accept this new information. Nothing about what he had just learned made sense, and he was completely lost. He found himself wondering if maybe he was crazy, and that’s when everything changed.
Jordan looked up and saw The Doctor’s smile widen. It was at that moment that Jordan realized how amazingly sharp The Doctor’s teeth were. Not just the canines, but ever single one of his teeth seemed to be filed down to a point. The already dim light began to dim even more, and the shadows advanced hungrily, cloaking The Doctor in darkness. The only thing that wasn’t hidden was that strange fanged smile and the two round lenses of The Doctor’s glasses. Jordan felt fear beginning to make itself known to him and he took a step back. The mouth responded by speaking.
“Hello Jordan, welcome to Insanity.”


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