Madness In All

Title: Madness In All

Summary: Despreate to regain his brother's sanity, Trevor must endure the world of the crazed. But can he keep his own sanity from slipping away?

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Madness In All

Chapter 1.




Two weeks, two damned horrible and ruthless weeks since he began to stand against the metal door and watched as the boy in front of him scream in pure agony. If he could cry he would, but no tears ever came to his chocolate brown eyes. All he could do was watch as the boy threw his body against the padded flooring and walls as he tried to tear himself out of the white straight jacket. He wasn’t allowed to do anything, he couldn’t even touch the boy without guards to watch or the doctor to give the okay. No, all he could do was watch and listen to the screams of his only brother, his baby brother, thrash about as he was being sedated yet again.

He watched as those wild and crazed chocolate eyes burn into his before becoming dull and almost lifeless. The men wiped their brows on the back of their hands and left the room pulling him out as well.

“I want to stay please he needs me let me stay with him!” He shouted as the metal door locked behind the second guard.

“I am sorry but he’s become more crazed then before, perhaps in a week or so you may come visit him again Mr. Reinshide.”

Reinshide turned around to face a man in a long white lab coat. Neat short trimmed blonde hair was slicked back and away from a tanned young male face. Blue obsidian eyes were covered by oval shaped glasses.

“But he’s my brother! He’s not insane he can’t be!” He yelled out his fists clenched at his sides as he glared angrily at the man in front of him.

The man sighed softly as he pushed his glasses up, “his tests and these little outbursts prove otherwise.”

Reinshide turned his back on the man and just stared at the metal door before his body started to shake and he fell onto his knees, yet still no tears came to him. The guards had taken their cue to leave from the blonde as he knelt down beside him placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Trevor, this isn’t your fault he fell into this. Things just happen a trigger or a snap of something at any time can happen to anyone, to anybody,” the blonde said softly to him.

Trevor shoved his hand away, and stood up leaning his arms against the door, “leave me alone Derrick. . . . .I don’t need your fucking pity or shit called psychology,” Trevor growled out as his messy brown short hair hung about his face.

Derrick ignored his comment and instead wrapped strong arms about Trevor’s waist holding the other man’s back tightly to his front. His head rested against Trevor’s broad shoulder, that was covered by a dark almost blood red long sleeve shirt. Tight dark blue jeans held to a slim waist, with dirty white tennis shoes showing off the outfit. Derrick was easily taller then Trevor by a few inches. Trevor stood only five feet and nine inches, while Derrick stood at six feet two inches, a good five inches taller then he and a bit older as well. Derrick was only twenty-five, and already a psychologist for the mental ward’s heavily insane people. That’s how the two met. Derrick remembered that day two weeks ago, it was almost as if it had happened yesterday.


~*~FLASBACK~*~


The room was silent as derrick sat in his chair at his desk writing down something on a forum. His door burst open to reveal one of the guards obviously out of breath from running or something.

“Doc, we need your help now!” The guard shouted and derrick could hear the cries and screams rage into his office. Grabbing a syringe already sterilized and prepared for sedation he ran out following the guard to a gruesome sight.

A teenage boy was screaming and thrashing about in the arms of an older teen; there was blood all over his body from deep wounds along his arms and chest. The boy was clawing and biting at the older one’s arms making them bleed along with his own shedding blood. The boy was naked his clothes no where in sight.

“Help him you idiots!” Derrick shouted at the guards.

Three of the guards grabbed at the flaying body parts they could grip onto, the boy now was withering against the teen as he was held down.

“It’s alright this will make you nice and sleepy,” Derrick said softly as he injected a small dosage into the boy. The scream died soon and the boy’s body was now limp in the teen’s arms.

Derrick looked up at the teen surprised not to see him crying as the guards took the boy away from his arms. Derrick looked at his arms and took his hand sighing.

“Lets get you cleaned and bandaged up,” he said softly tugging the teen with him into his office.

“He’s. . . . . .he’s not insane. He, he just has a lot of stress,” the teen whispered as he sat on the couch that occupied the large office.

“What is his name?”

“Daniel Reinshide.”

“And yours?”

“Trevor Reinshide,” Trevor said his voice so calm and cool toned.

Just the tone alone made Derrick feel a bit unease about him as well. He cleaned the wounds up quickly and wrapped his arms in bandages. No words exchanged between the two for the longest of moments until derrick stood up walking over to his desk his back turned to Trevor.

“What will happen to him?” Trevor asked his head down eyes glued on the floor.

“He’ll have to stay here, I need to call your parents and-”

“We don’t have any. I’m his legal guardian.”

That shocked Derrick making him turn towards Trevor.

“How. . . . .how old are you?”

“Twenty -one.”

Twenty-one, but he only looked to being at least seventeen. Derrick pulled his chair up to Trevor and sat down in front of him.

“Mr. Reinshide from what I saw just a while ago, your brother does need help, and I am willing to help him out anyway that I can.”


~*~ END FLASBACK~*~



He softly kissed Trevor’s neck feeling the other man shiver in his arms. One of his hands moved from his waist and traveled up and inside Trevor’s loose shirt. Trevor bit back a moan his neck arching to lay back against Derrick’s shoulder.

“D-Derrick, not here. . . . .please.”

The blonde simply nodded and pulled back only a bit removing his hand from the younger man’s shirt. His other arm still stayed about his waist. He tugged softly on said waist pulling the brunette away from the door.

“Time to go Trevor,” he said softly his tone so full of sadness for his lover.

Trevor just stared mutely at the door as they left in silence.

‘I promise you Daniel. I’ll get back your sanity, no matter the price.’




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