The Boy Behind The Red Door

Lesley could hear the sound of her heart beating wildly as the beautiful secretary opened the door to an office. The door opened like they were in slow motion as she held her breath. What took the secretary three seconds was like a minute to her. Here it is. Her very first job interview. "Are you sure you're ready?" the secretary asked, bothered by her pale face. She took a deep breath then looked at the secretary enthusiastically. "Yes!" she answered. But in reality, her chest is about to explode. The secretary sweetly smiled at her, and it gave her courage. The woman's smile is as beautiful as her face, she thought. "Okay, good luck!" the woman said and then politely pointed to the open door. "You can go in." "Thank you!" She slightly bowed her head to the kind woman then went ahead and walked into the office of the person who would dictate if she still has a house to return to. This manager, whoever he is, must hire her because her mother would throw her out of their house

When you think of a mental hospital, you expect it to be a home to people with mental illness. People whose minds have given up because they can no longer cope with life's stresses or mental diseases that are already etched in their DNA have entirely taken over their brains. It makes you wonder what the limitation of one's brain is or how strong a person is to endure traumas, heartaches, and depression. So when Lesley entered the room with the red door, the first question that came to her mind was, what did this person go through to get into this situation? Because in front of her is the boy behind the red door, quietly sitting on the floor with his back against the white wall and in chains. She hovered her eyes over the entirety of the person called V-03. The person's feet and hands were chained. His almost r****h-like skin was so white and pale that it was nearly the same color as his white shirt. His long black hair covered his mysterious face, but she could see his eyes as blac

"I said I'm sorry! Please talk to me." Patrick begged, but Lesley pretended not to hear him. He was getting on her nerves with his non-stop apologies. After his prank, she started ignoring him as if he was invisible then he kept bugging her to forgive him. Thankfully their mother was not home yet. He almost kissed her. It had always been like this. She was not that naive nor dense to not notice his romantic feelings towards her. But they can not go down that path. Even though they are not blood-related, she is still an adopted child by his mother. They still grew up together. So she can only see him as her brother. Patrick followed her everywhere she went. He even went inside her room and laid beside her on her bed. He would not leave her alone until she forgave him. He was the type of person who would not stop until he got what he wanted. "Have you really gone crazy? Get out of my room!" she shouted. Lesley sat on her bed and glared at Patrick, lying comfortably beside her like he

She took the deepest breath she could before opening the notorious red door to the room of the infamous patient, V-03. Her chest was drumming loudly in nervousness as the door opened. She suddenly recalled everything Mrs. Dapit told her earlier when she went to her office to make her employment at the hospital official.    Mrs. Dapit said all the scary things possible that might happen to her in this place. The grumpy woman obviously was not excited to see her come back. She had to hear all those horrible things that happened to the previous caretakers. Mrs. Dapit had no doubt she would end up like them. Dead or missing a body part. Wow. What a way to cheer her up and boost her morale on her first day?   But it was not just the strictness of her supervisor and the violent nature of the patient V-03 that worried her. Mrs. Dapit a

Kali just received a call from the front desk that a janitress asked to see her in her office. She sneered when she heard who it was. "I am busy right now, but let her in. I'm sure she wants to see me to hand in her resignation. I can make time for that." "Okay, Ma'am. I will tell her to come in." "Thank you." She put down the phone and put away the laptop on her desk. Then she heard three faint knocks on the door. "Come in." Slowly the door opened, and Lesley's head peeked. "Good evening," the young lady greeted before entering her office. Kali smiled widely. She could no longer wait to sign Lesley's resignation papers. "So, how may I help you, Miss Madrigal?" "Y-yes." Lesley swallowed before continuing. "Uhm, I just wanted to say tha—" "Wait!" she interrupted while she raised her right hand. "Let me guess. You want to leave, right?" She did not wait for Lesley to answer and assumed that the girl was giving up her job. She stood up and took a couple of documents from th