Dedicated to; @chloemeares for the idea.

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"No! I don't need these meds!" I cry as I try to run away from my doctor.

They all think I'm crazy because I see dead people. My frail body is captured by the strong muscly body guard. I scream and kick at him, hitting him right in the crotch. He releases me and I run to the entrance.

A man stops me from running out. He's coming in and I slam I to him. I sob softly as the urgency to leave this place grows in the out of my stomach.

"Woah, what's wrong?" The man asks.

His brown caring eyes throwing me off guard. I shake my head and whimper softly, my time is running out.

"Please don't let them make me take the meds. They don't do anything for me. I'm not crazy." I cry.

The man brushes back some of my brown hair from my face and takes my hand in his, leading me down a corridor and I to an empty room. I sit down on the bed, my knees to my chest. He sits next to me and rubs my back softly.

"Why are you in here?" He asks softly.

"I did the stupid thing of trusting my family. I told them and they sent me here." I say softly, looking at the dull grey wall in front of me.

"Told them what?" He asks.

"That I see ghosts." I whisper.

"I see them too." He whispers softly into my ear.

I turn my head to him stunned. I didn't expect him to say that and I didn't expect him to be so close to me. He sighs and moves hair from my face.

"They never leave. No matter how much medication they give you, it won't make a difference. Sometimes it makes it worse. I know what you're going through." He says as he leans his forehead on mine.

"How do you deal with it?" I ask.

"You try to ignore it. If you can't then you go somewhere alone and you try to help those ghosts move on." I sigh and close my eyes.

"I don't know if I can do that." I murmur.

"You can. I know it. I'll help you." I smile softly at him.

He places his warm, soft hand on my cheek. Caressing my cheek, he leans in and brushes his lips against mine ever so lightly. I gasp softly and rest my hand softly against his neck, bringing his lips to mine again.

"You don't have to deal with this alone anymore." He whispers against my lips as he lays me down on the bed we're sitting on.

His beautiful brown eyes sparkling as he stares down at me. I smile, with shaky hands I unbutton his top, igniting the fire that we let burn for all through the night in a fit of passion, lust, connection, desire, longing, sweat and bliss.