Angel & Judas

* Note: This is the first time writing a story. I had this story as images and scenes in my head like a movie, so putting them into words was a big challenge.Thanks DU for this category.  Hope you enjoy.    
     
Sam was awake. always awake. Its passed midnight. No one has seen his eyes closed. The guy pushing the wheelchair has a very brutal control over the patients here. The night staff hates it when they have to be busy at this time. You can see the frowned faces of the warden and nurses. Sam was transferred from the juvenile crime unit.      
     
[font=Tahoma,Geneva]Jeane parked the car. It was 2.30 am. The brightness of the flash light almost blinded her. The cross made a shade just for one eye. She didn't want to park inside, so walked into her house.    
     
The room was spacious, white walls, light colours, Sam started to notice the atmosphere. White walls reminded him of home. He could hear the children talking, smiling. Oh it’s for real. It took a moment but he figured he is in a place with more children. He was nervous. You can see it in his face, his eyes. Sam was alone for a while. He was searching for the last moving object in the dark, spinning the head directing the ears to any sound. When everything was quite and still, he fell asleep.    
     
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[font=Tahoma,Geneva]Jeane woke up to a call after snoozing the alarm for more than a hour. She got out of the bed with the frown face. "New patients aren't supposed to come till next week". "shit!".    
     
The guy at the hospital walked through the corridor banging the walls with his steel baton making the wake up call. Sam was already awake when he entered the main door. The warden checked all the report sheets, forms and charts regarding Sam. They had to keep the breakfast just near him on the floor, because Sam won’t get up from his corner. As the guys from the ambulance that dropped off Sam mentioned last night, Sam had never spoken to any one, he never sleeps, weird as hell with the staring.      
     
[font=Tahoma,Geneva]In the car Jeane lit up a cigarette. Jon's message regarding Sam, she is hooked onto it. While browsing the news on Sam she did the final touches for make up in between the signal lights. Her eyes will tell about last night. She puts on the shades and walked into the hospital greeting the security with a beautiful smile.      
     
Warden came and stood with the new files. Jeane asked her for some aspirins for her hangover while uncovering Sam's file. A cd fell off. She gave the cd to the warden and told her to play this cd for the kid. May be this will calm him and maybe she could take a word out of him. "We have to let him admit and we have to make him forgive himself then only his soul will be free". Warden's words with the bold eyes, Jeane smiled,  and reminded her of the aspirin again.    
     
Sam was in his world while they put the cd player and set the volume. He tapped his fingers to the tempo.      
     
Memories flashed back with the music.      
     
"He had a simple life, Him and his younger brother, mother, father. A fast slide show of his child hood memories till he set his eyes on her. They grew up together and time changed it into love. It didn't effect their bad behaviour in the society, because the young couple drowned in drugs and whatever they can fuel up their adrenaline. She was a pretty girl. They were living the moments of their lives. But Sam. Sam was greedy he was greedy for love, lust, emotion and lead him to take more doses. He started using products we never heard of."    
     
Sam shook his head as he noticed some trouble. Cd player is starting the 3rd track.      
     
Sam, his girl friend and his child hood friend. Three of them were separated from their friends circle because they branded them weirdos. Three of them partied at Sam's house. His parents will be out for most of the days. But Sam went into new medicines, and it is kinda eating him up. He started to feel abandoned.      
     
But that night, Sam was really feeling it. His love expanded beyond limits, his emotions blinking red. He came back after his personal dose to find his love melting over his friend. Sam was already in his Sim world. Everything is his rules. Sam find them guilty. Did Sam give them a chance to talk? Did he actually saw them kissing?    
     
[font=Tahoma,Geneva] Jeane drank another glass of water. She is fascinated with Sam's story. She start to read the police reports of the incident. Jeane read it with her eyes wide open.      
     
"Sam hit his head with the bat. Wrapped her screaming mouth with a table cloth. He increased the volume. Even in his world the rule was there "Don't let her scream". He sat there for a while. Watching him her. He could see her cry. But he has already taken the role as the judge. He hit her head again and brought some ropes. He hanged her by her legs to the fan. Her hair touching the ground creating a path to blood to flow. Then he hanged him by his neck. He is not moving. By a single hit Sam avenged the betrayal of his friend. He smiled."    
     
His beloved hanging there, sobbing, mourning    
Sam humming the song      
He had a scissor in his hand.    
He stabbed her with an open scissor    
everything goes silent.    
a deep silence....    
     
he cuts,    
     
it sounded like crushing of an egg.    
     
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Jeane heard the sound of her staff shouting and running. Its kinda normal in a mental hospital.      
When she read the previous reports from Doctor who channelled him.      
There was a special note about the cd.      
"Patient start acting violently to the track 7"    
     
Sam's mourns became screams as the song progressed. As the distortion riff starts Sam was shivering on the floor on his own urine. Flashing memories.    
     
How he drew two wings on the wall, and came to sit back and watched the wings getting attach to her body. Again he went and wrote "Angel" below the wings. and "Judas" below his friend on the floor tiles.    
     
And waited there watching his angel with wings, till next evening till his parents came.    
     
[font=Tahoma,Geneva] Jeane ran in and stopped the cd player. Sam still shivering, Breathing heavily. Dr. Jeane cleared the workers holding Sam and watched him get up and sit against the wall. His hand found a piece of bread sponged in his urine, he wanted to eat, he felt hungry. A scene of his mother hitting his arm when he tried to eat a lays chip that fell on the ground flashed in his head. He threw the piece of bread away. Doctor could see his tears.      
     
Jeane saw it as a good sign.    
     
When she saw the photos she pressed her lips and thought to her self this was an artistic homicide. He may have spent hours to paint the red wings on the wall behind her. The word Angel was an anagram of Judas    
     
Dr. Jeane introduced her to him, kept some papers and chalks on the bed and left    
     
Sam crawled in the bed with new pants. A chalk in his fist. He had drawn an anagram reads Angel / Jeane.    
     
Should we blame it on the drugs?