A.N My third character, Subject 4. I've tried to make all the characters really different to each other. This has to be one of my favourites. I like his power.
"Tom, I'd like you to look around, and count how many you can see in this room." the Doctor spoke calmly and clearly.
Tom raised his head, and peered around the room.
"Ten."
Dr Markus nodded, and noted something down in his notepad. Tom shifted uncomfortably in his chair, looking around the room; he noted how ugly it was, with the white wash walls and plastic furniture. The entire institution was the same. It just made a depressing place even more depressing.
"Okay, Tom. Now, where are they?"
"There's one behind you," Tom replied, "And three by the window. Two of them are laughing at the painting on the wall, the one of the old man on the swing. One is sat leaning against the far wall, and another two are by the bookcase. One of them is pulling faces behind your back."
The Doctor shirted uncomfortably, and jotted something else down in his notepad.
"Okay. Okay. Yes, that's all for today, Tom, you can go back to your room."
Tom stood up quickly, and left the room. He found his sister, Sarah, waiting in the white corridor outside.
"When are you getting out?" she asked him, instantly.
Tom shrugged. "Never." He walked quickly down the lino floor of the hallway, and Sarah ran to catch up.
"Seriously, Tom, I can't be doing with you in this Mad House any longer, its freaky. I don't get why you're even doing it. You know full well you aren't insane."
"I know I'm not insane."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "So if you aren't insane, why don't you just say something and get the hell out of here? Why bother staying in a Mental home when you aren't mental?"
"You don't understand."
"No, Tom, I don't! You expect me to understand that you think you can see dead people? How could I possibly understand that?"
"I didn't say you would."
Sarah grabbed his shoulders as he started walking away from her. She looked at him angrily, eyes blazing, her black hair tied back into a high ponytail. He stared back steadily, with the same grey eyes, his own black hair cropped short.
"Tom, this is not fair. Mum is going crazy, and Dad hasn't come home from work for about three days. This stupid stunt you're pulling, it's ripping out family apart, and its not funny."
Tom pulled away. "You think I meant that to happen?"
Sarah bit her lip.
"You think I want this? I can't help it, Sarah, it's just who I am! I was happy to stay at home, I know there's nothing wrong with me. It wasn't my choice to come here, it was Mum and Dad's. I'm not trying to make things hard, but it's not my fault that none of you believe me. I can see them, they're everywhere, hundreds and thousands of them, millions, and the only thing I ever did wrong was to be able to. It's not my fault you can't."
She shook her head. "I don't get you. I don't get you at all." He voice raised, as she flapped her arms through the air, "look, here I am, how come I can't feel anything? If this whole place if full of the dead, how come I can't feel them?"
Tom didn't reply, and Sarah glared at him.
"I really hate you, Tom," was all she said, before she walked away from him.
"I'm sorry, Sarah," he called after her. She shot him a v, and he watched as she swung the doors at the end of the corridor. They slammed shut after her.
Slowly, he walked down the corridor, apparently alone, but in reality, accompanied by just a couple of people, who whispered to him soothing words. It seemed to Tom that the only people who cared about him, were dead.
