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The inside of the building looked a lot like a broken mental hospital. All the kids wore grey sweat pants and t-shirts, making each person look like clones as the trudged through the dull hallways. The workers all wore whatever they felt like wearing, each one of them looking at least five years older than they probably were because of all of the days that they spent dealing with messed up kids.
All of the walls were a pristine white, the floors cold and hard concrete. So maybe it was less like a broken mental hospital, and more of a prison. All of the kids there seemed to have a dead look in their eyes, almost like the life had been sucked out of them. One of the workers lead me down a hall, and I passed kids that seemed to be doing nothing. Well, most of them had been. There was a room with an open door that I had the awful luck of looking into. In there was a small boy, looking not a day older than twelve curled on the floor, a group of large teens towering over him as they beat him. He was crying, but it was a silent cry, almost as if he knew what would happen if he tried to get help. The worker stopped when we reached a set of large double doors.
"We're uh, kind of low on room right now, so we're putting you in the mental wing." I stared at her blankly and she sighed. "You're going to have to go to all of the meetings for the addicts, but you'll do just about everything here in the mental wing. If you don't behave yourself, the guards won't hesitate to put you in solitary confinement." I nodded and she lead me through the doors, walking down a long blue hallway. I guess it was blue to try and help the kids to tell the difference between the different parts of the building. All of the windows were small and high up on the walls, not one of them big enough to have any of the kids escape out of. The worker lead me to my room, and even though it was small I at least didn't have to share it with anyone. She gave me a small booklet full of the rules. And then she left.
The door closed and I sat down on my bed, staring at the white wood. I didn't know what to do, both of my bags were already in the empty room, but it's not like I owned anything that would entertain me. I took a minute to wonder what it was that I had done to deserve to be put in this situation. Not just the building I was in, but everything. I couldn't help but feel alone. I bit my bottom lip, thinking about what it was I was going to have to do. What I would much rather do. I knew my mind was reeling with different ways I could off myself. And it was not helping.
I picked up the small booklet and flipped through it, reading over all of the ridiculous rules and the times for the therapy sessions I knew I was going to have to go into. After about an hour of sitting and doing nothing a worker passed by my room, telling me to go to the cafeteria and giving me directions to it.
There was about twenty people in the small cafeteria, all of them looking and acting like mental patients. All of them looked to be seventeen or younger, the youngest one looking to be about eight. I couldn't help but wonder what the kids in the room had done to end up there. I filed in line, getting a tray and food like everyone else as I slowly moved along. I was called over to a small table with a kid that looked oddly familiar. Naturally it took a moment for me to decided whether or not I was going to sit with him, but I decided to go with it and sat down at the small round table.
"Brendon right?" The kid asked and I nodded, staring down at the food that was on my plate. It looked disgusting, and I knew that even if I wanted to eat it I wouldn't be able to. I really didn't want to eat anyway. I felt sick. "Do you remember me?" I shook my head looking at the teen. He looked to be about my age, with dirty blond hair different shades of blond and brown highlighting all of his hair as his bangs fell in his face. "My names Alex." I nodded as I remembered him. "Kind of ironic we both manged to get rapped in this place." He said with a laugh.
"Alex who's your friend?" I looked over to see two other people sitting at the table, one of them looking dead with deep bags under his eyes, the other being the young kid that had spoken. He looked like he was the youngest in the room, something that I found to be somewhat odd.
"This is Brendon. He's a fiend of mine." Alex said with a smile, staring at the young boy. The boy had light blond hair and baby blue eyes. His skin was perfect and clear other than a short and deep scar that was at the top corner of his left brow. "Brendon, this is Qinn, but everyone calls him Duckie. And that's Camine." He pointed to the tall dead looking boy that sat at the table. He had round wire glasses and deep red hair with moss green eyes. "So what did you do to get locked in here Brenny?" Alex asked smiling at me. I didn't like the nickname he had given me, but I didn't bother to argue with it.
"Got caught with grass in my pocket." He nodded giving out a small laugh.
"That's why half of us are here." He said with a large grin.
"What about you?" I asked looking him in the eyes. He gave me a smirk.
"I beat your cousin half to death." I stared at him.
"What?"
"Yeah, he was being a douche to my friend Jack so I had to fuck him up." Alex said with a shrug.
"How did you know that he was my cousin?" I asked looking utterly confused.
"Spencer told me." I stared at him. How did Spencer know? I decided to just not question it. I sat there for a half hour listening to the other three kids talk as I just stared at my food and occasionally added a few words to the conversation. When I noticed people were leaving I got up and headed directly to my room. I just didn't want to be around anyone. I really just needed to be alone. I closed the door and sat on the bed, simply thinking as I stayed still until I fell into a light sleep.

I didn't wake up until a worker woke me to go to a group therapy session. I decided to stay quite when I was out of the mental wing. The worker lead me to a dim room that had a circle of chairs. The chairs were all filled with tattooed and pierced teens, each one looking more pissed than the last. I took an empty chair simply staring down at my hands as I waited for what was going to happen next. The room filled and an administrator came in, sitting down at what I'm guessing was the front of the circle, with a clipboard in hand. I blocked out most of what happened, ignoring when the administrator called my name to get to 'the root of my addiction.' I didn't even have an addiction.
After what felt like an hour we were all released, and half of the people emptied out of the room. However, a group of about four stayed, all of them looking down at me as the door to the room closed. There was no lock on the door, but one of the people went to go stand in front of it. I stayed still, knowing what was going to come. A hand grabbed for my neck. tossing me to the ground as the three of them formed a circle around me, kicking me as I bit my lip. The word faggot seemed to be the only word they knew. They screamed at me as one of them pulled me to my feet and pushed my already sore body up against a wall. I could feel my wounds sting and knew that my stab wound was bleeding once more.
The group threw punches at me, smacking and hitting me with all they could muster. One of their fists shot to my stomach, making me double over. Which only gave another one of them the opportunity to ram their knee in my face. I could feel my nose slowly start to bleed and couldn't help but wonder what it was I did that always manged to make people want to beat the shit out of me. It seemed like something I would never be able to get away from. Eventually they got bored and let me go. I fell to the floor, closing my eyes as I bled. The door shut and I sighed.
I never would be able to stop it, I would just sit back and learn to deal with it. I stayed on the floor, and that's where I fell asleep.


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Next chapter will be up sometime later this week. And it will hopefully be longer.

Kill_the_mainstream:It really does suck to be in his situation. I mean, like all of it. And currently, I'm just as excited to know what happens next as everyone else.

AnotherKifeInMyHand:He did make a friend, and that makes all of it...Oh...wait.... I don't know if that will make it better or not. Oh well.

PartyPoison:I wanna know what you have the thought of what could happen. Mainly because I have the majority of the next few chapters planned out. Kind of. I have ideas for them.

marissasorrentino:I have this odd feeling that the next few will be quite curious. I mean, come on! He's in a mental ward for criminally insane children. It doesn't get much odder than that. :)
I know I need to try and add more details, (that's always something I seem to avoid doing) because the majority of this story is just angst with no details. So I'll try and work on that.

-xoxo Pansy.