Things Only Go Downhill

Chapter 2

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"Find me where dreams are lost in reality"
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Elio stared up at the ceiling, tracing the ceiling panels and counting all of the screws. He had already memorized the floor and his small view outside of the hospital window. Two years ago he had found himself in a hospital across the country in New York. He had been there with a severe concussion and partial memory loss. He had watched the news of his family's slaughter on the tv and cried himself to sleep for the next few months.

Now, in early August he had found himself in the hospital for another reason; he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't take being somebody's charity case or somebody's cash grab when he was supposed to be sipping champagne at an elegant party and getting fitted for the next gala. He couldn't take being without his family, his country, his home, and his language. He was completely alone and just couldn't find a reason to wake up in the morning.

He was at the hospital because he had locked himself in the bathroom and dug a blade into his wrists until his arms were red and his vision began to blur from his tears and the loss of blood. Unfortunately, he had mistimed when the Jacobson's would be home from work and he had been found in time. On top of that, they decided they didn't want to deal with his issues and were sending him away just like every other family and group home had.

"Hey," Two long and bony fingers snapped in his face making his jaw clench in frustration. "Quit it, Elio. I know you understand me. I'm not stupid" Mrs. Oscars sneered. Elio had quickly discovered he hated his social worker. So instead of cooperating with her, he pretended that he didn't understand English just to get on her nerves. It wasn't like she could prove otherwise. "You're lucky I was able to find someone who wanted to take you" she muttered.

Mrs. Oscars took a seat on the chair beside him before scanning over the doctor's clipboard with all of his information listed on it.

"Lola had four other boys, so I think you'll fit in well. Of course, it's only temporary"
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Tick... Tick... Tick...

Silas glanced up at the clock in the corner of his classroom. His eyes locked at the minute hand as it finally clicked into place and a loud bell shot through the school. He wasted no time shutting his books and shoving them into his bag. He left the classroom, sending a polite smile to the teacher as he left. He shoved his hair out of his eyes and headed down the halls that were quickly crowding with students.

"Silas" A scrawny red-head called making Silas curse under his breath. Wesley Wellington; stuck up rich snitch drug addict from Manhattan. Wesley was always a risk. He would rat someone out in a heartbeat to spare his own sorry ass which only made the boys at Westwood resent him more. Rich boys didn't belong in the asylum... Everyone knew that. But the only thing worse than a rich boy was a snitch. Silas hated him, but for the sake of surviving, he hung around him. There were only three upper-class boys at the asylum; Wesley Wellington, Marco Longfellow, and Silas Redfield. He had no choice. Unless he wanted to hang around Maze, Wesley and Marco would have to do.

"Hey" Silas forced a bright and cheery smile as Wesley caught up. Now he just had to find a way to get rid of him.

"Hey... How've you been?" Wesley yawned as he hugged his book tighter to his chest. Silas glanced around at the other boys glaring down at Wesley. The only reason Silas got by was that he was friendly and he was an easy fuck. Maze didn't care and Silas enjoyed sleeping around when he could. Besides, if it wasn't for that Silas would have gotten his ass beat a long time ago.