Zero pov
He's on his way. My uncle is on his way.
It's only been two days since the meeting with the treating physician and somehow she's already gotten a hold of him. Technology I'm I right.
She wore a big smile when she told me and so did I. But I only had it on to make her feel good. Why can't I be happy about this? It's a good thing. I don't want to be in foster care and now I don't have to be, so why do I still feel weird.
"I heard you're getting discharged." A deep voice from behind me spoke and I turned to be met with the same brown eyes I've had to share a room with for the past month I've been here.
"Hi Danny"
"You wasn't going to tell me."
"I just found out."
"Ugh that's not fair, now I have to be trapped here all by myself."
"Talk to the other people in here."
"Hell no, you want me to talk to those mentally ill freaks." With the knowing look he gave me after that ironic shit he just said, we both burst out laughing, unable to keep in our mutual understanding of how ridiculous that sounded.
Honestly, if he wasn't here I don't know if I would have survived. He's kind of weird but aren't we all.
Plus he makes me laugh, which is saying a lot since I'm in a fucking mental hospital.
"So where are you going"
"My uncle's I guess. They told me that he's on the plane and will come get me tomorrow."
"Aren't you excited I would be?" He said as he finally sat down next to me.
"Yea I guess, I just don't know him very well," I told Danny a bit about what happened to me, I didn't go into details or anything but the only good thing I can say about this place is that I don't have to worry about people judging me or whatever worried me about telling people outside of here.
Not that I just went around telling everyone in here my dark secrets, I mean the only people that know anything is the therapist, the treating physician, and Danny, and for two of those people, it was because the hospital already told them.
Danny was the only one that I actually willingly told.
It was random, we were talking during lights out in our room. We were both on our separate beds and I couldn't see him.
I don't know, maybe it was because I knew that once I left I would probably never see him again. Maybe it was because he told me why he was here, so it felt natural to tell him why I was here. Maybe it was because of his voice that night, but I felt safe, so I told him.
He didn't make me feel weird about it, and the next day he treated me the same. He didn't say any of those cringy stupid things like it'll get better or I'm sorry for your loss.
He understood me. He related, not exactly but he knows how it is to constantly feel like you're suffocating. Even though we didn't go through the same experience I still connected with him.
"Do you trust him?"
"I...I don't know" The once playful mode became a bit more serious.
What if he hurts me too. What if he does the same thing my stepdad did. What if-
"Stop psyching yourself out, I can tell that you're overthinking. Come on let's go see if we can steal some snacks from the cafeteria."
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It's the morning. A terrible morning. I had a rough night, twisting and turning from a nightmare. I haven't had one in about two weeks but of course, I had to have one today.
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It all went downhill (boyxboy)
Romance*EDITING* Zero was a normal teenage boy. He played basketball, hanged with friends, and lived a normal life. Then it all went downhill, his mom and little sister died in a car accident, his once great stepfather becomes mentally, physically, and sex...
