room 204.

001.

isis;

I was staring out of the window counting how many trees we passed by, I counted up to 1,000 so far. My eyes started to hurt from the many trees passing by.

"Hey Isis, you heard me?" Charlie said to the me, snapping his fingers. Trying to get my attention.

I wondered if the trees ever counted the cars that passed them to keep themselves from getting bored.

I heard a deep sigh in the distance, "I'm taking you to a recovery facility, so you can get off the pain killers ok?"

I felt a warm hand on on my back which made my body shiver and I looked over a Charlie, with a faint smile, not saying a word.

He smiled back at me but with a worried face expression, the longer I stared at his features the more I realized he looked miserable. He had dark circles under his dimply lit hazel eyes and chapped red lips. I'm the cause of his misery.

I turn back to face out the window again, frowning at my reflection in the tinted glass.

third person;

Shortly after a 30 minute drive, which felt like a 56 hours, they finally arrived at the recovery facility. Isis' heart started hurting like someone was wringing it out. She didn't want to be there. You can detect the uneasiness is her eyes.

Charlie turned around to face Isis and gave her a reassuring smile, "It's ok Isis, come hold my hand." He put his hand out for the black haired girl to grab and she did just that. Isis started to feel better by the second as he took Charlie's warm hand, following him into the facility.

"Stay right here, I'll be right back."

Charlie walked to the front desk to sign up Isis into the program.

Isis looked around with her heart racing once again at everything they saw, but yet they were fascinated. She saw people picking at their skin while others were talking to themselves in the corners.

She started to wonder around the facility seeing more people do things that wouldn't be accepted in the society.

She saw a trail of blood in the distance and followed it only leading up to a little girl with blood oozing out of her arm. She was psyched. She didn't think anyone did the same thing they did to themselves. They trailed off once again getting lost into the hallways, until they bumped into a tall body.

brady;

"Another patient? how do they even get a hold of sharp objec-" I felt a person bump into me. I turned around to see if it was another one of our patients. I looked at the girl's features and was unable to recognize her. She was wearing an oversized blue hoodie with black skinny jeans and blacks vans. Her hair was pitch dark black with the nicest pair of soft brown eyes I've ever seen.

"Are you lost?" I asked curiously. She didn't reply back to me, all she did was look at me with an emotionless but also confused expression, she was probably wondering where she was or who I am.

"Come on, I'll take you back." I took her wrist and walked to the front desk. I saw a young man with brown hair, panicking. He saw me and looked at the girl next to me and looked relived.

"There you are Isis! I was worried sick. I thought I lost you."

I let Isis go and the brown-haired boy hugged her tightly. Isis didn't hug back but looked surprised like she's never been hugged before.

"Brady, you came just in time you've been assigned to help Isis." The front desk attendant smiled towards me and I looked at Isis.

The brown haired boy walked over to me, "please take good care of her." He said in a faint voice before walking away, looking back at Isis to wave at her, leaving the building not too long after.