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I was put into a room with another boy around my age, when I got into the room he was laying on the bed I suppose he was sleeping but I don't know.
"You got a bunkmate Josh! Make sure to give him a nice greeting!"
One of the ladies closed the door leaving the both of us. Josh picked up his head staring at me.
"You're very scrawny, how old are you?"I shot him a look of annoyance, I didn't want to come off as some stuck up asshole so I answered him with what I thought to be a fairly friendly response.
"Look, I don't want to be here. And I don't even know if you want to be here. So why don't we do each other a favor and just leave each other alone?"
"Jeez, no need to get your panties in a twist. I was asking a simple question."
Josh was now fully sitting up, leaning on the bad frame. He kept a gaze on me like watching my every move. I could definitely tell me and Josh weren't going to get along.
I grabbed my bag and took out my diary, or could I even call it that?
"What brings you here anyways, parents disown you? Or did they just bring you here cause they seriously thought you were insane, or did the govern-"
"SHUT UP! No! No! JESUS, STOP FUCKING TALKING!"
"There's no need to be so rude, it would be even worse if you and your bunkmate didn't get along."
Bunkmate-smunkmate I don't care. I want nothing to do with this place. I just ignored him. You don't need friends, especially not if their from an mental asylum, I wonder how this would look on my record....you know, like the ones they check for jobs?
I'm not insane, they just don't know what I've seen... with my best friend I mean, he passed away 2 years ago.
"Hey, dude? What are you here for....? I'm here because of my mom. She swore I was insane, I mean... we argued one time. That was it for her. Been here for about 3 years, not much compared to Junkie though, he's been here since he was 7... and now he's 18!"
I mean, I realized others have it worse then me. But this man just told me something I'd never tell anyone, he must trust me then...
"Me? What I'm in here for? Well.. I was suicidal.. tried to kill myself over 8 times, all was unsuccessful though. Guess my family had enough, therapy never helped.. and they never tried to help me. Or maybe this was their form of help, I don't know.."
The dude just sat there, taking in all I told him. Finally he took a deep breath, and spoke. "Many people are in here for suicide, but you're the first I've ever heard say they tried over 8 times.. I mean, damn dude. What happened to you?"
This was where I had to pick, but maybe just maybe he wouldn't go spreading talking about my suicide attempts.
"It was my friend..2 years ago. We were playing outside, like we always do. "
The boy sat there, he stared at me. Almost like he didn't know what to say, and I mean he didn't! He tried to speak .. I know he did, he would open his mouth then close it again, he just couldn't find the right words to say.
"Actually, nevermind."
"What you don't wanna tell me about it?"
"No, you just sat here and revealed to me that some dude named Junkie has been in here for years man, why would I trust you?"
Guess that got him, cause he didn't say nothing else after that...or about that topic at least.
"What are you writing?" He said glancing at my notebook
"Oh...well I don't really know. Whatever comes to mind."
"Does it help?"
"Help with what?"
"Your suicidal thoughts, does it help?"
"No."
He just nodded his head and layed back down on the bed, I hope what I told him wasn't going to back fire on me. I mean should I care? I'm not going to be here that long...not long at all.
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Soon some nurse ladies came into our room telling us we need to get out and go to the mess hall, guess we had no choice on eating here. I made my way to the mess hall, and I must say it was packed with kids...ages ranging from teens to youngest looking to be about 7. I caught a couple glances from kids as they tried to figure out if I was new, that boy...Josh was it? He waved me over to a table that was almost packed there was barely any room didn't look like it'd fit anyone else and yet there I was squeezing in-between him and some other kids.
He wrapped his arm around my neck pulling me closer to him, smacking the table to give me an introduction to everyone.
"Listen up! This here is...uhm what's your name?"
"Lincoln"
"This is Lincoln, he's new and as in new I mean he's brand new never been here. Now you can feel how you want to Lincoln here, but I must add he is my bunkmate."
Many looked welcoming while some...let's say they didn't, one girl specifically, and it was so obvious that she like him...but really? Romance in a mental asylum?
"So that is all, I hope we can welcome Lincoln into our little friend group!"
They all agree and go back to conversating except one girl who just stares at me. I don't know if she knows that it's weird to stare but I'm extremely uncomfortable right now.
"Uhm, can you sto-"
"Lincoln was it? So, what's you're story? Why'd you have to come here?"
She gets up and walks over to me shooing some kids down the table so she could sit. She's a nice looking girl with brown hair and brown eyes to match, but weird I will say. She rests her hands on the table near mine and stares at me waiting for an answer.
"I honestly don't know why I'm here, I was told we were going on a vacation but here I am..."
"So they just dropped you off here?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah...so that's actually REALLY hard to believe, I mean the asylum wouldn't accept you over nothing.." She says in a cocky almost matter of factly tone.
"You had to have done SOMETHING. Or else you wouldn't be here. See me? I had a lot of things wrong with me, I tried to kill my mother...that filthy bitch. And she sent me here... haven't been out since."
"It wasn't nothing, all I tried to do was kill myself."
"So do you think I'm stupid? You wouldn't be here for one suicide attempt, you have done something worse I bet."
"No it was just that, though I didn't't try just once.."
"So you're a repeated offender?"
"Mhm, a total of 8 times...I succeeded on the 8th try."
"Then why are you here if you succeeded? Shouldn't you be dead?"
"But I was dead, doctors revived my heart though.."
"Oh.."
"Yeah.."
She gets quiet and leaves me alone... finally might I add. She's not bad just persistent, like I don't have to tell you everything about my life.
"Well, I hope your time here is gonna be good." She says running a finger down my arm looking me up and down. "Yeah, I hope you're time here is REAL nice."
I softly push her hand off my arm and give her a nod, sure it can be good. As long as I keep to myself and stay the hell away from these freaks.
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Gloom Boy
ActionLincoln had been struggling with depression for over 5 years. He has tried to commit suicide but with to no avail, he failed. His parents tried everything from giving him anything he asked for or taking him places they know he liked, but something h...
