Becoming His Fix

3

Roland's POV

Despite the dirty clothes I felt clean for the first time in months.

Water droplets still fell from my hair as I wandered around the cabin but I couldn't find it in myself to care as I tried my best to hype myself up.

As much as I liked my clothes, they were still dirty and stank and should honestly probably should be burned.

Mary had mentioned a credit for me at the camp store and while I remembered how to get there, the thought of leaving the safety of the cabin was nerve wracking. In here it was dark and quiet and no one was here to bother me. Out there it was mid day, scream filled, over populated hell.

The boys I always stayed with at foster homes had hated me. They complained that I was boring and too quiet but I hadn't understood the problem with that. The caregivers though seemed to always agree. After trying to persuade me to talk or leave the room I was given multiple times they eventually gave up and not long after that I was being stuffed in a social worker's car with the excuse that I 'just didn't quite fit in with rest of the family'.

It became a routine at this point and I knew it would only start right back up the second I left the cabin.

So now I paced the floor nervously as I pressed my nail into my thumb.

My pacing didn't last long though. Soon enough a knock at the door had me freezing in place. I didn't even breathe as I stopped and stared at the door.

"Are you in there Roland," a man's voice asked as another round of knocks banged on the door. "You don't have to answer, I was just hoping to introduce myself real quick."

Manner. Every foster family I had ever been sent to tried to drill them into my head, saying that I didn't have them and it was their job to teach them. It always ended in them only getting more frustrated with me.

Still the manners I had learned told me it was rude to leave someone at the door, it was even more rude to turn away friendly people despite the fact that you didn't care about them. So with a silent puff of air I crossed the short distance and cracked open the door just enough to poke my head through.

A short man with blondish hair and green eyes stood in front of me with a bright smile on his face. I hide my own frown as I tried to figure out what he could possibly be smiling at but I was quickly distracted by the papers being clinched to his chest.

"My name's Andrew," he said, ignoring my eyes being glued to the paper. I don't see why it's okay for him to ignore what I want but not for me to ignore him but I guess that was just more manners I didn't learn. "I'll be you're therapist while you're here. It's good to meet you!"

I only stare at him, waiting for him to get to the point of this meeting when he looks down at my dirty pants.

"You haven't gone to the shop yet," he asked dumbly. "Did Mary not show you?"

For a while we only stare at each other until he realizes I'm not going to answer.

"So these are a few things to help you get into the swing of camp," he moves on after a while, finally addressing the papers in his hand. "I know its hard without roommates but between me, Mary, and these you should be up to speed in a matter of days," he said proudly before handing me a stack one by one. "Class schedule, school supply list, living list, activity sheet, move in check list, sponsor form, and lastly medical sheet. It's a bit overwhelming I know but not all of it has to be done today."

My eyes scanned the papers quickly. I discarded the move in list easily, most of it being about making friends and meeting the staff, none of which sounded appealing. The class schedule was helpful but sounded boring. The school supply list and living list were the worst two papers, they forced me to go to the shop which I've been avoiding for an hour already today so I pushed them down to the bottom without a second thought. The sponsor form would be easy and medical sheet would only take a few seconds seeing as I didn't have allegories or past injures so I kept them on top for now before looking back at Andrew.

"How about we get the shopping done while the day is young," Andrew said as turned around and walked out the door.

I only watched him go for a minute before realizing I was supposed to follow. I hesitated for a second before leaving all but the supply papers inside before following the man I didn't know.