Wristbands - M.C.

Three

-Elizabeth's POV-

First day off the vitals was not going to be pretty. And I knew this. They re-braceleted me with two new bands to replace my yellow and silver. The yellow still had the words "Suicide Risk" written on it, but the silver had the name "Tyler" written on it both in a giant font and black lettering.

It was my first day of what my morning nurses constantly called "Rehabilitation Therapy". I didn't really need to be in here, Tyler did. But I'm the body that carries her, so I had to be here as well.

I sighed as I grabbed a grey-blue lunch tray. Pointing at the foods I'd wanted through the glass, I was exceedingly happy for the fact that I was well enough to be here, in the cafeteria.

After grabbing a juice, I turned myself around slowly. Taking in everything, I had to choose wisely of who I was planning on sitting by. I looked around at the wristbands everyone had on. I searched for silver, noting that those are people I should keep distance from.

Eventually, I gave up. There were too many silver wristbands, and twice as many yellows, and at least half of them had wristbands of colours I had no clue about.

I found a table of a group of people and sat down, praying that they wouldn't mind.

"Guys, we've got a new crazy." One with curly hair muttered to the others.

"Ooh. Let's find out what she's is in for." A girl with black hair that shined blue told them.

"So, tell us." Another girl demanded.

"Um..." I stammered.

"Don't scare the poor girl." An older boy said, putting an arm over me. "I'm Newt. That's what they call me anyway, see my last name's Newton." He explained.

"They call me Violet." The girl with the black hair said, pointing to her almost purple hair. "And she's Scarlet." This time she pointed to a girl with deep red hair. "She won't talk much."

"I'm Blue." A girl with bright blue eyes told me.

"And I'm Stitches." The curly haired boy said, holding up his wrists. He had a yellow wristband, just as I did.

"I'm Elizabeth." I told them. "But I guess I'll be called something else soon enough."

"I'm here for schizophrenia" Newt said quickly, trying to make me feel better. I took note of his wristbands: one silver with the abbreviation: "Schizo" and one rainbow. Schizophrenic and Gay I noted.

"They claim I'm schizo, because I told them I can see the future." Violet told me, holding up her silver band. Sees things. "And she's post trauma," pointing at Scarlet, who held up her purple, teal, and orange bands. Each read "Domestic", "Sexual Assault", and "Runaway" in order. Assaulted and ran away, now is mute.

"Sex addiction." Blue mumbled. I saw her teal band out of the corner of my eye. Sex assault turned into addiction.

"Suicide watch." Stitches told me.

"Multiple Personality." I told them after a few seconds of silence.