Nevermind The Damnage

Day 1

A/N; so yes, another fic. I really like this idea :D so yeah. There will be Ryden, Frerard, and other ships. There will be mentions of self harm, suicide, depression, and  mentions of smut because I'm WAY too awkward to right full on smut, so *sigh* there is be no graphic smut. This is a small thank you for almost 140 reads on Hey Moon, I will update that asap.  ENJOY!~peachesthetadpole

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There she was, done packing, and sitting on the edge of her bed having an anxiety attack. Black eyeliner and mascara were running down her ghostly pale skin as she was trying to breath again. All of her bags were packed and sitting in the corner of her room. She packed everything needed, but she didn't do well around people.

"Samantha, please calm down, sweetie." Her mom cooed. "Everything will be better after this. You can call me and FaceTime me and your father, okay?" Sam nodded. "I got you a small gift." Her mother pulled out a plastic bag with black gauges. "Though, I don't like your nose ring, lip ring, and , what?, six ear piercings?" Her mother chuckled to herself, though Sam wasn't amused. "Here are these." She handed them over and Sam put them in her bag, her gauges were small you could barely see through them.

Thanks, Mom." she sniffed. "The MI bus" mental institute bus that was going to be picking her up and carrying her to Mild Tree Mental Institution for Mental Health, which was located in New York. "will be here in an hour, so I'm gonna make myself look presentable."

"Okay. I love you, Samantha." her mother kissed her head then walked out of her daughters empty room. She was allowed to take clothes, toiletries, books, phones, and posters. The fact that the alone thing that calmed Sam down was music wasn't a problem.

She walked over to her vanity and fixed her piercings, one ring on her nose, two rings on either side of her pale lips. Sam put on more black eyeliner and fixed her jet black hair, moving around her emo fringe. She was wearing a Ramones shirt, red flannel, black ripped skinny jeans, and red converse.

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After an emotionally goodbye from her parents, she walked onto the bus, pulled two suit cases behind her, and took a seat, pulling out her headphones until a voice interrupted her.

"Hi. I'm Ryan." a boy with honey brown eyes and tasseled brown hair said from the seat across from her.

"Hi. I'm Sam." she smiled.

Then the boy started crying. Sam sucked at comforting people, she sucked at making friends, but she actually knew how it felt to be in his place. "Ryan, shhh. It's okay." she cooed.

"I'm sorry." he sniffed. "It's just, I read your file, I'm so sorry, Samantha."

"It's Sam, don't call me Samantha." she tried not to snap. "Please."

"I'm here for depression. I just recovered from anorexia." He said. Well, so did Sam. "I was bullied for awhile and now I'm on my way to a MI." he looked at her again. "I'm sorry for reading your file."

"It's okay, Ryan."

They ended up talking for the full hour ride to the MI, they had a ton in common and it turns out they were sleeping in the same room, along with some kid named Gerard Way, who was very gay, And very straight Pete went? or something like that. Ryan had been coming here for two years now and was apparently in a relationship with somebody here. Weird.

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"Finally finished unpacking, Sam?" Ryan popped his head around, he was hanging up her posters.

"Yeah."

"Wanna go meet everyone?"

"Sure."

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"Well introduce youselves!"

"Im Oli."

"Im Chantel."

"Im Jimmy"

"Im Kitty"

"Im Lynz."

"Im Vic, and this is Kellin." Vic pointed out. "We are all in a different unit." After all talking together, they had to leave. Ryan returned with another group of boys.

"Sam, this is our group." he smiled.

"Hi, I'm Frank." a short tattooed boy said. "This is my boyfriend, Gerard, so he's mine." Everyone laughed at that. Everyone introduced themselves one by one. All together there was 6 of them. Sam, Ryan, Frank, Pete, Gerard, and Brendon.

Sam was too tired to even eat, she crept away, saying her goodnights, and walked into her room and fell right onto her bunk. Tomorrow they had GT, or group therapy, which Sam had always hated.

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Wow, so this story needs to be developed and shit, but I have a good feeling about this. I just didn't rush into the story's whole plot the first chapter. Thank you for reading all the way through, your awesome.

This chapter was brought to you by an unhealthy amount of candy, coffee, Pierce the Veil, and a lonely tadpole named Peaches.

~peachesthetadpole