My eyes adjusted to the light, noticing it wasn't Damon, but a staff worker.
"Time to wake up, Kyle," she said to me, as i groaned. I already felt the coldness sinking in, sending shivers through my body.
"But im cold," i complain.
"Sorry, you'll have to get up and get ready for the day, Kyle ."
"Stop saying my name. Leave me alone," i grunt and roll over to my side.
"Ok, but you'd better get up unless you want a rude awakening, and trust me, you won't like it."
Shut up, bitch
Bitch is a bad word
'Shut up, both of you. Its bad enough you never can, but try,' i plead to Angel and Devil again, trying to get up for the day.
I end up rolling onto the flat, hard, cold surface, that was so cold it felt hot for a second, landing with a loud 'oof!'
"Getting up now?" I hear Damon ask me.
'Maybe i am...'
"Sure, why not?" I reply, sitting up from the tile, looking at my stack of clothes. I pull out a pair of cut up black skinny jeans, and a blank black crew neck shirt. I put my red flannel over it all, buttoned the last three buttons, and dreaded walking down the cold hallway, to where i would soon meet everyone.
'Im scared. Will they get into my space, trying to figure out what's wrong with me? Would they laugh if they know what i did to myself? Would they judge?' I ask myself, deep into thought, seemingly ignoring Devil, who was probably saying an ass thing. I look at my arms, guilt washing over me. I sat onto the floor again, and had moments to think more.
'I did this myself...' i think, but im scared out of thought by Damon walking over to me, asking me if i was ok.
"Fine, dude," i mumble, getting up off the floor, and walking past him.
I completely miss the nurse, Macey, calling out to me.
"Kyle! Kyle!"
Keep walking, ignore that bitch
Bitch, is, a, bad, word, DEVIL! No cursing allowed
I ignored them. I didnt want to yell infront of the black haired boy, sitting alone, as always, or Damon. I dont want them to know im crazy. I dont want anyone to know.
*an hour later*
Im still sitting around, and they woke me up at seven. They finally passed out food to the people i sat with, which was damon, a girl with purple hair, and a guy who looked so wierd. Wierder than me, if thst was even possible.
"So, are you ok?" I heard a voice say, and it wasnt any of the people i was sitting with... it was the boy i tried too hard to ignore, even though I wanted him to talk to me.
'Talk to me.'
I turned to face him, a smile in my eyes, but my face was emotionless, lips straight, and not a grin.
"Im ok, you?"
'Stupid me. Of corse he is ok, he's fine. Unlike me. I hear people.'
Shut up Kyle, i dont care what you have to say
'I dont either, Devil.'
Eat, Kyle, eat!
I sigh, trying to fight the urge to yell at them both. Who? I dont know...
"Its been ok," the boy responds.
"Group time, people. Come on and meet in the therapy room!" A happy-go-lucky nurse said to us all. I scooted my chair back, and i stood up, piering over the boy by inches.
All he said to me was one thing before he walked away.
"Morning," he said, then walking away, i heard a laugh.
