The Mental Institution

Hi, I'm.... | | Chapter One

El's Point Of View -

Hi, I'm El. I'm pretty terrible and I hate this place and everyone in it. I can't wait to get out. I know they're trying to help me... But it's hard here. Its hard. Not many people even like me here. I only ever really talk to Brandon. He's really cool but he's "emo" like me too. Emo trash, eh? He's fun though, we talk about our band obsessions, show obsessions, basically everything. Everyone would usually ship us but here, here, I just get weird looks. They think we're related or something and touch each other too much. Brandon always tells me he has really bad insomnia and anxiety no matter what he's doing and he's here for his depression side effects and a bit of his depression. He is a little happier then I am though but I believe when were together, were equally happy.

El strolls through the halls quietly humming Blink 182's I Miss You when she bumps into someone... Something. She stumbles back before focusing to see the person. "Hi..." She mumbles, blinking continuously. "D-do you have a blinking problem...or?" The person replies. "What?! No." It took her that much time to realize that the person was a guy, he had dark brown hair, brown eyes and perfect lips. She wasn't attracted to him in a way though.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She says, watching him.

"No problem." He let's out a nod.

"You're new. Why are you here?"

"Hi, I'm Fire, a sex addict, beware. I don't want to get in your pants though. I'm not that much of a sex addict." He says. Her eyes widen, offended. "Um... Excuse me?" She mumbles. He's probably right. I should be thankful though. I don't want him in my pants. "Not like that, I mean, you're gor- I mean, I don't want to have sex with anyone I just met, I like to have a connection." He says, slurring his words awkwardly. She nods slowly. "Okay..." She starts to walk around him when she feels his stare. She stops dead in her tracks to look back at him, his head shoots up. "What?!" He screams. She starts walking away again, nervously.

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Celestial's Point Of View

I'm Celestial. I guess you could say I'm a zero. I am actually. I've been diagnosed with anorexia and bulimia. I don't talk to anyone in this hell whole. The only reason I leave my room is for weight checks and body checks. I'm usually on my bed, on some type of social media, hidden, anon.

Celestial was with Nurse Belle to go and get her body checked as usual. She kept her head down in fear of anyone talking to her. She sighed as they entered the room. Nurse Belle lifts her head. "Come on." She starts to pat Celestial down to make sure she isn't adding any extra weight. After being weighed, she's dismissed from the room and starts heading back to her own room. She keeps her head up this time, watching where she's going. She feels someone grab her wrist and she screams on the top of her lungs. "What the hell?!?!" She flings her arm back to collide with someone's cheek. They groan in pain as Celestial pulls out of their grip. It takes her moments to realize who it was. "Brandon, what the hell do you want?" She says, crossing her arms. "I need more w-" He gets cut off. "No, what the hell! I don't deal!" She screams at him, smacking him again. "I just wanted more water! I figured you have some since your problem!" He says, holding his cheek. "Oh... I'm sorry." She can't help but laugh.

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El's Point Of View

She looks at Brandon's cheek, running her fingers over it. "What did you do to her now?" She asks. "I asked for w-" He gets cut off again. "WHAT?!" She screams. "Water! I asked for water!" He puts his hands up in defense. "Oh.. Why didn't you ask me? I have a lot..." She says, trailing off, watching Fire enter the room. She watches him, uncomfortably. "What's wrong?" Brandon asks, gently. "N-nothing." She realized she was staring at Fire as soon as he winked at her. She cringed lightly.
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AN:

So I tried and I will continue sometime soon. Aye.
So far four of the characters have been introduced. Five including the nurse although the two may bring conflict so oi.