Hubcaps And Ashtrays (kellic)

Chapter Two

[Kellin's POV]

The next morning, the nurses come into the room to awaken us, and I guess I protested a little more than usual, but that's because a mere five minutes before she came in, I had fallen asleep finally. I can't really say it matters, because I'm used to minimal sleep, but it'd still be nice to get a little extra sometimes. Unfortunately, due to the nature of... one of my many illnesses, I'm not allowed to skip breakfast. Even though they don't exactly realize what I do afterwards. I'm not exactly sure how, because it's pretty simple to realize that I'm not actually gaining any weight, and it's not to say I haven't lost more since I've been here. all they're succeeding in doing is transforming my illness from one thing into another. One of them, that is. The others don't seem to be getting better, either, but really that could just be me not wanting to let them. I don't know if I've quite made this obvious yet, but I really don't want to go back to that hell hole I used to call home, because my mother is one of the worst people in this world, at least by my standards.

It's been discussed already that she was sainted for sending me here, for absolutely no reason, but that's not the point here.

Today is Saturday, and I have to deal with everyone around here getting excited about visits from their parents while I will very likely sit in my room and stare at the wall for the better part of today. If I'm going to be stuck in a funny farm, I might as well play the part of the neurotic patient who is crazier than a shithouse rat and whose parents refuse to visit him. Not that my father would even know I was here. Or why, if he did.

Good ol' dad left when I was five. I couldn't tell you why if I even wanted to, but that's not the point.

It's then that the nurse comes back in, disturbing my thoughts and telling me that I really do have to get up and go now. So I do. I head to the cafeteria and grab a tray which then gets loaded with cold scrambled eggs, a piece of toast, and a glass of orange juice. All things that I'd rather not put into my body for more than one reason. One because the food here is god awful. But mostly because of the calories. Which I've mentioned before in private sessions with Marisa, but she's always threatened supervised meals. Again, not something I'm exactly willing to deal with. I don't want these fuckers staring at me while I force myself to eat to appease them, I'd rather just do that here and then be able to go rid my body of this shit.

I sit off by myself, not caring enough to find Vic, who is presumably here somewhere, or even Jenna and Tay, who would probably just love to hang out with me.

Unfortunately for me, it would turn out that Vic walked in after me and is walking over to me now. I sigh, glancing up at him when he walks up. "Hey," I offer, not wanting to seem like the biggest dick to ever exist. That's the last thing I want when I'm trying to befriend this baby deer. I say that because that's basically what he is, a baby deer. He's so easily startled. I don't want him to freak out or think that I'm bipolar and so run for the hills. That would practically screw everything up. I mean, I do have bipolar disorder, but it's not that bad and I don't want him to think that it is.

I know of some really insane patients in here who like to make their conditions seem worse than they actually are, which seems overall pointless to me. Even though I don't have anyone or anything waiting for me on the outside, I still would rather downplay my illness as opposed to upscaling it. Over exaggeration seems like a horrible way to get attention. Unhealthy, too. Anyhow, that's all relative, more opinion than anything else. To each their own, I suppose.

"Hi," he says brightly, smiling as he sits across from me, presumably because his parents and/or his brother will be coming to visit him today. Just like everyone else, but like I said before, I'll be sitting alone in my room staring at a wall and startling the parents who ask for tours of the grand ol' place. Saturdays are such bullshit. The day that used to be my favorite is now the one I dread the most. At least the food is halfway decent on visiting days, it's like they want to impress the parents or something, even though all of them have left by the time us psychos go to eat.