Vapor

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you sometimes start to believe things your brain screams at you constantly. And when you start to believe these things some might say you're just losing the battle. I didn't think this battle was a war. But I'm sure as hell losing it.

Waking up is dreadful. I feel gross and it makes me want to puke. But I stand up anyways, trying to drudge through it. I stand in front of the newly cleaned bathroom mirror. The ladies must have come and cleaned yesterday. I wash my face and brush my hair. I wanted to put makeup on but that wasn't allowed in this facility.

The facility I was in was for people with disorders their families couldn't control. I was basically dumped here by my politician father after he decided I wasn't good for his campaign. I got stuck with him because my mom died of kidney failure. It's pretty fucked.

The whole facility is really nice though. They have a huge courtyard with trees but also an open area of sky. This place was in the middle of nowhere so it was beautiful at night.

I walked myself into the cafeteria to see everyone eating already. I sighed knowing I would get bitched at again. "Syd, we have a schedule for a reason. It brings structure, and peace. If you don't follow it you will be moved into a paired room." Cuddy reiterates for like the thousandth time.
"Cuddy we all know that isn't going to happen. I was five minutes late I'm sorry." I say to her as genuinely as possible. She sighs and walks always. She wasn't really a bad lady she just had a schedule she stuck to. I've been here too long for her to actually care how late I was, it was a show for the newbies, so they don't do it.
I proceed to sit down at my usual table by myself. As I began to shift my food around on my tray, the weight of the table is lifted from just my side to the other side too. I look up from my "meal" to see a blue haired green eyed boy. "Uh" I proceed as if to get an explanation.
He just continues eating like nothing happened. "are you new?" I continue to prod questions at him.
"Uh-uh yes. I am. I am-m Michael." He responds quickly with a sheepish grin. "Oh. Well I'm Syd. What're you in for?" I ask.
I know. You usually shouldn't ask a person this in the real world. But most times when you end up in a place like this.. Most people are open about it or don't care.
"I uh- have social anxiety and insomnia." He replies.
"Oh." I bluntly reply. He breathes in and out four times and looks up from his meal. "It took me so much courage to come and talk to you you have no idea."
"Oh trust me man, I do."