dear broken boy,

chapter 2.

The next day came, it was morning. My first night away from home. I got up and I asked where the showers were. I got all of my supplies and went inside the shower room. Having the hot water flow down my skin released some of the stress I had. Once I was done, I got dressed and went into the dining room and it was just me and him again. "Good morning" he said with a smile. Ha, I haven't heard that in years. I smiled back and I just sat there, I really had no desire to eat because of the weird pain in my chest. I opened up the platter and saw this strange yellow thing. "It's eggs, they're really good." He probably saw the way I felt and I thought I couldn't just sit here and feel sorry for myself. So I ate and we talked. I told him that I was going to be in a program called CyberArts at a school that I worked so hard to get into, but as soon as I could finish my sentience, he said "me too!!" I was astonished because oh my god- "well I'm in Cyber but I go to western tech." He told me all the good things about it and how we will cross paths in the future... I'm still waiting for that. It was 8 a.m and classes started. I sat next to him and we were in the mood and anxiety class. The teacher lectured us and all we did was write notes to each other. The days just went by like that, with there little special moments and things that made me happy. He seemed really interesting honestly. I wanted to learn more about him, but I had to take this with caution. I loved the fact that I found a friend in less than a day. I thought I'd be alone for the entire time I was in rehab. Once lunch came around, we sat next to each other with all the other kids and talked about ourselves. The people were so friendly. We had to take our medications also. From there we went to all of those classes and the day ended, the other kids went home. It was just me and the inpatients. We had this thing called "chill time" which was super strange. Well the name was super cheesy. It basically means that we had to stay in our isolated, cold rooms for an hour, From 4-5. I used my first "chill time" period to think. I pondered so much in that one hour. Not being able to go on the Internet and just being on my own.. It was kinda strange. Afterwards, I got to stay in the games room so we weren't isolated the entire time. We played games to pass the time. I learned more and more about him just by playing chess. Every piece he moved, every word he said, the way he laughed.. I learned so much in less then a day.