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Dancing On Tables.

Kellin's POV

I Looked at Mike with a smirk and he nods at me. The plan is in action. I grab his hand and run down the hall. If you're wondering what were doing lets just say its 12 am and we are supposed to be in our rooms right now. We were supposed to be confined to our rooms at 10 pm but I had an idea and it worked. The doors lock automatically at ten we but rags in our doors so they wouldn't shut all the way. Smart huh? I know right. Anyways the plan is to see if me and mike can find a way out of this nut house. Look both ways and tug on his hand again telling him the coast is clear. He ran his thumb over my knuckles. The small gestor sent a shiver down my spine and put a smile on my face. We seen an exit sign above a door that was cracked open. We looked at each other and smiled this is it our ticket out of here. I could practically taste the breeze blowing in from outside. Just before we got to the door a really loud alarm started sounding. "Go!" Mike said I felt his hand on my back pushing me out of the door. I Grabbed his hand and pulled him with me. Just I thought we were home free, and that I would get to go see my Vic I felt a hand on my shoulder. I felt a sharp pain in my neck and felt myself falling, Before I hit the ground everything went black. That was yesterday.

I'm still knocked out or whatever you want to call it, but I'm aware of my surroundings. Very aware. We were so close to freedom Mike and I. I could taste it. The breeze from that night was almost orgasmic. I remember how the light in Mikes eyes left the second they gripped my shoulder. It was one of the saddest things I have ever seen. It was like something from a movie. Nothing I could describe to you in words.

I feel really guilty. Like a cheater. In one of the worst ways possible. I'm catching feelings for Mike and its getting serious. Somethings telling me he feels the same way. I never noticed how much like Vic, Mike actually is. I think its mostly the eyes. They both have the same caramel colored eyes. But the difference is that one actually cares about me. One never threw me away or left me behind. And sadly Vic isn't that one anymore. Michael had his chance to escape they caught me not him. But he didn't want to leave me and I admire him for the that. Vic threw not only me but his own blood away. It put my career on hold and everything. Maybe we shouldn't have started dating maybe this was a bad idea. On the other hand Mike seems like the better choice in this situation. I'm Kellin and I fucking suck at makin decisions.

My eyes open to blurred vision. I blink it away. I look to see that my wrist were strapped to the bed I'm laying in. My heart starts to beat faster at the sight. I hate being restricted. It reminds me of... bad things.....things I'd rather not remember.

The room was chilly white. The room just looked cold. The white walls reminded me of winters in Michigan where I grew up. I sit up slightly. Well as far as I can with the restrictions that I'm trying not to think about.to see myself in the mirror across the room. I looked paler than usual. I had dark circles and a bruise on my neck from the injection.

Our plan was to escape and they would call Vic and tell him the news. I know they call and tell them basically anything we do bad so I know this has been reported and I'm sure and his mom knows that me and Mike, we're partners in crime and that's how its gonna be for the next 3 months. They had better get use to the phone calls.

A tall man with brown and grey hair comes in. he asks stupid questions like "why'd you try to run away?" And I would answer with a smart remark like "to get out of this hell hole." This went on for a good twenty five minutes. He wrote somethings down on his clip board. "Okay Kellin I'm gonna let you go back to your room, you have 8 o clock group therapy in fifteen minutes so go to your room and take some time to go over some behavior manners so we can get through this with out interruptions." He concluded unstrapping my wrist from the bed. I scoffed. If he thinks there will be no interruptions then he's mistaken.

I left the room and went straight to Mikes. Andrew was sitting on the bed by the window he looked upset. He was rocking back and forth , his lips were moving but I couldn't comprehend what he was saying. I moved a bit closer him still not noticing me. I can finally hear what he was saying. Its from one of his songs but it makes my stomach churn and my heart sink for him all at the same time. Why would he be repeating that lyric over and over? It seemed as if he was in some sort of trance. "I'm not afraid to die. I'm not afraid to die." he mumbled. He was sweating and a lot paler than usual. His hand s were shaking violently. "Andy." I said snapping for his attention but he didn't look up at me or acknowledge me at all. He just stared at his shaking hands continuing his chant. Something is wrong. Very wrong. "Andy come on buddy this isn't funny they'll take you away if they see you like this, snap out of it." I pleaded but it was no use. I sat on the bed next to him and rubbed circles in his back. I ran my fingers threw his hair once then again trying to soothe the shaking boy. He brought his head to my shoulder. "Kells I don't want to be here anymore. I'm more afraid to live then die and it shouldn't be this way." Andy cried into his hands. "Its gonna be okay just don't tell hem you're feeling this way please." I said looking into his blue tear filled eyes. He pulled me into one of the tightest hugs I've ever been in. Three ladies stormed the room. "Everyone is to be at group therapy get there now." The tallest of them demanded. Annoyed I took Andrew's hand and led him down stairs where group therapy was held. Mike was the first person I seen when we got down there. He smiled at me then his gaze fell to where my hand was holding Andy's. Mikes face held a look of hurt and betrayal. He had a bruise on his neck just like the one that I have. He looked down and his hands were balled into fist. Fist so tight his knuckles were white. He looked at Andy with nothing but hatred and at first I didn't understand why. But now I get it. He likes me like I like him. I let go of Andy's hand and take a seat in between the both of them. Margaret started conducting group therapy. Mike stayed din the same position. "Hey what's wrong?" I question Mike. "I'll tell you later." He replied. I nodded and reached up to touch the bruise on his neck, he leaned in a bit so I could reach it better. "Is plan raise hell still in action?" I ask. "Damn right it is." He smirks.

"Would you like to tell us what's so interesting that you aren't paying attention?" Margaret's shrill voice asks. " we were just talking about how much of a cunt you are." Mike fired at her. I couldn't help but laugh.. Margaret's face turned red with anger. This only made me laugh harder. Gerard and Alex started laughing. And soon all of therapy was one big laughing mess. Margaret looked very angry. "Get out both of you!" She screeched. "No!" I yelled out laughing. I stood on the table and started jumping around. I pulled Mike up with me. He pulled me into him by my hips and made my eyes widen in surprise. He hugged me from behind and laughed at the riot we started. I'm sure my cheeks were red. Margaret called for security because she couldn't control us. We were all dancing on tables, screaming and clapping and hugging. It was a party. And we loved every second of it. Security came and dismissed us since Margaret couldn't. I went with mike to his room mainly to talk to him but also to check on Andy. "There's a phone call for Kellin Bostwick." A man called. I followed him to the room and grabbed the phone. "Hello?"

{A/N: 1521 words. shits about go down so add this to your library!}