T.R.I.G.G.E.R

T.R.I.G.G.E.R - #2

**Nicole Fox as Jackie in the media box***

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Unfortunately, I did wake up. And what a crappy morning this is.

First, I woke up to my roommates having an annoying argument over something stupid.

Then I was being forced into a group therapy session. And now, Michael won't shut up. Again.

"Do you think the supervisors care about what you're going through?" He rolled his eyes. "Well they don't. Yesterday during therapy a girl told the supervisor that she needed a restroom break because of her period and you know what that bastard said? He said 'that's tough', and told her to sit back down. They don't care about us.-"

He is really starting to annoy me with his yapping.

I tuned him out as much as I could and watched some kid argue with a supervisor.

I didn't get why these kids always asked for permission to leave the lounge. I just leave, but security follows me wherever I go so it may be different.

Michael caught onto the situation and started yapping about that now.

"Hey, look at that idiot." He snickered. "I bet if that was Red over there that supervisor would be out cold already."

Everyone laughed and Tim nudged me with his elbow.

"I think Mike likes you, Red." He said in my ear. "No wonder he's always talking about you."

I pushed his shoulder, almost making him fall off his chair. "Fuck off, Timothy."

He sat back up laughing, earning a small chuckle from me.

Michael rambled on about nonsense, and once again, I tuned him out.

That is, until he addressed me.

"Hey, Red." I turned to him with a blank face. "You never told us what happened to you that ended with you being put in the system."

After he said that, everyone around the table agreed with 'yeahs' and 'why don't you tell us'.

To be completely honest, I don't appreciate these children being so nosy.

I sighed. "It's not important."

"I bet it's something dramatic. Come on, Red." Michael pushed.

"I said. Leave. It. Greene." I bit out his last name and narrowed my eyes at him, daring him to say anything else.

"Watch it, Mike." Kevin warned. "Her name is 'Red' for a reason. I wouldn't test her."

Michael laughed his obnoxious laugh, and stared into my eyes. "There's nothing to be pissed about. Right, Red?"

I took a deep breath, to keep me from pounding this kid's face in.

I don't need this right now.

I stood up from the chair and walked to a rectangular table next to the glass window that separated the lounge from the services hall.

That's where the third floor's clinic, snack room, laundry room, library, and the white rooms are.

What's a white room? Fucking hell.

It's a room that has nothing but white concrete walls, a thick door, and a cold metal bench.

Whenever someone loses it, or is put on a risk watch they put you in cuffs and lock you in one of the white rooms until they feel like you can come out.