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Tylers pov

"This is a standard procedure, can i have any belongings on you right now, phones, earphones, badges" doesnt look like im getting my phone back for a long time, I took out my phone placing it on the desk beside me "dont worry your family will get it and take care of if" i nodded as he motioned for me to sit down on the fancy office chair "i know you're scared but you're in good hands" "whats going to happen to me??" He sighed looking out the window "i cant say what will be done for you but you will be fine" he bent down to open a file cabinet and i could see his ugly yellow underwear-i expected black-well I didn't expect to see any to be honest. He pulled out a folder and set it on the desk as he stood up pulling up his suit pants. Thank the lord.

He sat down on the edge of the desk looking at me "ill show you to your room now if you're ready" i nodded standing up-a loud squeaking noise emitting from the chair, i followed the man. This place wasn't what you would expect a mental hospital to be, there isnt wheelchairs everywhere and people in those jackets that wrap your arms around your body and it doesn't have people running around attacking each other like i thought. We walked down a hall with doors going up and down, obviously where people stayed.

We stopped outside room '09'. I was scared for some reason, id be staying in this room for days and weeks to come. We walked in and i was surprised, just plain cream walls like everywhere else and a single bed in the corner with white sheets on it, also a desk was against the wall opposite my bed. I felt weird, i wanted to go home! I knew I wouldn't be going for a long time "what do you think??" He asked and i walked around "is there a toilet?" I asked and he opened (what i assumed was a closet) and walked in as i followed.

There was a shower and a sink with a towel rack on the wall-no toilet "toilet?" We walked out "its down the hall but you will see that soon" why wasnt there just a toilet in the room? Thats weird, cant i have a decent shit in this place? I sat on the bed to test it, it was very lumpy i mean not like i sleep much anyway but still. "Ill show you where the dinning hall is" he said leaving the room and i followed.

Joshs pov

I felt like an idiot. Of course id have to have a panic attack in group again! Making myself look like an idiot. I was in my room by now just resting as it tires me out and thankfully i didn't have to go back. I hated it here so much! I blame Mason Charles for me being here-i took shit from him for weeks in school, he made me hurt innocent people-they are all fine now but i couldn't say no to him or he would have it out for me. Mason is pure evil, he thought that beating up this one kid (joe or something was his name) would impress some of the other bullies and they thought it was hilarious-the poor fucking kid has Down syndrome how is anything about that funny...thats not even the worst.

I remember when mason was suspended he got me to fill in for him, terrorise people throughout the school.  He always seemed to have it out for one person in particular, Tyler Joseph. I bet him up a couple of times, he was masons toy, i broke his nose once but he was fine-i feel shitty for every single thing i did.
I hurt so many, i bullied people, i made everyone fear me-everyone but mason.
If it wasn't for mason i wouldn't have crippling anxiety, I wouldn't have tried to kill myself either.
I was startled by a knock at my door "yeah?" They walked in, it was Marie my counsellor "are you okay??" I nodded "will you come down to my office?? We can have a chat" i followed her out of my room and down the hall.

"So how have you been doing lately??" She asked and i sighed slouching in the small plastic chair in her office "not good.." she wrote it down-like usual "why is that??" "I don't know..ive been thinking about everything that happened at school" "josh, cameron had you under his control what you did to those people wasn't your fault" (cam was my cover name for mason) i sighed thinking back to Tyler Joseph, out stone cold and blood pouring from his nose "i did horrible things how can others just take the blame" i put my head in my hands trying to hold the tears "you were scared, you hurt others but when you realised it you were overwhelmed by guilt and you need to move on from it, all those people are okay" i took a deep breath. "Thanks for telling me they are okay..im fucking cured" i rolled my eyes at her "Josh i just want to help you" "you just want to help me?well maybe if you tell me ill be okay a few more times the magical fairy will fly out my ass and abracadabra im cured" she sighed "we will talk later" "how about-" "don't give me attitude, your mental illness can only cover for so much. Just calm down and go" what a bitch.