White Walls {A Brallon Fanfic} [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 5

I  want to tell you about the different roles we all have to each other here in this prison. For example, Pete, being the oldest and being at the orphanage for the longest, is the teacher and protector. He has a hard, calloused skin on his heart that can't be cut through with a blade. Pete is almost like our security guard or medic. Pete is the strongest of us.

Patrick is kind of like a mother or a big brother to us, even Pete. He likes to help everyone the best he can with one hand. He's the one you go to if you got a minor scrape, need help with something, or need comfort. He's the one you would climb into "bed" with if you got scared at night. More on why "bed" is in quotations later. He would love to sing you a lullaby and give you advice. He's the most selfless person I have and will ever meet. 

Josh and Tyler are two in the same. Even though they aren't twins, they act like them and have been inseparable since they've been reunited in the orphanage. I heard from Pete and Patrick that while he was away from Tyler for that hear and half, Josh tried to commit suicide a couple times. It scared the living hell out of Pete and Patrick. Without one, the other can't function. I love that they have each other and they love each other like brothers.

Then there's me. I'm generally normal. I'm not really loud, but not shy and quiet either. I'm known as the one who needs to be controlled when they have a spurt of anger or get really depressed. The others do come to me, though, when they feel like life is over and there's no point to anything anymore. I help them deal with internal conflicts, which we all have a lot of. They know I can relate. I usually keep to myself. I'm kind of the oddball. The rest of them have each other but after Ryan left, I've been painfully alone. I'm the kid everyone else worries about. I don't share my own problems and it scares the others. All I really need is some company and a new friend. I'm really hoping this new inmate can do that and bring out the good in me again.

On to why "bed" was in quotations. We don't really have beds or even a bed at all. We sleep on the floor in the hallway, the place with the least draft. When it gets terribly cold in the winter, we all huddle closely together and try to find something to put as a barrier between us and the cold, hard, wooden floor. In the winter, it gets unbearable cold and unbearably hot in the summer. I find it sad that kids 10-15 years old have to sleep on the floor with a single thin, torn, piece of crap blanket that's all tattered and dirty while the nurses go home to thier comfy beds and Mrs.Dutch sleeps on a $1,000 memory foam mattress with a fancy headboard, a box spring, sheets, countless pillows, and blankets that perfectly suit the burning for frigid temperatures. She doesn't care enough to give us beds and let us live. She wants us to suffer and die.