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dedication to @IBarfDoubleRainbows for letting me write this! xx

K R I S T A ' S    G R O U P    H O M E  <for the mentally ill>  |   9 : 00  A . M

I fought back the tears that threatened to fall down my face as I stared at the home before me. It was filled with crazy kids. I don't belong here. I belong at my house. I belong with my mum. This wasn't fair, they couldn't do this to me.

As if he could read my thoughts, my caretaker reassured me, "Everything will be okay. You'll make friends here." He handed me a duffle bag filled with my things and nodded me along. The thought of me becoming friends with any of these people made me sick. I grasped onto the side of the car, trying to regain normal breathing patterns.

"Are you ready to go inside, Harry?"

I just gave a slight nod and walked forward.

I began counting the steps I took so that I wouldn't think of  what life would be like here.

One step.

What if they don't like me?

Two steps.

What if nobody talks to me?

Three steps.

I don't like being alone.

Four steps.

It reminds me of how this all started.

Five steps.

I just don't understand why people can be so mean.

Six steps.

They told me my sentence here was six months.

Seven steps.

Why is that boy staring at me?

Eight steps.

What if he thinks I'm ugly?

Nine steps.

Why do I care what some crazy thinks?

Ten steps.

Because I'm crazy too.

Eleven steps.

He has beautiful eyes.

Twelve steps.

Stop staring.

Thirteen steps.

I'm here.

My balled fists knock at the soft wood and on the third knock, the door opens and I'm face to face with him.

"Hello.", I squeaked.

A smirk played on his lips as he opens the door wider and motions for me to come in.

"What's your name, new kid?"

"Well it's not new kid."

He doesn't make eye contact with me, but still manages to look me up and down.

"You look like an Edward. I'll call you Ed."

"But my name's Ha-"

"I don't care. I'm calling you Ed and that's that. Now get your arse in here, you're bunking with me."

I can't help but think how sexy it is that he's dominant, but I push those thoughts to the back of my mind, pick up my duffle bag, and follow this mysterious stranger to our new room.