Hospital for Souls (ryden)

Promesses non tenues

"Why did you do it?" "oh ryan- please can you hear me? I heard Josh say as I'm taken away. "I didn't do it I swear." I say quietly as my vision shakes to black but not before I hear Josh again, voice broken and small "You broke your promise. I loved you ryan."

Ryan's PoV

They were sending me away, to another institution, where people in one institution hurt themselves so they get sent here. I understand why they don't believe me, I mean they already think I'm crazy, how else would I have ended up there in the first place. I had one day to say goodbye and then I'd be gone. I look to my left to see Josh still in tears, he looks up slowly before wrapping me in a tight hug, I smile and hug him just as tight, maybe tighter. "Where are they sending you again?" he asks quietly wiping his eyes again "Um I think it's West Way Institute." I say trying to keep myself together, but seeing Josh this way was breaking me down and the act I put on to mask my sadness was starting to break too. "Oh." I see a flash of fear on his face before he covers it up with a sad smile, "At least it's close, I'll visit you. He's not very good at hiding because I can hear the fear in his voice and it's not any regular fear, it's sounded like terror, pure terror.

******visiting brendon******

I walk into the room and see Brendon a still, almost lifeless Brendon. I hold his hand but it no longer feels like his, no feathery soft skin, no warmth, no movement. I felt like breaking down right then and there but I held myself up and held his hand tighter. "Hey Brendon." I say quietly, tears already spilling out "They're sending me a-away, they say I'm not safe and that I need extra help, I w-wish I could stay with you. Help you. I'm sorry this happened. I'm gonna miss you so much." my voice had already broke and my heart felt heavy in my chest. I leaned down to hug him one last time. Before I pull away I whisper in his ear. "And I know we haven't spent much time together, but you made me smile and that kiss, it made me happy. It's going to sound w-weird but I-I really think, I think, I m-might have I loved you. Please wake up. Please please w-wake up, you're- you're the only one who knows. O-only y-you." My words were broken and so was I. I took one last look at Brendon still body before wiping my eyes, and walking out of his room, broken.

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I sat quietly, looking out at the wide, full trees of Maine

Wondering how I'm going to survive another day in these stupid institutes. Honestly, if I wanted to die why don't they let me? Why would they keep someplace where I'm not happy, where I wish for death everyday, What's it to them? I feel a tear escape my eye, I wipe it away and focus on the trees outside.
*skips 2 hour van ride*
The place was huge and a damn lot nicer than the last one. The people still gave me looks of pity but I did my best to ignore them and keep my head down. One person caught my eye in particular. He was a boy about my age with fluffy brown hair and soft brown eyes. He was writing in a corner, he looked up and his soft eyes turned hard as soon as they met mine I look away quickly and follow the woman in front of me. She checks me into a room and gives me a pair of white pants and a plain white shirt. I stare at her for a second before she sighs and gives a black outfit instead. I smile and change quickly, handing her my clothes and the outfit. She gives me a tight smile "You're treatment starts tomorrow." I look at her sideways before replying "Treatment?" I ask, somewhat confused. She furrows her eyebrows "Yes, treatment." she says just before she slamming the door. Bitch. I look around the new room, no window on the door, no hamper, just a plain white room with a plain white bed, and plain padded white walls. Not even a button to call for assistance. I sit on the bed with a sigh and I let my thoughts take over. I wish Josh were here. I miss Brendon. Who was that boy. Why did he look at me so evil. Did he know me? Soon most of my thoughts circled around the boy in the corner. I had to know who he was, or my mind wouldn't let me be.