a/n. hey lmao sorry i havent written anything in forever. ive been super busy and to be totally honest, i forgot all about wattpad. i'll try to write more soon <3 -losercth
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The first day was bad, but not near as bad as I thought it would be. My shithead "parents" dumped me off here because they clearly thought I was too big of a responsibility. The bleach white walls in here could make you go crazy from day one, if you aren't already. On a lighter note, that weird blonde guy turned out to be pretty cool. So far, he's the only person who'll make an effort with me. Everyone else just talks in hushed voices when I walk into the room. Michael showed me around and he tries to make me feel comfortable even though his attempts usually fall short. He tells me that every Wednesday there's this thing called a "tea day." Apparently the volunteer workers here bring in carts full of assortments of teas, its supposed to be therapeutic. Everyone from every wing of the sanitarium comes together.
Thankfully, today is Wednesday and I could really use a hot cup of chamomile tea. Michael and I walked through the main hall to the "gathering room." There seems to be more people here than I thought, making me slightly uncomfortable amidst all these unfamiliar faces. Suddenly, people start gathering around, singing happy birthday. I walk a little closer to see who everyone is singing to and in the middle is this very skinny, raven haired boy. He looks uneasy but seems to be excited with all the attention. Apparently his name is Calum.
Workers in stark white uniforms start wheeling in carts and taking tea orders. A shorter, stockier woman with a friendly face takes my order of chamomile tea and returns with a hot, baby blue mug full of it. Michael walks over to a plush, white floral couch that looks like it belongs in my grandma's house.
"So what do you think?" Michael asks.
I just give him a small nod and a half-smile to which he just laughs. He knows I don't talk much, which has been very clear since day one, (aka yesterday) but he knows not to push it. I take a big sip of my tea and sink further in to the couch.
The skinny, tan boy named Calum starts walking over to us and sits on the other side of Michael. They start talking and I just hide behind my mug. Calum's voice was hoarse and very quiet, but I felt like I could listen to it all day. He doesn't really give me any recognition other than tiny glances in my direction.
Frustrated at being ignored, I just drank the rest of my tea and made my way back to my room. I plopped myself down on my bed thought about all the faces I saw and how the hell they got here. What's wrong with Michael? What's wrong with Calum? And why the fuck couldn't I get Calum's face out of my mind?
