RE IN VEN TION! {Sincerely Three FF}

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"Well I'll go first then. Hi, I'm Connor and I'm here because I have schizophrenia. Which means a lot of shit, like hearing and seeing things that aren't real, and not being able to speak very good- I mean well." Connor says, leaning back in his bean bag, seeming to look nervous staring at me and the other boy.

I yawned, bored already. My mom brought me here to "meet new people" but I honestly would rather sit in my room with the lights off all the way in my favorite corner. But I mean, HEY! who wouldn't want that?

"Are you bored? Wow, don't I feel loved?" That kid, Connor, laughs lightly, running his fingers through his hair.

Damn.

"No. Just- ...tired." I stare at him. He squints his eyes at me then whips his head to the side, glaring at the wall. Was there a spider? God I hate spiders. Then I realized there was nothing. He was glaring at nothing but the wall.

I smirk lightly, "Hey, what'd that poor wall do to you?"

I've never really talked like this to someone before. Hell I don't talk to people, I don't even know why I'm here. This is weird. I mentally shiver at the thought of me talking like this.

That other kid, must be Evan, pulls his hood closer over his head. Probably trying to look smaller than he already is. He leans further back into his bean bag. I bet he's trying to escape this shitty world.

"Nothing. Just that thing I talked about. How I hear voices and shit. Well this idiot," he glares and points his thumb to the wall, "-is being hella lot stupid."

"Hm, interesting." I cock my head slightly to the side.

"Y-you gonna introduce yourself ..?" Evan boy asks quietly, flinching slightly as he speaks.

I look at him, kinda feeling bad for how he's acting. Poor kid. I used to be like that, but then I just started hiding in my room. Then everything was great. Well not really.

"Yeah. Yeah. Uh, yo. I'm Jared and I have an eating disorder. Which, if you guys are uneducated, means I don't eat food a lot. Like- never. Never ever. Also I suffer from depression." I say, crossing arms over my chest, looking at both of them, daring them to make fun of me. But I couldn't really do anything anyway. I always lose at fights. Fist fights, but take me on in any video game. ANY game, I'll kick your ass.

"Shut up." Connor hisses over his shoulder.

Evan actually stared me in the eye and I suddenly felt a soft spot for the nervous-looking boy.

"I'm sorry." Evan mumbles, staring at me for less than a second before looking away.

"You don't have to be. It's my problem anyway." I shrug, smiling slightly at him, hoping he could see it.

What is it with these two? I've never opened up to anyone faster than this. Hell I don't open up for anyone. I felt like I needed to be there for them. Like I have to protect them, or at least try, and help them. Help them face their demons. Since I can't face mine. Maybe that's my purpose. Or it's not and I'm just being a freaking idiot dreamer.

"Jason if you don't shut up right now I will drink so much I colaspe from alcohol poisoning." Connor growls to (now) the space right above my head.

"Wait is he... on top of me...?" I gape at him.

Connor chuckles nervously and scratches the back of his head, as Evan let's out a small giggle.

"Maybe...?" Connor holds the 'a'.

I slowly looked up, expecting to see something but (of course) saw nothing. I wonder what it was like, seeing things other people couldn't.

"Please don't tell me he's doing something super inappropriate?" I say in almost a whine.