busted and blue // 2doc

Chapter One

This wasn't going to help. Not in the slightest. As if being called 'a monster' his entire life wasn't enough, they were sending him away, with crazy people. Stuart didn't see what was wrong with him.

His parents called him sick. They said he was confused. That a boy his age shouldn't be thinking and saying the things he did. They said taking him away wasn't because they thought he was crazy but because they wanted to help him.

Some help they were giving. The small automobile pulled up to a brick building. It had some vines growing on it and looked dingy and wet. Not to mention the entire place was fenced off like it were some prison.

Stuart's father turned around in the driver's seat and gave his shoulder a squeeze. His version of a goodbye. He couldn't be bothered. Stuart's mother opened her passenger side door and Stuart got out as well.

His mother helped him get his things out of the back then the two walked into the building, going to the front desk. His mother said his name, the young man at the front desk smiled, and showed them around.

Everything was kept locked up, the man, Brian, according to his name tag, needed to use a key to get past every single door. Stuart was showed his room, tucked away at the end of one of the halls.

The entire place wasn't far off from the movies. People looked lifeless, some too happy to be there. Stuart walked in setting his bags on the bed, his mother did the same.

His mother turned to him and engulfed him in a tight embrace. "I'll come back when I can, take care of yourself. Try to get better, okay?" she whispered quietly in his ear. All he did was nod as she pulled away and left the room.

Brian gave her direction out and she thanked him. Brian came in and opened up Stuart's bags. "Ey, ey, whut yuh fink yuh doin theh." Stuart asked removing the man's hands from his property.

Brian put his hands up in surrender with a plastered smile. "Don't get to comfortable with your privacy lad, it wont last. Listen I'm just following what my job requires me to do. I need to look through your belongings to see if I find anything you can harm yourself with." he explained and returned to looking through Stuart's things.

He removed razors, shoes, and several other things he deemed 'unsafe.' "'Ow'm I s'possed to shave? Whuh bout my shoes?" He asked trying to take his things back. "We'll supervise you shaving, and for now, until further notice, socks and slippers will be your best friends. Don't worry, these floors are very clean princess." Brian winked and left the room, along with Stuart's things.

He sat down on the stiff bed and sighed.

Stuart's stomach growled loudly and he punched it. He wasn't in the mood for eating. He unpacked his things and put them away in the drawers and closet.

Any remaining things he left on top of the drawer. The window in the room looked onto the lake outside, which he enjoyed. He'd have to get used to it regardless, who knew how long he'd be locked up in here.

He tried opening the door but realized it was locked. Just his luck. This place really was like a prison. He lay on the bed and pulled the covers over himself. He was freezing.

He fell asleep, but was woken by a light knock on the door and the jingling of keys. He didn't move though. Maybe if he pretended to be asleep they'd leave. "Mr. Tuspot?" called a feminine voice.

He ignored her. He hated his full name. He heard clicking of heels nearing his bed and a warm hand shake his shoulder. "Mr. Tuspot, I need to weigh you and take some blood samples." she said, not leaving.

He figured she wasn't going to quit so he decided he might as well.

Stuart sat and finally turned to face the woman. She had long platinum hair down to her lower back, striking blue eyes, and big rosy lips yet she wasn't wearing makeup, which was something Stuart could appreciate.