People

Kevin

The place reeked of rubbing alcohol and bleach.

Walls painted a dulled white.

The facility was fairly new, but not enough to be bright and shiny.

The day it was dropped off my parents cried.

You'll get better Kevin. We promise.

I don't know why, but I didn't want to get better.

My room was bigger than a regular room and had a window with wires lining the inside of the glass.

Was it to keep me in check, or to lock me in? I'm sure if I tried I could smash it, but I don't think I would. I felt too weak.

They had me dress in all white to avoid the chance of violent outbreaks among patients and almost everything matched.

Freshly scrubbed linens to sleep on and a desk to sit at was was most of the room. Aside from the white drawers to store my white clothes, it was empty.

I wasn't to be allowed out until my first therapy session this afternoon, but I was curios to see what the halls held for me.

I peaked out the door's little window. Nurses were stationed at the ends of the hall to open when you needed to pee, but other than that the hall was barren.

This was my second day here and I'd only been out to the bathrooms twice. Meals were brought to me every four hours and pills every six. They put me on Protozac until I get further evaluated, but I take them willingly and let myself mellow out.

A nurse walks in as I am stationed on the bed. His name reads Dr. Creed.

Doctor Quinn will see you now.

We walk down the wide corridor turning into an open area that had windows and couches with teens filling them as stop at a door.

I can feel eyes on me as we enter the spacious office.

I walk in expecting a male doctor but instead I'm greeted with a woman.

She has red hair and it falls over her shoulder, complimenting her pale skin.

Sit down Kevin.

She gestures at the grey chaise lounge chair next to a love seat.

Unlike my room, her office has color. It's dull colors, but she's decorated it enough to feel homey.

Tell me about your self Kevin.

She speaks smooth like a flowing river and I spill my contents out to her.

I try not to let too much slip and my stuttering keeps me in check.

She says I did good, better than most, and she awards me with social privileges, but I just want to go back to my room and sulk again.

I'm supposed to socialize and shit outside in the commons until dinner. There's creeps out there. A guy with dark hair and scars running up and down his arm, a girl zoned out like the rest of us wish to be, and another girl sitting on by the window staring out.

I sit down on the couch and avoid all the eyes that come to me.

What's your name kid? They guy yells over to me.

Kevin, my name is Kevin.

He looks at me like I'm a puzzle, like I need solving.

Well I'm Lucas. He says after a long exhausted silence.

So what're you in here for?

Should I tell him? Well he doesn't seem too bad of a guy, might as well.

Tried to OD myself on pills. You?

That's not so bad I'm in here for almost the same thing but I was all stung up and ready when the police barged in.

That blows. Hey, who's the chick by the window?

No clue. She's been in Iso all week and just got out today.

I stared at her as she looked outside. She probably wanted whet the rest of us did.

I'm gonna go talk to her. You comin'?

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H-hello everyone.... How are you guys? I hope your okay. Sorry to interrupt your reading and everything, but I wanted to say thank you to everyone who has read this story and/or voted for it.

I plan on continuing this one for a very long time and have almost all of the plot set in stone. Unless I die half way through writing this story I want all of you to hold me to that promise.

So yeah.... Thanks:3

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