Chuck and Sammy

Welcome to Hell...

The room was nothing major, infact there was barely anything in it which wasn't suprising. The only things that were in it, was a desk on the left made out of some cheap pine wood, a TV bracketed to the wall right above it and opposite it two beds, one which i assume is mine since the other one is occupied some majorly obese boy lying with a bag of crisps in his hand. "Hey kid, do you mind throwing me the remote?" He said between chewing his crisps. His face was completely pale and his eyes appeared too close together. Everything about this guy seemed completely out of poportion. I snapped out of it when a crisp hit the top of my head, which i took as my cue to stop staring without realising at the guy and just simply remain standing there looking at the remote. I've seen things like this before, where the guy thinks he can start bossing the other guy around, and if he listens, there's no getting out of it, so instead of becoming that guy, I take the chance to finally stand up for myself. "Get it yourself?" The words came out a little more wimpy than i thought since he just simply started laughing at me. "What are you kidding? C'mon kid don't be like that, can't you see that I am comfy here and I don't need a complete faggot like you to just come in here, thinking he is some kind of king. When infact, looking at you, you seem like you're a complete weakling and a pussy, i mean you could do with some gym lessons". I figured that I could either just not get on the wrong side of him and simply pass the remote, or I could start a complete civil war with the guy and make the rest of my time here hell.

This is where you're probably thinking he stood up for himself for a change and decided to just walk out. Well, I am here to tell you now that...sadly that did not happen. I ended up passing him the remote and simply leaving as I am not that guy yet who can stand up for himself. Another reason why I am here. The list is just getting longer everyday.

An alarm sounds just as I am about to leave my room and at first I was confused until I saw Dylan running with his t-shirt wrapped over his face running straight towards me yelling "LUUUUUUUNCH!" which then led to him completely crashing into me causing us both to collide to the floor. Two men dressed as doctors came running our way to which me and Dylan both looked at eachother expecting them to come straight towards us, but instead they simply ran straight past us and further down the ward. We both got up but they were both gone then so we couldn't really try and follow them to see what all the fuss was about.

Me and Dylan continued on for lunch to an open area that was only 2 minutes away from my room. We were whistled over to a table by a man who looked roughly in his twenties, where another three boys also in their twenties were sat, right next to the wide view window, with only one girl who looked my age. We walked over and sat down joining them. The view from where we sat was amazing. The entire city was in view and I immediately understood why they chose to sit here. "Sup guys this is Sam Chuck Barnaby" Dylan greeted everyone with, which of course queued for a couple of laughs from everyone. "Sam Chuck Barnaby? Your parents seriously named you that?" The girl laughed. She was a beautiful girl with brown hair to her shoulders and brown eyes with a side fringe covering part of her left eye. "Uh yeah, guess so" I stuttered. "Well, guess i understand why you're here already". She smiled at me. "Hey don't listen to her, she's always like this" the guy who is known as Matty said. Turns out he is in his twenties and that he's actually twenty five, he's here because like me and Dylan, he's lost his way in life. "You know I'm actually referred to as chuck my people back at home, it's a better name than Sam".

"No it's not" the girl said. "I like Sam, Infact, I like sammy" she smiled.

"Huh, Sammy" Dylan joined in. "New life Kid, new name, welcome to hell Sammy". I haven't actually witnessed the hell of this place, but something tells me I will since apparently I'm not the only one who greets everyone with the whole " welcome to hell" phrase. "By the way, I'm Elin".