Our Suicide Note

Chapter 1

~Niall~

*flash back*

"Here's your room." the nurse says, she was not the pleasant. She was dressed in a pink matching nurse outfit with her grey hair up in a bun with little hairs sticking out. Her foggy hiding her brown eyes were cracked.

I had a tooth pick in my mouth from the cafeteria. I stood from the wheelchair. I understood why I had to get rolled to the facility from the hospital, but I wasn't going to run.

The hospital robe was showing off my ass, I was naked without the robe and my underwear of course. "Spit out the tooth pick, Neil."

I turned back around as I crooked my head to the side with a creepy smile. "It's Niall." I smirked placing the spitty tooth pick in her hand. Her face wrinkled with she looked at it, she flicked the tooth pick.

I watched as she searched the little compartment in the back of the wheelchair, she got out my clothes. I reached for my clothes and right as she was about to close the door she swung if back open.

"You'll be let out at dinner. So around 7 o'clock and it's a quarter after 6." She says. I gasped with a fake smile. She rolled her eyes as she shut the door. I heard the knob lock.

"Pfft..." I walked around the room starring at the ceiling until I threw my clothes on the wired bed frame with the thin mattress. I stripped off the hospital gown and looked at the camera. I gripped my crotch and flipped it off. "Suck it." I mumbled.

I had a shitty bed, a plastic chair and a clock with a metal cage around it acre into the wall. Then what really caught my eyes was deep scratch marks in the wall. I walks over. It was closer to the floor. There was dozens. Some kid most likely sat there for hours and scratched the wall. But then one, just one straight scratch lead to a desk.

I looked at the desk and there was writing all over it. Some was in pencil, sharpie and pen while others were with finger nails.

Some of them read. "I was suppose to leave a month ago." "Mommy, don't forget me. I love you." "Trust me they'll hurt you. Run once you get the chance!" I shook my face as a rubbed the back of my neck.

I walked back to the bed and got my clothes. I slipped on my favorite white tee shirt that read "Crazy Mofos" and my old pair of sweat pants with a yellow mustang stain on the butt. I like these pants okay? Okay. I did not just do that.

I have to be here for three weeks. Drugs, alcohol, gangs, and insanity. That I guess I can give a thumbs up. But insanity is my own sanity.

I slowly started to fall asleep. Until the door opened and it was the same nurse. "Dinner." she says. I groaned as I stood up and walked to the door.

The nurse lead me into a small room with chair screwed into the floor with a whole bunch of kids. They were between 16-19. There were two goth boys and three douche bags that I really wanted to beat the shit out of. A shy girl with brown wavy hair and green eyes. Two other girls with tattoos and blonde hair. Um no.

I sat next to the girl with brown hair. "Psst?" I pssted. She slowly turned to me. She had on a dark blue sweater with extra long sleeves so that you couldn't really see her hands. She had a pair of ripped jeans on and yellow socks. "Yes?" Her voice shook as she spoke. "Can I sit here?" I asked. She nods slowly. "What's your name?" I asked trying to start a conversation. "Crystal." She spits. "I'm Niall." I smiled. "Why are you here?" she asked. Damn, this chick is nervous. "Drugs, alcohol, gangs, insanity." I listed like it was a simple grocery list.

She sighed and we stared at the table like it was the number one movie that has ever been made. But then a huge metal cart with two doors rolled in. Names were called and kids got up to get their tray. I heard mine and got up to get my food then quickly sat back down. I had a ham sandwich with cheese and mayo. Gross.

"Niall!" A man called. I looked over, it was a tall black man with a tie I liked. I raised my eye brows as a "yes?" "You got in before orders were made to the kitchen so you got the sandwich, is that okay?" He asked. I nodded.

No, it's really not okay. I hate mayo. I looked over at crystal's plate as my stomach crumbled. It was a nice sauce layered bowl of pasta. I licked my lips.

"Niall, do you want my food?" Crystal offered. I quickly nodded and she switched plates with me. "So why are you here?" I asked. She stared the sandwich then looked up at me. "My father killed my brother and then I had to kill him before he killed my sister. I haven't been the same since. So when I started screaming in public at the top of my lung throwing myself at things and people until someone called 911 and now I'm here." she says, like she's told this story over a hundred times.

"But I was suppose to be released three months ago." She quietly added. what?

*end of flashback*