the red band society // an au

one

1st January 2015

Let's get something straight. I didn't want to get stuck in here. I wasn't planning on getting stuck in here. My life goals did not include 'Go to hospital with a life threatening sickness as a teenager' on it. I'm seventeen, for gods sake, I should be going to parties and meeting people and actually living. And what makes it worse - I can't even dye my fucking hair. It wouldn't be too bad if I was able to dye my hair, but that right has been taken away from me, as well as the opportunity to be in that band one of the older kids that graduated a couple years ago was about to invite me into. When am I even supposed to get to practice the guitar at a hospital? This is just completely unfair. And another thing, why am I being forced to write all of my 'feelings' in this stupid journal? I can see this being good for the depressed kids, but I am not depressed. (Don't let the nurses tell you otherwise.) And anyways, I'm seventeen! What seventeen year old boy has a diary? I guess writing in this damn thing every day is better than going to the hospital classes with the other kids my age that are dying off just as fast as I am. Its like they're deliberately helping me not make any friends here. I'm not complaining at all, considering I don't want to make friends in the first place. Its not on my agenda for my time at the hospital. Some of these kids have spent most of their lives here, so they've known each other for a while and when someone new comes, the new person has to wait forever to get let into their inner circle. For sick kids, they're fucking judgemental. I thought I had gotten rid of the social hierarchy when I left my old high school to come here. Apparently not, because I'm just as much of an outcast here as I was there.

Oh damn, my roommates parents just brought him pizza. Time to pretend to be friends to get a couple slices. I'll be back later.

Michael, try not to swear so much tomorrow. Also, try to be as happy as possible about being here. You're going to get better, believe me. - Dr. Thompson

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A/N: okay before i write this (which is extremely overdue considering i wrote the disclaimer on 12th august??) im just gonna say hoLY SHIT 513 READS ON A FUCKING DISCLAIMER DUDES IF YOU KEEP THIS UP WHILE I ACTUALLY WRITE THE DAMN FIC I AM GOING TO LOVE YOU also i decided im making it a type of diary entry type thing? idk each chapter will be a diary entry im thinking from michaels perspective or maybe alternating between him and charlie BUT in the next chapter there will be more information given including more characters and shit okay so look forward to that sometime this week considering im doing absolutely nothing other than christmas so yeah all those 513 reads better happen on this too pls and thank love u bye - clo