I'm Fine, Really.

I'm Not Here To Make Friends.

disclaimer: idk anything about being institutionalized so don't yell at me if anything doesn't sound right this is MY UNIVERSE OKAY

brendon point of view

Great. My roommate is a fucking skeleton.

He seemed cool, but I'm not here to make friends. The closest thing I have to a friendship is what I got going on with Pete and Patrick. Patrick showed me around when I first got here, and Pete said that I have to hang with them now. 

I really hope Dallon isn't one of those people that flip their shit when they have to eat. He looks so fragile, if he gets put in any sort of restraints he will surely just break. 

"So Brendon, how's your new roommate? Is it true that he just blacked out in the middle of Target?" Pete pelts me with questions as I sit down with my tray full of gross looking food. 

"How do you find this shit out?" He shrugs, putting a finger to his lips. "I have my ways." I roll my eyes, looking over where Dallon sits with Tyler and Josh, picking at his food. 

Patrick is here because he had a manic episode and tried to push his friend off a bridge. Pete is here for the same reasons as me. We both don't plan on getting better. Pete has been here for three months, Patrick for five. It's kind of sad when you think about it, but everything here is kind of a bummer. 

I look back at Dallon, he is chewing something slowly, looking like he is going to break down any moment. His cheeks are hollow, his jawline could actually cut a bitch. His legs are so long and thin, making him very tree-like. There is dark purple-black bags under his eyes, really selling the whole dead look. 

"Dude, stop staring at him. It's getting weird." Pete waves a hand in front of my face, I flip him off, earning a glare from one of the nurses. "Whatever." I look around, making sure none of the nurses are looking at me anymore and put the plastic spork in my underwear. 

"Brendon, you shouldn't-" "Fuck off, I need a fix. My fingernails just won't do the job." Patrick looks a little hurt at first, but then sighs, turning around to talk with Pete. 

dallon point of view

I haven't eaten solid food in a week. After I blacked out, they put me on a tube. It had to have had so many calories in it. I probably gained. 

"Don't worry, you can purge it up in the shower. The nurses are not qualified at all, they won't monitor you unless they know there is definitely something going on." Tyler tells me as I stare blankly at the food on my tray. 

Tyler is very thin, thinner than me. I could be just like him. I'm disgusting. 

With a shaky hand I pick up the plastic spork, stabbing a piece of the gross looking 'chicken' and putting it in my mouth. Tyler smiles at me, eating his food like it's no problem. 

"How do you do that?" I ask him, he raises an eyebrow questioningly. "How do you eat?" He laughs a little. "I've been here for six months. I have mastered the art of eating and not gaining anything. You will get used to it. I have actually lost weight since coming here." I nod, eating a carrot. "They also won't force you to eat all of your food just yet. They don't want to overwhelm you."

"Thanks." I look over at Brendon, who is putting a spork down his pants. "What is he doing?" I ask Josh, jerking my head towards the brown haired boy. "Oh, that's for self harm. He is probably going to break it and cut himself with it. They really need to start patting us down before we leave from lunch." 

Brendon's eyes meet mine and I quickly look away, my face heating up. 

He's kind of cute?

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this is high-key awful 

idc

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