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Day 2 8:00 am (technically day 6)

I woke up in the same bed at the sane time every morning. Wild dream I had last night. I walked out of the hospital room and in to the dining hall. I font eat the shit food there so I sat in the corner and wrote my dream down in my journal.

The someone sat infront of me.

"Can I sit hear?" The mysterious boy spoke after staring for awhile.

"Uh..um...sure?" I said.

"Im Austin, you?" He spoke.

"Nathan." I was always timid but never this much.

"Nice name, why you here." He raised his eyebrows.

I just stared at him clearly uncomfortable.

"Oh, I'll go first." He smiled.

"My parents act like there from 1950, to them being gay is still a mental illness. So they sent me here 2 days ago and now in sitting here so yeah. Also no one wants to share a room with me cause, and I quote 'm a little fag.' So yeah I've been sleeping in the counselors office for my first days." I hate people who talk alot but when he does it it's fine.

"You're gay, and to your parents that's a bad thing?" I didn't understand why they were so against it.

"Yeah, it's not just them either it's most people, nearly all people." He looked sad and I started to feel bad for him. I guess to make it equal I should tell him my story right?

"I murdered my ex girlfriend." I suddenly said.

He just looked at me wide eyed.

"Im just kidding." I was giggling and eventually he joined in to.

"Im a regular here. I think it's my 5th time being here. They're thinking about just keeping my here for the rest of the year. But anyways im here cause no matter how many anti-depressents they put me on in still sad. About 2 years ago I started self harming and that was the 2nd time they sent me in and it kept getting worse and worse and my parents kept sending me here over and over again. After awhile I was diagnosed with anorexia nervosa that was a fun ride. So yeah in still struggling with both and my parents don't think I'll ever get better." I smiled even though what I said wasn't happy or exciting. But jokes help me cope I guess.

"Oh well... that was a fun turn of events." Austin spoke like whatever he was going to say would break me. But hey at least he cared.

"Yeah im pretty fucked up, oh and about your room situation my roommate left couple of days ago so you could stay with me."

"Really that'd be great thanks Nathan." Austin's smile was so natural and it came so easily even after everything he's been through.

"No problemo."

We talked and laughed the rest of the time we were together. He even got me to eat a little and I promised I wouldn't throw up. We made a promise that every week I'd have to eat 1 bite one week, 2 bites the next, so on so fourth. He was nice and it seemed like he was genuinely happy to be around me. For once I was really acctually happy. And I have to say, it felt good.