Break and Heal

Kids intro

Be Dave: Your name's Dave, and you absolutely cannot believe this. Your bro found out about your drugs, and decided it'd be easier if he just sent you away. Which, isn't fair. He makes porn for fucks sake and yet he's going to judge you?! You slam your fist down on your soon to be old desk, spidery cracks filing out. You sigh, dropping your head in your hands. He also found out about your boyfriend. He didn't mind that, no, he's pansexual himself, he wasn't however, happy to find his teenage brother drunk and in bed with a boyfriend he wasn't told of. So naturally, he was pissed and made Hunter go home, only giving him a few moments to dress. Hunter ended up breaking up with Dave, causing Dave to take even more drugs. And here he was, packed and ready to go to this stupid rehab home.

Be John: Your dad isn't home yet, so you have plenty of time. It does make you both happy and sad that your father hasn't even noticed you acting strange. He should know it's not normal for you to wear jeans and a hoodie every day, especially because it's only the beginning of fall. Not like you were going to tell him, you liked this. This was your addiction. You wanted more and more. Never stopping. You stripped off your hoodie, little nicks, big slashes, it all varied. You picked up one of your favorite razors, dragging it across your skin multiple times before you hear the garage door. No. No no no. He wasn't supposed to come home early. You panic, throwing the blade in the toilet and flushing. You hear him coming up the stairs as you frantically try to wash off the blood and pull on your hoodie, but it's to late. He's seen. Your father looks shocked, reaching out and touching your face gently before pulling out his phone. "Dad..." You croak, "Dad please. Don't. Don't do this. I'll stop. Please. Please don't send me away. Dad. Dad I love you. Please. Please don't do this." tears are pouring from your face as you plead and beg, he just ignores you and speaks louder into the phone.

You're now packing to leave.

Be Rose: Surprisingly, you asked to be here. You're here because you want to get over your huge alcohol problem. You hate waking up every morning with a pounding headache, and a couple empty bottles on your floor for you to hide. You finally gave in, telling your mother. She understood, hugging you close. You knew she would, she always does.

Your roommate isn't here yet, but you were told her name is Jade. You were also told not to go to the right wing of the 'reform' home. Yeah right. Let's just go ahead and call it a mental hospital for delinquents.

Be Jade: After your modeling shoot, you were feeling really dizzy, and you could barley stand, your head was spinning, the world going by quickly. You probably should have eaten before yesterday, but what's done is done, you needed to make sure you were small enough. You noticed your grandfather looking at you funny, right before you fainted.

When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed. The doctor told you that you were diagnosed with Anorexia and they had been feeding you through a tube. He also told you that you'd be spending some time in a reform group home where they treated kids with problems like this.

When you got home your grandfather gave you a big hug before handing you your bags and sending you on your way.