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☆chapter one☆

     The room was dingy, the lights flickered and cast a yellow glow on the already tainted and scruffed up walls. The floor was white tile, like something out of a school, or some sort of office building, and the shitty walls were built of white, painted brick. The room was fairly small, and due to the strict and almost impossible rules, it was also empty. Except for the three sets of cold, small, wire bunk beds, along with one similar single bed that seemed identically as dingy and gross. They used to be painted white, but from years of use and mishandling, the paint had chipped off, leaving it rusted and honestly gross. At first, the place seemed wonderful, the website displayed a welcoming and warm environment, two people slept in a room, and it had therapy programs that were created to help each and every patient they had.

    Well, that was a fat stack of lies, eight people slept in a room that was barely made for two, the so-called "therapy" was few and far between, and not to mention the horrific rules, and inhumane punishments for breaking them. And to make things worse, there was almost no way of escaping this shit hole, the owner was a corrupt man who wanted to make a quick buck, and he would do everything in his power to keep the institute's inhabitants here and paying. Not to mention how insanely overpriced it was, $700 a week just to live there, and for every therapy session you attended it was an extra $200. It was a shame really, these parents thought they were doing good for their children, but little did they know staying at this mental hospital was literal hell.

     But how the hell would they know? Visitations weren't allowed, not even on holidays. The staff claimed that seeing family and friends could "be a trigger", which wasn't entirely a lie, but it wasn't completely the truth. At some point, almost everyone who stayed here longed for their mom and dad at some point.

"This is your room," the nurse muttered in a snarky tone, shoving the boy forward, thrusting him into the cold and strangely damp room. The smell was already overwhelming, a mix of mold, shitty cologne, and some sort of breeze that they used to try and cover it all up. Anthony fell forward on his knees, nearly knocking himself out on the storage bin he was carrying that contained a pair of crappy grey sweatpants and a matching sweater. That was all he had. The institute wasn't anything like he expected, he didn't want to go from the start, but his mom had continued to attempt to coax him into it. Of course, it didn't work, but the hard beating from his dad was quick to persuade him. From what Anthony's parents told him, this place wasn't supposed to be too bad, but since he left home it began to seem more like a prison than a "mental hospital". He literally got patted down at the front door where they snatched all of his belongings, throwing them into some bin behind the counter that was guarded by metal bars.

"Another new roommate, you have to be fucking kidding!" Someone whined. The person in question was sitting on the top bunk that was 2nd from the wall. They had brown somewhat curly hair, leaning against the wall and reading some comic book that looked worn to death. The pages were ripped, the front was scratched, and the ink was discolored.

"Bryce shut the fuck up, I don't want to share space either. But the kids going to hate you if you talk 'bout him like that!" Another boy commented. This guy had bleached blond hair and an interesting array of tattoos on his arm and neck.

"I-I'm Anthony," the new boy muttered shyly, standing up from the ground and holding his bin close to his chest. He was observing the room, looking around at the boys scattered amongst the chipped metal bunk beds. His eyes landed on the top bunk of the beds closest to the wall, leaning against the discolored brick. Seeing that it was vacant, he assumed that's where he'd be sleeping. 

    The only issue he could see in the near future was the fact that the bed didn't have a ladder connecting to the top bunk, unlike the other beds that had a rusty and unstable ladder practically crusted into the bunk.

     Anthony's head was spinning, his vision was blanking and fading in and out of black. His ongoing eating disorder and iron deficiency were partially responsible, but the anxiety overtaking him as he realized he'd be in this hell hole with those boys for at least a few months with virtually no chance of leaving.

    As he continued silently examining the room, wanting to focus on something else, attempting to ease his ever-growing dizziness. He noticed that another bed was empty, but he didn't notice it before because the bed had a few miscellaneous objects thrown about. The boy who he assumed slept there had brown hair and was sitting on the bunk above his assumed bed, chatting with the blonde boy with the tattoos.

"Dude, is he fucking ok?" Another voice asked this voice belonged to a tall boy with brown hair who was sitting on the bottom bunk of the first set of bunk beds. So basically there were three bunk beds and a single bed, The one closest to the left of the cramped room had a boy with brown hair sitting on the bottom, and another boy with dark brown almost black hair on top. The next had the empty but cluttered bottom bunk and the boy with tattoos and another boy with brown hair sitting on the top. The third bunk bed was the one missing a ladder, a boy with bleached hair sat on the bottom, and the top was vacant. And lastly was the singular bed, an older boy with somewhat curly brown hair sitting atop.

"F-fine," he stuttered out, but his eyes were glazing over and his head was hurting. The boy with curly-ish hair that he believed was referred to as "Bryce" at least by the boy with tattoos, stood up from his bed, rushing towards Anthony. He was just in time to catch Anthony as he fell forward.

"I'm ok," Anthony muttered quietly.

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