Every single BLOOM

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"Good morning" it was to cheerful for this type of place. This dismal and disgusting place. Bear walls lined up and down the hallway, men dressed in all white escorted the new 'patient' to his room, chains tamed around his neck and arms, where restraining him from running.

At the end of the hallway was a man in a long lab coat, large goggles covered his eyes, his long grey hair pulled back into a ponytail. He grinned at the young man down below him. His face seemed nothing but friendly. The older man's eyes seem to flicker along with his smile, when he saw his new experiment.

Lies.

"Well your awfully handsome for your age" he leaned down to meet the golden eyed patient. Aggressively grabbing his chin, to look the older in the eyes.

John did not answer. He didn't want to.

"Take him to room 122" he said addressing the man to john's left. "But sir that room is-"
"Yes yes I know" the man in the lab coat said. John looked up at him as he fixed his poster. "But I would like to see-... ahem...this one do... um do 'that'" he coughed into his hand a light blush fell onto his cheeks as he fixed his poster. 'Yes but sir- he's only 15...it's illegal" the man to john's right stated. The man glared "LOOK AROUD YOU!!!" He yelled "EVERYTHING IS ILLEGAL THAT GOES ON IN THIS BUSINESS, I should be aloud to have some fun..." he trailed off looking over at the wall to there side. John shivered what did they want him to do?

"Besides... he is a late bloomer right... if he used to be a cripple why should we treat him anything but a cripple?"

Bullshit.

"So go take him to room 122 already" he said pointing behind him to a mental door.

Hell.

"YES SIR" all the people holding John yelled.

Evil.

They's people are horrible.

Devils.

Claire? How the actual fuck am I a monster when they are doing this stuff to kids? If only you could see the actual hell you made me go through.

They are the real monsters here.