I wake up strapped down to my bed, unable to move the slightest. I look up and see the boy with a grave look on his face. "FUCK! Fuck you, Fuck them, Fuck this stupid fucking life I can't fucking escape," I shout at him and break down into tears. He frowns.
"You could have died."
"Yeah, I would have too if that stupid nurse hadn't noticed me."
"You could have died," he repeats and walks right out of the room. A few minutes later, a nurse comes in and hooks me up to some other kind of liquid and I quickly realize as the world fades that it is a sedative.
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One day, after what feels like a month, a nurse cheerily skips in and tells me I have two choices. I can go live with the boy that's been visiting me and he will be my therapist, or continue like I was before I pulled my second little stunt and go to that other wing. Since when is that kid a therapist? I sigh and say I'll go home with that boy and she skips out again. Good, I think to myself, then I'll be able get out and find a gun and finish this job for good.
