{Can be triggering} Alex isn't happy with his life, one day he decides he'd had enough and attempts suicide, in a panic his parents take him the hospital and manage to save his life. When he wakes up he's told his parents have signed him into a mental ward, as he's walking around he meets a strange boy named Jack. After getting to know him he wonders why he's here, little does he know he's even worse off than he is.

*Prequel to Mental Ward* Name: Jack Bassam Barakat Age: Fourteen Birth date: June 18 Occupation: Highschool student Date admitted: October 27 Reason for admission: attempted suicide, signs of starvation. More information: previous diagnosis of depression, anxiety, bi polar, and anorexia. Has agreed to be taken to a mental hospital. Aren't your teens supposed to be the best years of your life, filled with teen lust, adventure, and happiness? That's what Jack Barakat thought the first time he popped a bottle of pills into his system. Jack never had a good life, bad parents and bad schools. At fourteen he was diagnosed with anorexia, depression, and anxiety. Read his story years before Alex Gaskarth came his life. Relive it all from his point of view

(WILL BE DELETING SOON!) Alex and Jack have always had the perfect friendship from day one. You can say it was love at first sight.. for Jack that is, as Jack starts to form romantic feelings for Alex after almost 5 years of friendship. But instead of telling Alex how he feels from the get go, Jack instead decides to brush his romantic feelings for Alex aside, and after awhile it works. I mean, that's until Jack begins to have these dreams almost every night about Alex ~

Lexington is your typical orphan stereotype. She's quiet, teenage, and bullied. Music is her salvation, it's an escape. Being an orphan since she was young, all she's known was foster homes and orphanages. But what happens when a member of All Time Low is adopting? Unknowingly, Lexi sets her own path by talking with Alex, lead singer of the band. Just to let you know, there won't be "random parent shows up" or "jealous girlfriend out to get her" type of things. But it's a good read, enjoy!

Tom was Alex's hero. What do you do when your hero dies? Worried about her son, Isobel Gaskarth sends Alex to Dr. Bassam Barakat, Towson's best therapist. Dr. Barakat isn't the one that helps Alex the most, though. It's his son, Jack Barakat.

When Jack was drunk, throwing up out of screen door wasn't his only bad habit that needed cleaning up in the morning.

Alex is a troublemaker, yet he doesn't want to be. It's just that when people get too close, or too personal for his comfort, he snaps. Events of his past have left him afraid of almost any physical contact, and other people in general. He's trying to mend his broken life, and is offered a fresh start after being expelled from his last school. Jack, on the other hand, is depressed. He feels worthless, like a waste of life and space, and has just about the lowest self-esteem possible. He's searching for the affection and comfort he so desperately needs. The meet at a bus stop one day, but are torn apart when Alex has to suddenly run off, without even giving the boys a chance to exchange names. Half a year later, the pair is reunited, when Jack is assigned to be Alex's tour guide on his first day at Dulaney High. Their feelings for one another quickly grow, though they're confused about where, exactly, the relationship is headed. Can the two boys help each other? Are they enough?

If it wasn't for one faulty clasp, Jack Barakat and Alex Gaskarth would have been nothing more than another one night stand to each other. If Jack hadn't been rushing to college, they never would have met properly in the daylight. If Alex hadn’t had to get to work early, they never would have fallen for one another. If the pendant hadn’t caught the light, they never would have torn each other apart. But on that day, late January, that seemingly insignificant piece of metal did break. Jack was late. Alex was forced to be early. The sun shone at the right angle. And that made all the difference.

One minute - that's all it takes for me to fall in love with the dusty blonde haired stranger and for Alex to be certain with the identity of his next victim - me. And there I was; drugged, tied to a mattress, raped, attacked and yet I felt guilty. It was my fault Alex was like this. I wasn't complying. I'd messed up his life and I need to feel sorry for him; he knows what's right and that's that I deserve this. I deserve this all.

What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my locker since Brunch. I'd lost count of how many people had gaped at my arm with shocked expressions and open mouths, curious voices unsure of whether or not they wanted to know the answer asking, "Did you cut your arm?" By third period, I'd gotten so fucking sick of repeating the same excuse that my sarcastic asshole side had leaked out. So, I'd been responding to my classmates appalled questions with something along the lines of, "Yes, I cut myself." There was a kind of sick humor to it - technically, I was telling the truth. Not that anyone would ever know it. Cover cred to RazorbladeKissesx