pain in graffiti

its about 4 teenagers who have very bad mentalhealth have to go to a mentalhealth hospital and thay share things in common and slowly become friends and maybe something more all pictures from are amazing pinterest and all pictures belong to their rightful owner and quotes prompts not taking credit

I sit up in bed as the springs shriek beneath my sudden weight, the sound sharp and metallic in the dark. The cold concrete floor bites against my bare feet the moment I stand, sending a chill up my spine. Above me, rain drums a relentless rhythm against the roof, each drop pounding in time with the chaos inside my head. The wind roars outside, wild and furious, mimicking the storm raging within me.
I pull myself fully from the bed and step onto the icy floor, moving toward the window. Outside, the sky is bruised and coal-black, heavy with anger. Liquid lightning splits the darkness, blue and silver veins painting twisted faces across the clouds, gone as quickly as they appear.
Then it happens.
A blood-curdling scream slices through the night-and through me-sharp as a dagger cutting through butter.
Her scream.
Before I can think, before fear can settle, I'm already moving. I tear myself from the floor, rip the door open, and sprint into the hallway. My bare feet slap violently against the ground, each step echoing too loud, too fast.
Where is she?
Where is she?
The halls stretch endlessly before me, one bleeding into the next. I run and run, lungs burning, heart hammering like it's trying to break free from my chest. Panic blurs my vision, the world narrowing to sound and motion and fear.
Then my legs give out.
I collapse with a sharp yelp of surprise, my knees crashing into the unforgiving floor. Pain explodes through me, but I barely register it. I pull my knees to my chest and fold in on myself, burying my head as if I can hide from the world.
Tears spill freely, hot and uncontrollable, burning their