Ryder sat in his room rockinh back and forth. He was nervous. He was just told new patients were coming in. What if he was crazier than them? what if he scared them? he didn't want to scare anybody. He especially didnt want anyone to get hurt again like last time.

Is that why he was here? because he hurt someone? he didn't mean to. It was an accident. Ryder is bad. He's a bad guy. He needs to be here so they can make him good. Suddenly his room door opened and a nurse walked in and smiled at him. "It's time to get out to meet the new patients Ryder." she said. Her warm eyes staring into his scared ones. "ryder don't want to go he might scare them." He replied.

"It's okay honey I'll be right there with you."

"okay." Ryder got off his bed and followed her to the main lobby and waited for the new patients. What are they like? Are they nice. Ryder hope they nice. Maybe he has someone to play music with. Ryder smiled brightly at the thought.

"We're almost there sweetie!" my mom trilled from her seat in the front of the car, next to my dad who was driving. Her words only made me grip the neck of my bass guitar tighter. I didn't want to do this. they knew I didn't. And they were still making me do it! "Did you take your Haldol this morning?" my dad asked. He seemed to be the only one who gave a damn about me. He cared if I took my medication becasue he actually worried whether I lived or died. I Nodded, then said, in a shaky voice, "Yeah. I took it, Dad." he nodded. "And your insulin?" Damn. I shook my head, reaching for my little medical bag with the cooling flask containing my insulin. My mom passed me a fresh syringe, and i opened the flask, releasing the little glass bottle inside it. Attaching the needle, I was suddenly aware that my dad had pulled over. "Just want to make sure your hand is steady." he said innocently. Liar. He was making sure I didn't take too much, that I didn't try to free myself from this damn nightmare. I measured out the exact dosage and located the vein. Here was the hard part. The painful part. Taking a deep breath and forcing myself to relax my arm, and carefully pushed the needle in, gasping slightly. Pressing the plunger, I felt the so-called 'lifesaver' drugs flow into my system. Putting the insulin back into the flask and the flask into the pouch, i handed my mother the used syringe. She put it into a small bag, sealed it and put it into the glovebox to dispose of later. My stomach lurched as we set back along the road, then pulled up to the institute ten minutes later. I got out of the car silently when my mother held open the door, and took the case my dad handed to me. I slung my bass over my shoulder, regarding the institute as my parents abandoned me there. "My name is Pyro Dawson, and I'm in Hell.." I muttered under my breath.

Ryder stared at his feet. He started thinking about his ex girlfriend. What did she do to make him attack her? Did he do drugs without knowing? Did he have another hallucination. All Ryder knew was he was a bad person and bad people go to the hospital to become good people. That's what his mom told him at least.

Ryder looked up when the girl walked. "Jessica..." Ryder relized she looked just like his ex girlfriend. "Ryder so sorry for what he did." He took a step back and tripped. He then got back up and ran to his room. The guards chased after him but the nice nurse told them to let him run. When he made it to his room he jumped onro his bed and went back to rocking back and forth repeating."Ryder bad. Ryder very bad. Ryder bad..."

Pyro dropped her bass and tried to help the boy up, but he had ran away, pursued by several guys. "Oh, no." she said quietly. She had to go see if he was okay. Picking up her bass on the way, she made her way up, following the stream of nurses and men. One of them tried to stop her from going any further. She growled at him, and made a snapping motion with her teeth at his hand. He leapt back, and she continued. Good thing that guy must be a new guy. she so wouldn't have gotten away with that on another one... Once she made it to the boy's room, she tapped on the door very softly, audible but as un threatening as she could make it. She didn't wait for a response. She opened the door very slowly, and saw the boy an his bed, rocking back and forth. he was saying something. "Ryder bad. Ryder very bad." he was just like her when she didn't take her Haldol. "Ryder?" she called softly, crossing the room tlo kneel next to the bed an d put her guitar next to her. "What's wrong?" she asked quietly.