Blaine sat on the edge of his bed and looked down at his Adidas. The once bright white sneakers were now dirty and scuffed. He looked at the clock on the wall and realized he had only been at Lyles for a few hours. This was going to be a long, boring process but he need it. He hadn't seen any friends or family in six months. The really shitty part was he hadn't seen anyone his age at the facility yet. He laughed at his own thought. Who was he kidding? He would have talked to them anyway.

Blaine stood and walked out into the hallway. It was cold and had a sterile taste in the air, much like chemo had. He hated this place already.

Antionette smirked as she sat indian style on the cold floor her hazel eyes searching the television for a picture that wasn't there. She was in the recreational room, where most patients got to spend their free time. Antionette had plenty of that. She had no friends here, for the simple fact that she refused to make any. A nurse approached her from behind, tapping her on the shoulder.

"Antionette. Dear, its time for your medicine." she looked down to the ragged young woman.

Antionette stood to her feet, turning to the nurse who was eye level with the short haired woman.

"Im sorry, but Im just not quite in the mood for any more FUCKING pills." she yelled, slapping the cup out of the nurses hand.

This wasn't unusual. Everyone knew Antionettes behavior. She's been here for months, and still no change. Don't get her wrong, she tries. But not hard enough.

The nurse walked off to fetch some help.

Antionette turned around, secured her robe over her bare body, and sat back down on the floor, staring at the lifeless tv.

"..ie? Jessie? Jessie?"

I snapped back to reality and looked around. For a second I didn't know where I was. Kinda like when you crash at a friends house and waking up to a odd, and unfamiliar place. But as much as I didn't want to realize, I was at the Lyles Center in the Lobby. I stared at the girl calling my name.
She had black hair with eccentric curls and lovely blue eyes. I frowned.

"What?" I replied. I probably should've said, Yes? But I shrugged it off. I didn't want to be here in the first place. I was fine. Completely and totally fine. I had managed for, what? Five years, maybe, with no help? I could go without the Anti-depressents and the god damned therapy. I shuddered at the word. I hated Therapists. They acted like they knew what it was like. Like they understood. They had no clue. Not one God Damn clue.

The lady gave me a beaming smile. "Your room is down the hall, 5B." She glanced down at the papers she was holding and at the large man next to me.

"You are.. Kenny, right? Her Father?" She asked the man next to me. I scoffed. My father? I didn't even know who that was anymore.

"Um no, Im his friend. Her father is on a business trip right now and couldn't make it." He replied as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Of course that was a lie. He was probably off at some bar, getting drunk off his ass.

"Oh? Well her room is 5B. You can take her there for right now." She checked her watch. "Im afraid your going to have to leave in about 30 minutes though."

He smiled slightly. "Thanks" And we headed down the hallway. I didnt like the place. It was white. And white. And white. And quite frankly, White. The walls were bare and bland and the air had some kind of Sickly Sweet smell to it.

Each step was paving my own walkway to hell.

Blaine wondered down the hall dragging his fingers along the wallpaper, occasionally passing over a door frame. What was the idea here? Induce boredom until he either killed himself or just agreed not to be depressed anymore? The worst part was he had signed his life away to these quacks. He was trapped here until the allotted time was up or until they deemed him fit to return to normal life. What was normal life anyway? He had been sitting in his room, eating Ramen and watching British comedies for almost three straight. He didn't know how to act when he was out in the "REAL WORLD" and usually found himself hiding somewhere until he could return to the safety of his bedroom. Up ahead, he noticed a girl and a man walking with one of the nurses.

Another newcomer.

He passed her, smiling politely. That's really all he could do, just smile and nod. He hoped the Rec Room was a bit more exciting. As Blaine reached the door, he heard a girl shouting and watched a nurse quickly leave, her face expressionless. He was going to just go back to his room when the girl, sitting on the floor in a bathrobe, noticed him.

"Uh... Hello" He said awkwardly, giving a halfhearted wave.

She heard footsteps enter the room, and she sure it was Big Bob coming to drag her away and back into her room. She sat there, hair barley touching her slender neck, frazzled and a mess. She turned to look over her shoulders, cutting her eyes at the young man. Her hazel eyes stood out, and so did her pale skin and bright red lips. She smirked, and looked away.

"You better get outta' here. Don't want your pretty little self to be caught up in my shit." she smiled at her reflection in the television, before standing up, her back still to the gentleman. She was 5'9, her legs long and thin. She didn't eat much, and she dropped quite alot of weight since she's been here. She moved to a near chair, sitting herself there, the man getting a better view of her, and she got one of him as well. She stared, coldly, not saying a word.

"Your shit?" He laughed, moving into the room. "You're saying if I sit in here, your issues are gonna rub off on me?" Blaine said with a grin.

She was cute, and she was the first girl to talk to him in a long time. He figured he'd give it a shot, just to see if he could even carry a conversation. He just had to make sure he kept that sarcastic attitude in check, or she'd have nothing to do with him.

"So can I sit on that couch?" He asked, pointing at another seat.

Violet reminded herself to go outside and act happy. She went outside her room and bumped into somebody. Her glasses fell of as she fell to the ground. "Ow..." Her cut wounds started to hurt and she couldn't see. She couldn't get up. "I need help." Violet told the person in front of her. (Next post will be larger. I promise! Also this could be anybody I bumped into.)

She rolled her eyes. Why in the fuck doesn't he get the picture.. -she thought to herself as she looked away from him.

"Well I mean, you look like one of tha' good ones around here." she smiled, "Don't wanna'.. how do you say.. "Corrupt" you." she snickered, looking back to him, jerking her head gesturing that he could sit, of course at his own risk.

"It sure is taking long for that lump of lard to come.." she leaned up, taking a look through the hall. He wasn't in sight. She sighed, sitting back and looking over to her new victim with a grin.

"What are you here for? Lemme guess." she moved her finger to her chin, her arm supporting it across her chest. "Cutter.. Pill Popper.. Alchi.. Um, oh I got it! Youre gay and youre tired of being treated like someones bitch, sooo you are addicted to heroin and meth, right?" she said, loud enough for anyone to hear. She had no shame. She was obnoxious and crude. But there was always a reason for that. She had a past of her own, and she hid all of it behind her personality. She couldn't let emotions show. Those were useless and got her no where.

"Wow! You hit the nail right on the head! Yup, I'm a huge fag!" He announced sarcastically.

Blaine flopped down on the couch, throwing his feet up and stretching out.

"Naw, I'm not into anybody's dick but my own... Not addicted to anything either. Well... I do enjoy a nice handful of pills and a bottle of Johnny Walker from time to time, but I've got it under control. Nope, I'm just the normal, run of the mill anti-social insomniac with an extreme case of depression and thoughts of suicide" Blaine said with a grin. "And you? You're... Drugs?" He questioned.

He eyed the girl and yawned.

She was very much not intrigued. He was more of a smart ass than her. She didn't like that one bit. She lowered herself, sinking down into the chair, looking ahead, keeping silent before he answered her question.

"Well according to "them" I'm emotionally unstable and I'm an addict. They even are starting to think Im skitzo which means if they're right, I should be transfered in a week or so." she looked over to him with a lifeless face, still holding on to its beauty in some way.

"Heroin, MDMA ,GHB, Rohypnol, Clarity, and Ketamine." she said. She knew all the proper terms and usually used them over street terms. She's been here too long.

"You know.. Ruffies, Special K and Ecstasy.. and every liquor under God's sun." she broke it down, maybe he would understand better. Looking away, she smiled.

"But I have been clean for a total of 146 days, if thats fuckin' counts for anything! They won't let me leave though. They say I would only end up 6 feet under or in prision. Fuckers say Im a threat to the community or some bullshit like that. I mean, I think Im pretty harmless." she grinned, sitting up and leaning over to him, almost tasting his breath.

"Don't you think?" she said, her eyes locked on his with a malicious grin.

A smirk crossed his face as he looked into her eyes. She was quite beautiful and wondered how they would have interacted had it been under different circumstances.

"I wouldn't call you a threat... You seem nice enough. I mean, most of these snappy comments are just a defense mechanism, right?" He asked. "Not that its a bad thing... I do that too. Why do you think I'm such an asshole? Its way easier to scare people off than trying to actually let them in" Blaine explained, leaning closer to her face. "Oh, and you don't have to dumb things down for me sweetheart... I took just about every pill under the sun while I was on chemo" He whispered with a sad quiver.

He placed his cheek to her, so that his mouth was right beside her ear.

"My name's Blaine... Maybe we could be friends? See, we seem to have a common interest... Hating people" Blaine finished, pulling back with a small grin.

I merely nodded at the guy who had smiled at me.

The last thing I wanted to do was make friends with some crack head.

"Listen Jessie, I'm sorry. I know your mad, and you have evry right to be, baby. But I cant stand seeing you like this."

Kenny was leaning in the doorway to my room. Or cell. I couldn't tell the difference.

I threw my duffel bag on the bed. "Right."

He watched me and scratched his chin. "You'll thank me later."

And with that he headed out.

I kicked the bed. Fucking thank him? Thank him? I wanted to slit his throat. Thats what I wanted to do.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I waited til Kenny was gone and wandered into the hallway. It was oddly quiet. Only a few voices now and there. Walking torwards the lobby, I watched the lady from earlier. She looked nice. All the employees looked nice. But I knew it was a facade. It was their job to look nice. I resisted the urge to punch one of them and walked torward the desk.

"What am I suppose to do?" I asked. I made sure I sounded polite. The sooner they think im better, the sooner I can get out of this shithole.


Recognizing me from earlier, she looked down at some papers again. I wondered what kind of things she had written on there. I imagined her having my first kiss down. My first day of school. My IQ.

"Well in about.. An hour or so. We're gonna have you and everyone with your kind of case head downstairs to a group meeting."

She must've saw the confused look on my face cause she added, "You'll see when you get there. But for now I want you to stay in your room or in your lobby. One of our nurses will come get you when its time, okay?"

They made it sound like we were in an Insane Asylum or something. But judging by the looks of a few people., I wouldn't be surprised.

I thanked her and walked over to a chair by the window. What was I suppose to do all day?

She took a dry swallow, feeling his breath caressing her skin. She frowned, squinting her eyes as she pushed her hand against his chest, pushing him further away, but not too hard.

"Don't get so comfortable there asshole, I didn't ask your name, and even if I did, I sure as hell didn't come here to make fuckin' besties." she looked away.

"And no its not a defense mechanism, that's all you baby, not me." she rose her eyes to his, keeping them there. To most, she was intimidating and she was persistent on trying to break this boy down. Truth is, he was right in every way, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. She was just as much of an asshole as she named him to be.

She leaned back in her chair, calming down and remaining quiet. Reaching down into her robe pocket, she pulled out a sharp file that would have been attatched to nail clippers, if only she hadn't detached it. She began to pick at her nails, which were already clean.

"The names Antionette, fuckbag." she hissed, keeping her eyes away from his. "And I don't hate people.. they hate me."

He watched her pick at her nails quietly.

That's right... Just keep telling yourself you're a real tough cookie.

"I'm sorry about jumping to conclusions about you" He apologized to the girl. "That's a beautiful name, Antionette... It suits you" Blaine said, considering a wink but deciding against it.

He scooted closer towards her, reaching the end of the couch. He leaned against the arm, resting his head in his hand.

"Look, I just wanted to get to know you a little better. We don't have to be best friends, but could we both just tune down the sarcasm? I just figured things would be easier if I knew someone who was my age..." He explained, in a meek voice, yet still holding his own.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" Johnny hollared.

He socked one of guards in jaw and he fell to the ground heavily.
But soon after about seven other nurses and guards nearly trampled over him. One was sitting on his back before he could even think. The guard was struggling to get cuffs on the boy. After struggling for awhile, Johnny stopped and the guard pressed his head against the cold lobby floor.

"Fucking bastard. Thinks he can just touch me like that." Johnny said bitterly as the guard pulled him up from behind. He watched the guard on the ground that he had hit. He was rubbing his jaw and seemed to be in a bit of a daze.

The guard cursed under his breath and stood up unsteadily. "One arm you got there boy." He murmered under his breath. Johnny took a little pleasure in this as the guard shoved him into a seat across from a Brunette.

"You move and I'll haul your ass into jail, you hear?" The guard made his way to the desk. All the other nurses were eying him nervously.

Johnny Merily shrugged and stared at the Brunettes shoes. He regretted coming here. Four months he had to endure in this shithole. He looked up at the Brunette who was staring at him.

"Got a problem, toots?"

She smiled, without having to force it, and looked over to him. She stopped picking her nails, putting the file away.

"I might consider it. Besides.. I need some testosterone in my life." she chuckled, looking up at Big Bob who wobbled in to the room. She sighed, standing up.

"Okay okay humpty dumpty." she looked down to Blaine, "Stay beautiful, love." she smiled, winking as she swayed away, her robe coming off her shoulders, now dragging on the floor at the bottom, just as white as every room. She turned to look to Blaine before exiting.

"I gotta do some "alone time" with a counselor. But Im sure I'll come out and play later." she said, as she wiggled the tips of her fingers with a goodbye.

She liked him. He was such an asshole.

Blaine watched her leave with the giant man. She was a spitfire, and he enjoyed the challenge. He sighed and made his way back out into the hall. He was alone again, and it sucked. He began rambling back to his room when he spotted the girl he had smiled at earlier and guy sitting in a chairs by a window.

Must be social hour...

He approached the nurses station, picked up a pamphlet about suicide and took a seat in a chair a few feet from the two other patients.

Suicide and You... What a crock of shit.

He began folding it into an airplane.

Violet found her glasses on her own and punched the guy who was in front of her for not helping her. She saw what time it was and ran to the room everybody was supposed to be at. Violet entered the room and sat down. She was at the front of the room and somebody threw a paper airplane at her. She didn't turn around and took the airplane. "Who threw it?" She asked in a normal tone.

Syn woke up in a white room, not knowing what had happened at first but then realized were she was. she immeadiately jumped up out of the white bed.
"son of a bitch they fucking tranked me!" she growled running a hand through her hair. damn. the last thing she remembered was going at it with 3 of the female guards. she walked over to the door to find it unlocked. she walked out not bothering to shut the door. following some workers down the hall she saw a few other people, some looking WAY older than her and others about her age range. she spotted a guy making an airplane, and a few others, but didnt think much of it was most people didnt want to talk to her so she didnt bother.
suddenly she caught her reflection in a window, and saw her eyes. she felt the hallow ache in her chest, the one that made her want to curl into a ball and stop herself from falling apart. her knees got shaky and her eyes began to water. shit. she was going to faint or start crying...she didnt know what was worse in a public place. she looked around quickly and immediate reaction, she needed something sharp....Now.
she spotted a spork sitting on a tray outside of a room. good enough. she thought as she slipped it under her sleeve and looked for a more private place. the ache in her stomach grew worse, so bad she finally just ran the spork down her arm as hard as possible, raw jagged cuts in its wake and letting Syn breath in relief.

The plane flew straight for a bit, before curving and hitting a girl sitting across the room in the head. Blaine flinched.

"Sorry! I wasn't aiming for you!" He called to her, standing and moving towards her. "Are you okay?" He asked when he reached her.

Violet laughed. "Its not like a paper airplane could cause injuries." She tells the guy next to her. Violet gave the paper airplane back to the guy and stopped laughing. "What are you in for?" She asked him since she had nothing else to do.

Blaine took a seat nearby.

"Depression" He stated, deciding it was easier to lump everything together into one category.

The girl seemed nice enough, he just didn't trust anyone.

"What about you?" He asked politely.

Making friends would be helpful in here.

Syn felt the blood run down her arm slowly. she wiped her arm then the spork off and replaced it were it had been, and continued on her way as if nothing had happened, though the pain in her chest still hadnt subsided. she shuddered. she needed something else. she kept seeing her sister. every were she looked. guilt for even breathing washed over her. she saw a guard pass and tapped her on the shoulder, the guard turned and Syn swung knocking the woman in the face. first instinct was to hit back and thats what she did. the blow Synister took knocked her off her feet and made her see stars but it wasnt enough. she jumped up and hit at the guard again but missed and got knocked off her feet again. this time her head hit the ground and her vision got fuzzy. perfect. she couldnt think very well, she knew she was getting back up and swinging again, but some how she ended face down. she was blissfully numb.

"I cut myself..." She told him Violet sighed and showed him the scars and marks on her arm. "Theres more but I don't feel like showing them." She added while showing him her other arm. "My name's Violet."

He had tried killing himself before, just not by cutting. Still, he understand how it could be a release.

"I'm Blaine. It's nice to meet you, Violet. You been here long?" He asked the girl.