Aiden Williams's Story

Aiden flinched awake when the knock sounded on his door then groaned, he was finally able to get some rest after a whole night of tossing and turning. Actually he doubted that he got any rest at all, because although he kept counting invisible sheep and the temperature of the room was a little cold, but otherwise manageable and even though the mattress was alright too -not too hard but not too comfy either, he felt like it was filled with tiny pebbles and each position his body took was more uncomfortable than the other, he kept imagining invisible eyes staring at him from everywhere in the dark, he heard the faintest of sounds that were probably made on the other side of the globe, and only by the time the sun rays were seeping in through the curtains, was he able to slowly -the agonizing kind of slowly- fall into the embrace of shallow slumber and his brain had finally calmed down and recognized that his body was terribly drained.
He sighed and kicked his feet off his bed. He felt tired, sluggish even as he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes, there was a ringing noise in both of his ears that he tried to shake off, he'll probably need coffee to be able to fully function today, he yawned and stretched his arms over his head, 'make that a LOT of coffee.'

By some miracle he managed to make his way to the dining area without falling asleep on the way, he rubbed his eyes again and bit back a mighty yawn. Most of his fellow prisoners were here before him it seemed, there was Greg sitting by himself looking a bit grumpy 'nice to know that I'm not suffering alone', the New Guy and Jessica where sitting at another table, he also spotted Galen, Luke, Mariah and the nurse Castiel.
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed again, I hope we don't have to do this whole socializing thing again. He let out a snort at the thought of "socializing". He then walked to Greg's table and took the furthest seat away from him and placed his head with his arms as a cushion on the table then closed his eyes.

Greg refused breakfast when some nurse walked up and questioned him as to why he wasn't eating. To him, it was annoying that they cared at all, and if someone didn't eat it was a sign or something. Maybe someone's just not hungry, every think of that? Rolling his eyes as the nurse walked away, he noticed someone sit at the table away from him, looking like he was trying to avoid... well everyone. Good luck with that, he thought, looking around the nurse's, but none of them seemed to care that Aiden nor himself were alone. The thought made Greg smile a bit, but it wasn't full of much happiness.
"Hey, Aiden, did ya not get enough sleep last night?" Greg said to the other, who had his head on his arms and looked like he was going to fall asleep. He tried to keep his voice down though, not wanting others to look over. He figured Aiden didn't even want him to talk to him, but he couldn't help himself. To him, the more a person tried to not talk, the more he wanted them to talk. It was weird. For instance, seeing everyone with each other when he came in made him not want to talk to them, even if he was okay with big groups. Just talking to someone who was alone or secluding himself seemed a better option. "You look exhausted," he added, frowning a bit. He remembered trying to get sleep when he first came to the asylum. Not fun. Not to mention the beds kinda sucked. After about the third week he opted for having the blanket as a cushion of sorts on the bed, instead of an actual blanket.
Before Aiden could even answer, a girl sat down by Greg and introduced herself as Anna, causing Greg to jump a bit but smile anyways. "Uh, hi, Greg," he said, looking over her. Was she new?

"Good morning"
Very slowly, and most certainly reluctantly, Jez opened her eyes a little, the light of the cafeteria rushing into her vision and causing them to close instantly. She jerked upwards once more, and rubbed them lightly as if she was still tired- which she was for the record- and looked up at the person who had just confronted her with the friendly greeting. To Jez’s guess, it was, indeed, a guy; the gender which she isn’t compatible with at all. He was a slender yet lean boy, who was practically four inches taller than her; which, from the school she went to, was a rarity. In fact, now that she looked around the cafeteria- which filled up quickly to her disliking- half of the people here where taller than her, minus one or two guys and girls.

He was probably the first person to actually speak to her- or at least from she’s knowledgeable of- and probably was new since she hadn’t seen him around. As much as she wanted to say hi back, even in this situation where a friend would probably be her greatest achievement, Jez couldn’t bring herself to actually say the words to a guy.
Her mouth slowly opened, as if she was going to say something but it closed quickly and before she knew it, her head shot down towards the table. She bit her bottom lip to try to hide the embarrassment of her incompetence to speak to a boy; with the sudden embarrassment and shock, a slight blush stained her cheeks and the anger was only drowned out by the rumbles of her stomach.

Aiden grumbled under his breath when he found out that he wont be getting his well needed snooze for three reasons: One, his bony arms made a lousy pillow. Two, A nurse looked like she was coming over to check on him (she'll probably ask him about the improvement of his sleeping patterns, or lack of improvement more likely). And three, Greg was attempting to "socialize".
He groggily looked up at Greg and was about to tell him that exhausted was an understatement and didn't even measure up to what he was feeling, in hopes that Greg would sympathize with him and therefor leave him alone to miserably attempt to sleep again, when a person took a seat at their table. His body tensed and he straightened up a bit when he realized that she's a girl and she's actually pretty and her name's Anna. Greg introduced himself, and Aiden realized that since she didn't really acknowledge his existence it's a good time as any to get up and go grab some breakfast. He wasn't running away from conversation, he was just going to get breakfast coincidentally when that conversation started... yup that's right.

He stood up and went to the serving line and grabbed a tray, a plate and some plastic utensils (some of the patients are werewolves "allergic" to silver). The food here was absolute cr@p strictly healthy and mostly consisted of fruits, veggies, nuts and what not, and much to his dismay, coffee was deemed "unhealthy" and was not allowed at all to patients, because apparently "it increases your stress hormones and insulin" and "Caffeine addiction makes it really difficult to rely on the body’s natural source of energy" and yadda yadda yadda. He sighed and decided on some cereal, an apple and a glass of orange juice then made his way back to his previous seat where he yawned yet again and hoped that he won't suddenly fall asleep while eating and drown in his cereal.