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Why I Hate You

Why I Hate You

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"Commiting suicide means your a coward." "No, commiting suicide means I'm not in denial."

766 readers have visited Why I Hate You since Wynter created it.

Introduction

Sky-Linked Tears is a Psychiatric Facility for adolescents and teenagers.


Adults majoring in neuropsychiatry and other psychiatric educational fields are spotted around Sky’s staffed base.
They are here to help; they are here to help you.

From the ages of 13 to 19 years old, teenagers and adolescents are sent to Sky-Linked Tears Psychiatric Hospital to seek the help that will change their lives.
It may take time but Sky has time.
Lots of it.
And they won’t make anyone leave until that time has paid off for the better.



Daily schedules of Sky include:
Breakfast 8:30-9:45 am
Later wakeup (for patients sleeping in) 9:00 am-12:00 pm
Lunch 12:45-1:45 pm
Therapy sessions/Appointments ?:??-?:??
Dinner 6:00-7:45 pm
Bedtime 9:45 pm
Lights out 10:30 pm

Nursing Staff/Doctor Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Position Seeking:
Personality:
Important Information:
Why do you want this position?

Patient Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Physical Appearance:
Current Diagnosis (please list all if more than one):
Current medication(s) (if any):
Personality:
Criminal Record (if any):
History/Important Information:
Why are you seeking treatment?
Have you been hospitalized in a psychiatric facility before?

current patients include:
-devon jacobs
played by Alice FireStar suicidal
-samantha johnson played by FanastyLife adhd, bipolar

current nursing staff/doctors include:

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"Commiting suicide means your a coward!"

Alice screamed disheartened, but resentful.
Crash; there goes the vase Grandpa gave us for Christmas.

"No, commiting suicide means I'm not in denial." Corrections formed in my voice; eyes glaring at the shattered glass over the floor.

"Oh shut up with that crap, Devon! I'm your mother; what am I supposed to do, let you end your life? No! Kids aren't supposed to die before their parents!"
She was still shrieking. And, if you asked me, she needed to shut the he'll up.

"Their not 'supposed' to. You always talk about when it's 'you're time to die'. Mine is now. It's just a bit sooner then everyone else's."
Pique was erupting; it showed threw in the tone.

"That's it, I'm calling your father!"
Beep, beep, beep. Her right hand held the phone; left pressing the buttons to call my dad.

"Fuck. Him." Vemon; that's the word. It leaked through as I spoke; how I despised my fucking 'father'.

The furious nature brandished in my mom's eyes; she was responding, and charged at me.
"You stupid bitch! Don't you ever say that about your dad again." My cheek felt the impact as she slapped me.

I almost fell; but my weight was supported by the wall.
My mom was usually a quiet, meek person. Lashing out was rare; and I was the special person to witness it all.

"We gave you everything! And this is how you repay us? By trying to leave us, through a freaking rope!? Why the hell would you try to do that to me, to your dad, your parents?" Oh, yes, she was pissed off alright.

And only four words came to my mind;

Maybe this was why.


Devon's brownish-gold eyes just stared up to the stupid same blank cealing, in the stupid same psychiatric bedroom, in the stupid same hospital, in the stupid same city; in the stupid. Same. Life.

Just as always, flashbacks rewinded and replayed in her mind's eye of the day the decision was final;
She was coming to Sky.

Devon hoped hoped she'd pissed them off; both of them, the assholes she was stuck with as her parents.

Suicidal; yeah, she was that. Another flipping label; sent along with many others to this 'psychiatric hospital'.
Yeah, She thought, more like a asylum.

Yes, she wanted to die. Yes, she wanted to hurt herself.
The doctors asked her the same thing when she came to Sky as when her mom had brought her to the hospital.
Apparently carving 'FUCK YOU' and 'EMO' into her arms with a exacto knife was 'bad'.
If you asked Devon, she'd have a few rants to tell everyone what was freaking bad.

"No, commiting suicide means I'm not in denial." Rewind, replay... rewind... replay.

Not having a choice in the matter, a choice of her own death, was what she hated most. She hated waking up in Sky. She hated waking up. She hated having to live in this god forsaken world. But, again, it wasn't her choice.

Devon got up, forcing herself to, before she dragged her body over to the bathroom. She got ready; washroom, makeup, hair. She had to have thrown a huge fit to get a straightener in her room. It only went up to 140 degrees though. And according to the annoying staff, she'd find 'severe punishment' if she burnt herself.
Right. Whatever.

When she took off her shirt to change, her goldish eyes gazed to the scars which not only lined her arms, but also those that decorated from her thighs to her calves. She admired them, the cuts, each one abnormally puffed up.

Why? Hairspray.

Yeah, she'd used hairspray on open cuts. She liked when it hurt; but it also made them more visible. She wanted them to see; see the scars if someone looked at her across the room.

Silky black was her V-neck shirt, as Devon had finished getting ready. She wore that, and black sweats, with black Puma running shoes.
Today Devon's body temperature was not so low, so wearing her normal red plaid jacket, or even her tight white hoodie, would make her too hot.

Everyone would just have to deal with seeing her very much so visible scars;
As if she gived a shit.

Click.
Devon closed her room door, eyes glancing around the hallway.

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Samantha stared through a closed window, looking at a tree just outside the window. The tree branches blew in the gentle breeze that she wish she could feel it was hot in this cramp room.

"So how are you feeling today Samantha" the therapist asked again. Samantha had pretty much been tuning out everything that the women had been saying for the past ten minutes, but now the women's voice drove her back in, into the small, white, quiet, depressing room.

"Can I leave now" her tone was nonchalant but her mood was highly annoyed. The women shook her head in a no motion

"You have to stay her for another fifteen minutes" the lady said glancing at her watch before looking up at the bored teen. "Look the courts say that until you are released me and you have to meet her every morning for one hour. So instead of the usual I talk and you say nothing and just ignore me how about you try opening up. Huh." the lady smiled at Samantha and Samantha just groaned and rolled her eyes turning her attention back to the window. The woman sighed leaning back getting more comfortable in her chair "Okay then well why don't you tell me why you tired to kill your mother."

Samantha's eyes slowly shifted to the women "Look here Linda I have been coming here for a couple of weeks now and everyday its the same thing with you we sit, you talk, and I wish I was on the opposite side of that window." she said pointing to the window that had taken up the majority of her attention so far today "Everyday you ask me the same questions how am I feeling, how did I end up here, where do I see myself in twenty years, what lead to putting my mother in the hospital." Samantha paused it felt weird to say that she was the actually reason her mom was laying up in the hospital, but the way she saw it what happened was her mother's fault so why should she feel guilty ? the answer to that was there was no reason for her to feel guilty which is why she didn't. "Like I told you when I first got here, me and mother got into an argument from there it got physical she came after with the knife I knocked her down the stairs and from there I blacked out. I don't exactly no what I did from there but consider my mother's injuries I say unleashed all hell on her ass and the fact of the matter is that she had it coming and deserved what she got. I may have hurt her but I wasn't trying to kill her" she stated her answer every sentence coming out of clenched teeth "Trust me if I wanted her dead she would be" she mumbled under her breath.

The rest of the time went by slowly and in silence seeing as Samantha wasn't in the mood for talking Linda just sat back filling out paper work while Samantha stared at the tree outside the window. When the session was over she left quickly heading back to her room, she had went to her therapy session in a pair of yellow sweatpants, a white plain t-shirt, and a pair of white nikes. She had slept in the t-shirt and sweatpants and she hadn't taken a shower yet, now that she was back in her room and had nothing better to do she went to the washroom and took a shower when she got out she brushed her teeth and washed her face. She got dressed in a cream and white top, a pair of jeans, and she put back on her nikes. She brushed her hair into a neat, decent looking side ponytail she would accessorize but who was dressing up for in a place like this. She did her makeup putting on a clear lip gloss, her black eye liner and other things like mascara, eye shadow, and foundation. Even thought she had no one to impress she still liked doing her make up it made her feel normal and looking good just helped her to feel good. She walked out of her room until she got to the room with the tv, since she had been her she had been spending most of her time in this room, there was no internet at least not that she knew of so tv was the next best thing. She sat down on the small couch and flicked threw the channels until she found a show on, it was Spongebob Squarepants, Samantha tossed the remote aside and sat back watching the funny talking sponge.

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"Oh shut up with that crap, Devon!"

Devon started to walk through Sky's hallways, footfall not that of heavy, she'd never been that type of person, but she didn't care to tip-toe either.
If she woke up the other crazies in the building, which was unlikely they were to awake, let alone still sleeping.

Spo... squ...

Stopping slightly, she listened then. Hearing, but recognizing, the kid's show 'Sponge Bob Square Pants' as sections of the tune begining the show sounded from the Rec room, just down the hall from her own room.

Keeping up the walk then, she went to the Rec door, pushing it open, eyes glancing down to her visible scars for a moment.
Well, that was a way to put a smile on her face.

Devon's gold-brown eyes looked to a girl, of whom's back was turned slightly away from her to watch the TV.

What was her name?
Sam...? Right?

She'd heard people call the patient's name, but Devon herself wasn't really close with Sam. Barely knew anything about her.

Not stopping, nor pausing, much, Devon moved through the room over to the other side, away from Sam, of the couch.
She sat, looking to the TV, as the cartoon advanced through it's 'plot line'.

Stupid. Devon thought; though at Sky they had most the channels blocked for some little reason or another.

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Samantha found the televisions in Sky to be quiet annoying, the hospital paid for cable but the majority of the channels were blocked. So that meant no MTV, or BET, or Vh1 or any of the other channels she found amusing. Now she was reduced to watching Spongebob as if she was some seven or eight year old with nothing better to do then to watch a stupid sponge say stupid things. She could hear footsteps coming from the hallway she figured it was a doctor doing his or her rounds seeings as not many of the patients were up walking around at this time. Her eyes had been glued to to the televison as a girl walked into the room and took a seat on the couch. She said nothing to Samantha so Samantha had said nothing back, she just sat watching tv. As the show went to commercial she now took some interest in the girl, she turned her body around so that she was facing the girl and looked her up and down. She felt like she had seen this girl before but she just couldn't match a name to the face. Maybe if this girl wasn't a psychopath or serial killer her and Samantha could become friends. The only way Samantha saw herself staying sane in this place was for her to at least meet and make one friend.

As she looked the girl over again she noticed scars on her body, Samantha found it weird that she wasn't freakin out by this but being the party girl that she was she had seen many strange and crazy things, of course nothing like this hospital but she found that this girl probably wasn't as weird as the other kids around this place. Samantha cleared her throat before tapping the girl on the shoulder, "Hi am Samantha, mind telling me who you are" she hoped that the way she said it hadn't come out rude, she had said it in the friendly voice she knew and smiled at the end of her sentence to show she was being friendly. If the girl was okay enough to be allowed out of her room without a doctor stalker following her she must be well enough to talk to and hold a conversation Samantha thought to herself.

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What the... Devon thought instantly, feeling a tap on her shoulder before a voice.

"Hi am Samantha, mind telling me who you are".
Oh, it was the girl. Samantha; the girl was Samantha.

Brown-gold eyes moving from the TV to the other patient, she saw a smile on her face.
She was friendly. How sweet. Was the next thought, saturated in sarcasm.

"My name is Devon. I'm down the hall from you." That's just about all this girl knew though. Hell, she didn't even know which room Sam was in.
Not that it mattered.

Civilized, was Sam, in Devon's eyes. Compared to the schizophrenics, OCDs, and other super-insane people around the Sky's Hell Hole.
Whatever, as if I'm one to judge, Devon thought; and she wasn't.

The girl cut herself, and had attempted suicide twice. As if she was normal.
Shut up. Her voice echoed in her head, demanding herself to shut her thoughts for two seconds.

"You a fan of Sponge Bob?" Devon then asked; conversation. Apparently being a misanthropist wasn't 'healthy'.
Yeah, fuck you, therapists.
A small smile was on her lips; she was joking in words, eyes moving to the TV before she glanced back at Sam.

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"My name is Devon. I'm down the hall from you."

Devon. Samantha thought for a moment didn't she date a dude name Devon, well she slept with a guy named Devon, at least she guessed that was his name.

As she came out of her own world in her head Devon said that they were down the hall from each other, Samantha found it weird that she didn't know the girl seeing as she must have seen her at least fifty times. Well whatever she thought to herself it didn't really matter seeing as she didn't know who the person staying the next room was.

Although Samantha hadn't said more than a sentence to this girl she felt this was going well, in the first few weeks of being here she had seen crazy teens attacking doctors and others who worn those rubber helmets and bit people. So this was step up from all those others people, even if this girl was a cutter she was the best option Samantha saw at this point.


"You a fan of Sponge Bob?"
Devon asked her.

Samantha turned her head back to the tv, she hadn't noticed the commercial had ended. She turned her attention back to Devon and shrugged "Well I would defiantly love to watch something other than a show for sticky fingered seven year olds but seeing as I don't have many options with this tv, I guess for the time being I am a fan of Spongebob."

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Stupid blocked channels.

"This Hell Hole doesn't even hold seven-year olds. It's stupid." Devon commented, eyes glancing away for a moment.

"Why do you watch that? It's disgusting." Her mother, Alice, used to say that to Devon when ever she'd turn on CSI at their house.
CSI would have been her preferred show to watch. Horatio Cain was a character she'd grown to know well.

Why do I watch it? She thought, Because it doesn't bother me.
No shit, Sherlock.

This patient, though, was wondering silently why in the world Samantha was there. She seemed normal; not that she'd dare to ask.
It was a personal thing for some; she didn't feel the need to piss her off.
Devon felt the need to piss other people off; and she was already quite good at that.

"Fuck. Him."

Combing a few fingers through her hair once, the girl looked to the TV. She'd break it; to anger the staff and get in trouble, but she knew they still wouldn't kick her out. Something about not giving up on her or some shit like that.

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"This Hell Hole doesn't even hold seven-year olds. It's stupid."

Samantha laughed at Devon's comment the girl was right the youngest people they took here was thirteen. "I guess with a children's show like Spongebob they hope it will give all us "crazy" teens some happy thoughts" she chuckled at the thought she couldn't imagine herself walking around singing the Spongebob theme song.

"Why do you watch that? It's disgusting."

Samantha shrugged "I watch it because there is nothing better to watch. And its not like there is anything better to do in this place but watch tv like what else is am going to do read a book".

Samantha was wondering why Devon was here but she figured the scars on her body were a pretty clear hint. Samantha didn't belong here and she knew that and that is why out of all the people in this shit hole she was probably one of the most normal people here.

"Fuck. Him."

Samantha suddenly snapped out of her head and looked at Devon "Take it easy Devon its just a talking sponge" she said jokingly.

"So how long have you been at this place because I have only been here for a couple of weeks and I don't think am going to survive two months in this place."

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Devon froze for a moment.
Oh my god. She though to herself; her flashbacks. She'd been saying the words aloud.

"Take it easy Devon its just a talking sponge" Sam spoke, jokingly almost, but Devon was embarrassed; she'd have to take a hold on that.

God Devon, snap out of it.

"Sorry; I didn't mean to say that out loud. I was thinking of something else." Her voice came out mumbled, but still audibly understandable.

""So how long have you been at this place because I have only been here for a couple of weeks and I don't think am going to survive two months in this place." The other patient's voice rose to the fore-going front of Devon's attention, and mind.

How long have I been here? Too long; if you'd ask me. Was the comment that sounded in her head, automatically.

"I've been here for a almost a year. You'll get used to it; you have to." It was true; any, partly sane, person there would have to use coping methods.

Devon didn't like usually associating herself at all with the crazies or staff at sky; all of them annoyed the shit out of her.

So, instead, Devon wrote notes to Addison.
Who is Addison? A female, not a real person.
Devon has a type of 'diary', though she'd never call it of the sort. It's promtply titled Dear Addison,.

She doesn't write as herself, persay, either. Nor does she use correct dates, including years.
For example, one of the notes might look like this;
Dear Addison,March 4, 1803
I've mentioned countless times before of how I was scared for Devon. She's on the brink of suicide, hanging of a endless cliff with only a finger.
But today was the fall, likewise the saving, give or take.
Oh, Addison, you must have seen it!
She had snapped; and lashing out retaliated with her mother's response.
They'd gotten into a huge fight; but it's over now. Yes, I'm sure you were there, watching too.

I know that right now Devon is in Sky-Linked Tears Psychiatric Hospital. It's in the same town of her house, and you know where she lives, Addison.
Thinking she doesn't belong there is most of what she does; but you must see her.
Check up on her; she's waiting to see you again, Addison. To hear from everyone else.
Do you mind making a visit, a side stop, maybe? Please, it would do great good.
Tell me how she is doing; I miss Devon too.

Aimëe is safe in a Psychiatric Facility too; I've just finished talking with her. She says they think she is crazy, that her being schizophrenic is absolutely dangerous.
I'm angry at them, the staff there; just because Aimëe mentioned us, me and you, Addison, they believe she is schizophrenic.
If you asked me; their the ones who are insane.

Sincerely
,Echo
.

Echo, Jinx, Starling, Thorn, Flint, Willow, and Aimëe are all of those who she writes as, all notes to Addison.
She keeps the book, holding each page, back to back, of different notes to Addison in the bed-side table's drawer beside her bed.

Addison, as seemingly depicted through the notes, is usally asked by one of the seven to go check up on someone. To tell them something. To watch something. Or the notes could be about what happened to another one of the seven that day; eight, including Devon, though again, she never ever writes as herself.

Devon's eyes looked away for a moment, before she looked back to Sam.

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"Sorry; I didn't mean to say that out loud. I was thinking of something else."

Samantha nodded usually when she was in her own world she would tend to say the things she was thinking in her head out loud, so she saw how someone else could do the same. She wondered who Devon could have been thinking about to say something like that out loud but for once in her life she decided against prying. "Its cool I have been know for doing the same so I understand".

"I've been here for a almost a year. You'll get used to it; you have to."

Samantha sighed loudly in despair hearing that it was possible to be in this place for almost a year or more made Samantha lose all hope of getting out of this place and back to society. The fact that she had a record all in its own could make her end up spending years in this place. She now sat back and started thinking about her life, in all truth she hadn't really had it that bad. She was a single child which meant she got whatever she wanted when ever she wanted from her mom, if they could afford it. And even thought her friends were a couple of bad asses they mwere the best friends she could ever ask for or want. Before she got to lost in her memories of the pass and maybe herself miserable she snapped out of her own head and looked at Devon.

"So you've spent a lot of time inside this place, what do you do to pass the time. Beside you know watching a talking sponge and thinking of sweet freedom".

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"I rarely watch Spongebob, but I know what you mean."
Devon replied first of all, smiling slightly. She didn't like watching the kids' shows that occupied space inside the television; she liked staying alone in her room, most of the time, but if the staff decided to make her get out, or she herself did, then she usually had to go to therapy or something of the sort.

And isn't therapy just a load of fucking fun.

Commonly Devon would take time out of the day to write to Addison, conclusion of such usually were dependable of given circumstances though.

What do you do? Read? Write? Draw? They won't let her listen to her music any more.

"I don't know; there's not much to do around here, as you probably have noticed. I guess I usually stay in my room; people mostly leave you alone there." That was true, for the most part.

No one, patient-wise, came into Devon's room. Not that it was common in other sections of the ward; but some sanity-seeking people paired up as friends and acted it out.

Whatever.

She mostly liked being alone; but if she did want to 'socialize' or just be around people, roaming the halls hardly was one to disappoint.

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"I rarely watch Spongebob, but I know what you mean."

Devon said responsing to Samantha's last question. It was nice to hear that for once in a while some actually got her. Her therapist didn't know her, she was just a annoying person trying to figure Samantha out, and she hated when people tried to figured out. That just led to a lot of personal questions and she felt like if you knew her you would already know the answers to your questions, so if wanted to know her just get to know her. Thinking on herself she found that she probably wasn't the easiest person to talk to, people had told her before that she could be "slightly" intimidate. She chuckled to herself at the thought before turning her attention back to her peer sitting next to her.

"I don't know; there's not much to do around here, as you probably have noticed. I guess I usually stay in my room; people mostly leave you alone there."

Samantha groaned loudly that was far from what she wanted to hear. Unlike Devon she couldn't just sit in her room doing nothing, maybe if she had a stero, a tv without blocked channels, and a laptop or computer in her it would be possible, but there being nothing in Samantha room what would she do in there, sit down and stare at the dully painted walls. If Samantha said what she was thinking out loud some would say she was being over dramatic but in truth the only thing in her room was the bed, a dresser containing her wardrobe and one full length mirror that hung on the back of her door.

"Well maybe you will finally be getting a vistor to come to your room. Seeing as there is absolutly nothing to do in my room" .

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Devon's eye brows raised slightly,

A visitor?
What does Sam think you have in your room that she doesn't?
Was the pondering question; a straightner, some books maybe.

Devon liked to read, but she kept the books from plain slight, though they weren't hidden. The hell anyone would die if they didn't know what she red.
Unbelievably, though, she was actually occupied, in a sense, enough to hardly read at all.

But it's not like your a bookworm, though she wasn't stupid.

"Yeah, I guess, if you want to..." Devon said, remembering before she spoke again,

"But before anyone goes into another's room they have to ask permission from a staff member. It's stupid, yeah."

How did Devon know that? No, she didn't take freaking time out to read the rules at the front check-in into the ward. As if.

What'd actually happened was she'd overheard a staff member giving two patients shit for not 'asking' to visit in one of their rooms.

It's like they were fricking five years-old, or being treated like it; asking premission from adults to go on a playdate or something.

Stupid. It was a rationalization, if any.

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"Yeah, I guess, if you want to..." Devon seemed unsure and Samantha wasn't sure if it was because Devon never had vistors or what but at least she had gotten the okay so now it wouldn't be like she was just barging into someone's room. "Yeah am sure. Until I can get in contact with my friends, if they even allow phone calls with people on the outside its not like I have anyone one else to hang out with. Besides with this place am not expecting your room to be like a hotel but anything is better than be alone".

"But before anyone goes into another's room they have to ask permission from a staff member. It's stupid, yeah."

Samantha nodded and she wasn't surprised by the rule "Yeah I had a feeling you would need permisson, but seeing as I haven't done anything destructive here ... yet .. am not seeing a reason why they would say no" she shrugged, she wasn't really seeing a issue with getting permission. She turned her attention back to the tv Spongebob was going off and finally something different was coming on.

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Devon's eyes moved away from Samantha, glancing briefly to the swirl or colors of which danced across the electronically generated screen.

What is Sam in here for?
The question faced a proposal and boasting amongst the fore-font of her mind.

What was she in there for, though?
Not that it was any of Devon's business anyways.

Looking back to the opposing occupant of the Rec. Room, she glanced around the room one again;
Trully unsure what to say.

"If you don't mind me asking," her voice came softly and quietly, escaping through her lips to even Devon's surprise,
"What are you at Sky for? You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Hell, she herself probably would have been pissed off to the max if working starttedpoking around in her business.

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If you don't mind me asking," her voice came softly and quietly, escaping through her lips to even Devon's surprise,
"What are you at Sky for? You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Samantha took a moment to think about whether or not she wanted to tell Devon why she here, but really what was there to hid in the end everything always seemed to come to light anyway. "Well why am here is a really long story that combines a lot of different things that has being going on since I was little. But for the short version of that really long story I have a record with all different kinds of things and after me and my mom got into this huge fight that ended with her in the ICU at the hospital the cops arrested me and thanks to my brilliant lawyer instead of serving time in juvenile prison I was sent here. I guess this place can be considered better than prison ...... but not by much." Samantha shrugged "According to the doctors that work in this hellhole am apparently ADHD and Bipolar" she gave a slight chuckle "I don't belong here" she said in a serious tone before sighing heavily and leaning back on the couch. "So if you don't mind me asking, why are you here ?".

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Devon listened as the opposing patient spoke, ending in a conclusional question which was rhetorical to hers.
But, after all, it was only fair for her to answer also.

"I've attempted suicide two times using fishing rope from my dad's boat. And I cut myself approximately... eighty times."
Yeah, eighty. They were the less-noticeable scars though, if the word could be considered. Not all on her arms though; they covered both her legs too.

"Funny; I got stuck here too after a huge fight with my mom. Didn't end her up in a hospital; instead that was due unto me. A psychiatric hospital, as you may have observed."
Her arms went out to gesture around the room like a stereotypical person present some sort of prize, a smile playing her features.

Devon, herself, used to know someone with ADHD; Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder. She was in her class, and had to take a 'vitamin' each morning or she'd have to eat a lot during the day to replenish the constantly burned energy.
Syeira was her name; she hated missing her vitamin. Devon barely knew her else wise, but she was a nice girl.

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Beaux had been transferred to yet another psyhc facility. She hadn't even bothered to learn the name yet and she was already allowed out of her room. The current medication she was on was worthless, though she was certainly smart enough to not say so, her new doctors would have to be smart enough to figure that out for themselves. Something which Beaux doubted was even possible.

She had never owned a pair of shoes, not that she really cared. Beaux knew that the doctors were actually smart enough to be very careful to be absolutely certain that she would have no weapon, and shoes certainly could qualify as a weapon for Beaux, they had learned that the hard way. She was quietly wondering down the hallways, wearing simple white socks, a no-name brand of jeans and a tank top. Her clothes were bought for her and she was only given enough clothes to wear for one day and her "bed" was simply a mattress that was moved in and out of her room every single day, they had learned that lesson the hard way too. Her hair was pulled back in a very loose ponytail, there was no other option since the elastic she was given wasn't worth crap.

Walking along she heard voices coming from the Rec Room, Beaux simply had to investigate. She listened from the door for a while, arriving just in time to hear what these two were here for. She couldn't help but scoff when she heard their reasons for being there. "It seems as if they let any kind of riff raff in this place." she muttered, certainly loud enough for the two of them to hear her, her French accent very clear.

Beaux walked into the Rec Room, glancing at the television as she spoke. SpongeBob Squarepants? Seriously? This place must not have smart enough patients to persuade the doctors to unblock the blocked channels or their doctors are smarter than I thought, Beaux thought to herself. "Spongebob, seriously?" she asked making most of her thoughts known to the people around her.

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Devon instantly turned around, not in a frightened way though. She wasn't frightened.

"Spongebob? Seriously?" The girl had asked. Devon'd seen her around Sky before; she was sure of it. But, you know, usually all that memory stuff was left to the guys who did that for a living.
Not much else to do, anyhow.

"The channels are blocked. I doubt anyone here would be caught dead watching Spongebob outside of Sky."

Outside of Sky.
Even at the dry meaning, Devon smiled slightly.
Yup, a lot of things happened 'outside of Sky' that they were totally cut from. Including every other show except for the ones even stupid four year-olds would understand.
Devon hadn't even heard the theme songs for the popular kids shows much before coming here. Not too many little kids of relatives to be stuck in a car listening to Dora for an hour with. But that was no concern anytime soon.
She had nothing against kids; but as far as she was concerned they can keep their sticky little hands away from her.

Brown eyes glancing back to Sam before looking away for a moment, Devon didn't care to make poeple uncomfortable by staring a them. It actually, most of the time, tended to piss them off. A lot.

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"Well, obviously not a whole lot of people would watch something like that outside of anywhere that still had the channels blocked." Beaux replied in a slightly annoyed tone, that she didn't even realize that she was making.

Beaux had only been at Sky for just over a week, she knew her first appearance to Sky would be average for a psychiatric facility. She was always very disgruntle when she was being transferred, there was only little truth in her feelings about being transferred though, because it meant that she would have to start everyone over again. Beaux, being diagnosed as a psychopath always had very little privileges when she first arrived.

"So what's the problem then? Have you not figured out a way to persuade the nurses to unblock channels or are the nurses too difficult to figure out?" Beaux asked as she walked into the rec room and flopped down on a chair. It was always Beaux's second priority to persuade the nurses to unblock channels, second only to getting the privilege to leave her room. Since it has been proven countless times that therapy for people like Beaux only made them more psychopathic so Beaux had never gone to a single session of therapy, and since it was very likely that Beaux would be in a facility just like this one her entire life there wasn't much need for education, at least that's what they claimed but Beaux knew that it was because there was a very good chance that she would become more dangerous. "Or have you even tried?" Beaux asked with a small laugh, most places she had been to, the patients hadn't even attempted to get the channels unblocked, it was laughable how easy it was for Beaux to accomplish.

"I'm Beaux by the way. Beaux Laroux." she added, more of an afterthought. She fell silent for a moment, debating with herself on weather or not to bring up the Mentis Project, she had discovered that sometimes it was easier not to, it tended to freak people out.

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Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

Are we still roleplaying???

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

Alright, I'll be responding this afternoon with Devon and then I'll make a new character and bring them in... :P

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

Planning to bring another character into the role-play, but anyone is welcome to make a doctor/any part of the nursing staff. :P

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

I am working on my character sheet right this second! I apologize for my lateness! I'm just reminding myself of what I had in mind

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

Eek... Only two characters still! The role-play is STILL ACCEPTING, everyone! :P

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

Yes, I responded. :)


For an update, per say; characters are still being accepted (for sure), and the roleplay is set up, even against the amount of posts, so that the characters Samantha (FanastyLife) and Devon (me) are in one room interacting, allowing the entrances of other patients, or doctors, into the roleplay to be very much possible.

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

Okay well I just posted now so you can reply whenever you like.

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

You think correctly, lol.
I did respond, just did, in fact, incase you were wondering... :P

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

Well I think you will be happy to know that I have posted :)

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

Waiting for more character sheets to go up, and hopefully a reply from FanastyLife sometime soon. :)

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

I am still interested in roleplaying someone on here.. I've done a bit of research and my character is starting to develop but I don't have the time right now to fill out a character sheet.. I'll do so asap.

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

Okay I will go post in the rp

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

Waiting for more character sheets to go up, hopefully!
But meanwhile, if you wish to FanastyLife, you can enter the roleplay also. :P

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

Ok, officially, first post is up. :)
Hopefully more character sheets will go up, for both nursing staff/doctors and patients!
Only two character sheets are currently up, and accepted, including on of them being mine.

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

I accepted your character now; sorry for any delays. I was out for most of the day. :P

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

Well I made my character sheet

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

Of course; spots reserved for the both of you. :)

Re: [OOC] w h y . i . h a t e . y o u

I'd like to reserve a spot as well! I'll have a sheet filled out after work tomorrow.

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