A/N:This is my first story, comments would be great :)

Expectations

"I'm not insane."

"Of course you are, why else would you be talking to yourself?"

"But I'm not talking to myself. I'm talking to you."

"And who am I?"

That was a good question.

Was she he, or was he she?

And then the memories stroke him.

The bus, the crush. The pain in his friend's eyes when he said her name.

"Amber."

"We thought that the hallucinations will get better in rehab, but it's only getting worse. But, did you ever think about what will happen when we get out of here? Except for no vicodin and pain in the leg, you won't have me to talk to. Doesn't that make you sad?"

"No, that makes us happy," said the third, "you talk too much. I didn't even know we love to talk so much."

"You will be gone too," she said with a sore face.

"Quiet!" he said. The first he. The real one.

He got up from the bed and limped to the locked door.

"Let me out!" he shouted and punched his fists on the door.

No answer.

"What did you expect?"

The other two laughed.

What did he expect?