Chapter 1
Dave just stared at the floor, he heard the doctors outside the door talking to his brother. "Mr. Strider we think Dave is experiencing minor depressed implications..." Dave bit his lip as he heard this. Damn it! He thought, it was just a scratch. Sure he was not feeling good, and yes he quit eating. But suicide?! That's just not cool. He would never leave his bro like that. Not after what he's done to raise Dave. The fifteen year old lifted his head to look in the mirror, dark circular sunglasses, crisp platinum blonde hair, pale skin and a crimson red shirt stared back at him. They would never know how he felt, one doesn't simply understand why they hate themselves. Disgusted, he looks back down at his hands. They were so bony... His arm was bandaged from a gash. The doctor suspected with his know-it-all face that Dave had down this on purpose. Fuck him. He was just trying to hang up his katana when it unsheathed and nicked him. The door opened up to reveal the doctor and his bro. "Well, Mr. Strider." The doctor said, his glasses and silver hair reflected in Dave's shades. "Your brother and I have decided to do what's best for your... temperamental state." Smiles, Dave was glaring behind his glasses. "What exactly are you trying to say, doc?" Dirk, his brother sighed. "Dave, I just want what's best for you... I think you should go to a psychiatric hospital." There was a long pause in the room. Dave felt like he had been hit with a sack of bricks while simultaneously getting hit with a full swing by a baseball bat to the groin. "No." Dave answered finally. "Oh, Mr. Strider you do-" "I said I'm not going." Dave interrupted the doctor, now standing. "Dave!" His brother scolded and Dave sat down defeated. "It was just an accident! I'm fine!" He argued but the long sigh from his brother told him that there was no changing his mind. "When do I leave?" He asked, biting his lip to keep from his voice showing any emotion. "Right now, your guardian has decided to ride along with you." The doctor stated like it was perfectly happy news. "When do I get to get out?" "When we think you are emotionally stable to." A long pause fell over the room before Dave was being escorted out into a vehicle. He sat across from his brother, not next to him. He couldn't believe all the hurt and betrayal he was feeling. He loved Dirk as much, maybe even more than his parents when they were alive, and now he was putting him in the loony bin. He wanted to scream at him but the whole ride was tense and quiet, his brother just looking out at the window. Why didn't he say anything? It just pissed Dave off even more.
As they neared the mental hospital he could see the name, Evangelica Woods. Dave scoffed. Evangelical meant 'good news' and a good news asylum was the most ironic thing he'd ever heard of. He'd be laughing if it weren't the fact he was pissed off and was going to live here for god knows how long. When the car jolted to a stop, his doctor opened the door for them and Dave reluctantly got out, this was no place for a fifteen year old. "Trust me, Mr. Strider, your little brother will be quite accommodated with the young adult section of the hospital." He smiled as they entered the large stone building. It was like a giant church, some nurses in crisp white uniforms walked around in the lobby. As old and ancient the building looked on the outside, the inside was modernized. Wooden floors, a receptionist desk, large ceiling and lights everywhere. It would be beautiful if it were a hotel. "Now, let's get you signed in." As soon as they established Dave was now a patient, they brought him to the stairs. "There are elevators but we reserve those for patients who truly need them so please try not to use them so often." The walked up the long and wide wooden stairs, after walking down several halls and about three flights of stairs they made it to the last floor, his room was the very last down on the left. Number 446 and perfectly secluded. He walked in quietly, the room had light blue bed sheets, a dresser, a lamp a small closet and a bathroom. "I thought we used public ones?" Dave said unamused referring to the bathroom. "Times have changed and this is a better mental institution than most." The doctor said with that stupid smile of his. Oh how Dave would like to punch that smile right off of him but his thoughts were interrupted when Dirk's voice entered them. "I'll bring you clothes and visit as often as possible." He promised and gave Dave a one armed hug. "Yeah, kay."Dave simply stated and watched as the doctor and his brother disappeared into the halls, Dave closed the door and sat down on the bed, head in his hands. Fuck everything... He shouldn't be here. This was some stupid misunderstanding. His stomach growled and he flopped on his side ignoring it. He didn't need to eat anyway. Fuck, cut those thoughts out! If he wouldn't have those thoughts than he wouldn't be here in the first place! He stared at the wall trying to drain anything from the piercing pain in his empty gut and evil thoughts that possessed his mind. Eyes squeezed tight behind his sunglasses and letting out an uneven breath. How could he go from surviving to mental patient within a mere twenty-four hour period? Sometimes even his own idiotic actions amazed him. His stomach growled loudly and he willed it to stop, trying to drown out his thoughts again, he got up from the bed, fixed his hair and left his room to adventure out in the young adult lounge room.