Disclaimer - I do not own the Troopers but I do own this story and the original characters.
A.N - I know I should be working on Faraway Star but I couldn't help the need to write something as soon as the idea occurred. Now, this story is Touma's POV and does have some of my original characters and I'm sorry for that. I mean, even though I despise OCs, this story needed them in order to really make sense.
This is based on a book I saw in a bookstore. I read the summary as I passed by and then sudden images of Touma popped into my head, so I decided to write this. I only had to do a little 'research' and even that wasn't much. It'll seem like I'm rushing into this but all you have to do is continue reading and sooner or later it will all become clear to you. But, if you are completely confused or have any questions, you can email me at tsukiyo_hoshi@hotmail.com, or contact me on Yahoo IM at roninobsessor.
Sorry if any of you actually know what goes on in treatment centers (the nice way of saying mental hospital) but I don't, so I can't promise you that this will be the best. I've read some from small things, so I could get an idea of what goes on but all of this in the story is what happens in my thoughts, so just deal with and enjoy it already! I can't help if I don't know that much about it...
Warnings - Some Touma angst, but that's normal in my stories, ne? There is talk about self-infliction and some things might be quite descriptive, so please take that as a major warning if you are squeamish. Yes there is yaoi for those of you who enjoy it, but for those of you who don't, I suggest you quit reading now. The couplings are at first : small Touma x Knik (oc), Seiji x Ryo, and later, some Touma x Seiji.
Enjoy!
Misery Without the Blade
Tsukiyo Hoshi
Chapter One
You want me to speak. You want me to tell you everything. I can see it on your face even though you always say it's up to me; it's my decision to talk or not. I don't. All I do is sit in this leather chair as you fold your hands in your lap, letting out a frustrated sigh. I'm waiting for the day when you'll give up on me and it still amazes me that you've dealt with me even this long. Why haven't you left? Everyone else did...
I walked back to my room. Once again the time spent with Mr. Taori was a wasted attempt, more for him than me, though. It was the usual : "How? When? Why?" I know how, I know when, and I know why, but I'd never tell him, or anyone for that matter. Silent. I stayed silent, no matter what. Barely showing any emotion throughout the day, running away when laughter would bubble to the surface, uncontrollably.
Peace¹ was white and only white, except the dabbled amount of mint green on the walls. Being denied of color was almost enough to drive you to the brink of insanity within a month, but I survived, living in my own little world and going with the flow. Luckily, there are doors the bedrooms, unlike some places, and most people agree that they'd hate it more if we were denied doors.
The doorknob to my room was old and threatening to fall off but that was the least of anyone's concern or worries. Turning it, I walked into the dark room, the only light coming from the slightly opened window. I walked over to it, careful not to wake the man sleeping in the other bed, but he didn't wake easily and I was thankful for that.
When Knik was awake though, he was always teasing and making fun. He'd pretend to be someone he wasn't and I was the only one that has ever seen his true and caring self. The first week I came to Peace I had cried every night and Knik had comforted me. I hated myself even more after that. I'd proven that I was weak.
My memories were interrupted when the figure stirred, sighed, and rolled over, facing me and smiling. His dark locks fell over his face and he scrunched up his nose as they tickled it. Letting myself smile, I walked over and brushed them away.
He smiled, "Thanks Tou. Well, today? Anything interesting about it?"
I shake my head and tug at a loose thread from Knik's bed sheet.
"Nothing? Damn." He looks up, smiling his normal smile.
Tapping his arm, I get his attention and shoot my eyes towards the door.
He picks up the alarm clock from his side table, "Noon. Today's Tuesday. Ah, visiting day," His brilliant green eyes look over at me, "Going to hang out here, are you?"
I shrug and this, to him, means "No, I'd like to hang out with you."
All he can do is smile and leap off the bed as he tugs on my arm, leading me from the room, "Since it's noon, my brother will most likely come and bring food with him!"
We enter the main room which is large and, yes, white. I spot Knik's family before he does and so I tug on his sleeve. He nods and heads towards them, expecting me to follow. I do, but slowly. His brother, Brandon, — one year older but with the looks of being Knik's twin — noticed me and waved.
I sat down next to him, feeling calm, just as I do around Knik. His whole family is nice, especially to me since I'm one of Knik's few friends. They always told me that he was lucky to have ever met me, even if our meeting was under less favorable circumstances.
"Touma, you're getting thinner." Mrs. Riley placed her hand on mine.
I look over at her, smiling weakly but reassuringly, and shake my head.
She sighs and looks at Brandon, "Honey, why don't you give him his gift?"
My head shoots up in surprise as I hear her words, quickly turning my gaze to the older boy.
Brandon brushes his brown hair out of his eyes and smiles at me, "Right, your birthday wasn't too long ago. Knik wrote us and let us in on that little fact, saying that you didn't want any gifts, but," He looks at Knik and then back at me, pulling something from his coat pocket, "What would a birthday be without some sort of gift from the ones that care about you?"
After taking the small box from his hands I turn it around in mine, feeling the edges of the poorly wrapped gift. When I had taken time to look it over I decided I should just open it. It was a rare occasion when I'd get some sort of present. I rarely even got them from my real, so-called 'friends.'
"Open it," Knik nudged my arm.
I nodded and pulled on the small ribbon that surrounded the box. The ribbon came off, pulling the paper along with it, and revealed the cardboard box that was only about the size of my palm. My fingers started after the edges of the cardboard in order to open it and before I knew it I was sitting there, staring at a ring.
"Do you like it?" Brandon ducked his head a little in order to see my face, "I know it's kinda feminine but it has sapphire, two in the shape of stars, and the middle is a round diamond. Knik told us how you love astronomy and when mom saw this in the mall she couldn't help herself."
I felt my face grow warmer with every passing second I stared at the ring. I could swear that tears might have even been forming in my eyes. All I wanted to do was say a little thanks but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out. Maybe I had forgotten how to speak? Maybe I just wasn't used to it, but what ever was wrong, it bothered me so much that I dropped the ring and the box.
"Touma?" Mrs. Riley came around the table and took my hands in hers, "Is something wrong Dear? Is it too much? O-or we could take it back if you —"
"Mom, shh," Knik turned my head towards him, "It's quite a surprise huh? Well, I just wanted you to know that you're not alone Tou, even if your friends act as if they disown you; we don't." His hand replaced his mother's, "Understand?"
Smiling, I mouthed an "Okay" and stood up as I heard the three bells chime, telling everyone that lunch was over and that they should get to their designated areas.
"Well, that was a short visit, wasn't it." Brandon said more to himself than anyone.
"Knik," Mrs. Riley turned to her son, "Please take care of Touma. Even though the doctors say he's getting better, I just can't help but feel that he's falling further and further away from us all. He's almost like family now and I don't even want to think about him having to stay here longer than he already does." She sighed, "Goodbye, we'll be back next week for sure."
He nodded and I smiled as we watched them turn, then he looked at me and spoke, "We don't have classes today do we?"
I shook my head no and watched as he picked up my gift and handed it to me.
"We might as well just go back to the room then."
This is what usually happened. If it wasn't visiting day though, lunch was extremely boring. I didn't really eat any of the food they gave us since everything was soft. That was the bad thing about this place, well, one of the many bad things. The food was always soft so we could eat it with spoons. We weren't trusted with forks and knives of any sort. But, I guess that's a good thing. If they allowed them, I would have been gone a long time ago...
"Touma?"
Looking up, I notice that Knik is looking at me with his worried expression. That expression that was only given to me. I smile weakly and follow after him as we head back towards our room.
Soon enough, when about halfway back, we were stopped in the hallway by one of the 3rd years, Daisuke Adao. Daisuke was your average bully who was always wanting attention and when he didn't get attention he'd do practically anything he could think of. That, usually, was pills. The rumors say that he's just an addict and he's in here every time someone catches him popping pills. But, if you look past the rude exterior and look inside, you can tell he suffers and only wants to be noticed. He's been in here for three years, before that he had been in here off and on, but now he's allowed to escort 1st years, like me and Knik, around the buildings.
"Well, what's up you two? Didn't see ya during lunch today. What, did you have visitors or something?" The young man, only a little taller than I was, pulled back his red-streaked blonde hair and smiled at us, "No, not for Touma at least. Did your mommy come to see you .. Nicky?"
Knik smirked, "It's Knik, and yes, my mom and brother came to visit today, what's it to you?"
"Huh, oh, I don't care. I'm just trying to start a conversation with two of my best friends," He pauses and looks at me with that wide smile still on his face, "Well, if blue-boy here would ever talk."
I didn't even move but Knik continued, "Leave him alone Dai, maybe he doesn't want to talk. I mean, to you? Ha, who the hell wants to talk to you?"
I smile inwardly at Knik's remark and watch as Daisuke's mouth frowns in anger and then he stepped closer to Knik, "You are going to get your ass kicked one day, Riley," He stepped back some as he noticed one of the nurses heading our way, "One day."
We watched as he walked away before continuing back to our room. When we made it back it was only 1:15 and there weren't even any good shows on television right now. If anything, all we could do was nap until dinner. But, Knik could and would always come up with something. Right now, he smiled and turned back towards me before sitting on the bed and pulling a box out from under it.
I sit next to him and nudge his arm with my elbow.
He looks up at me, "Nothing much, but," he pulls the lid off, "Just a few things ya know, just in case you're bored. Don't ask questions, just take one."
The box had three knives in it, one larger that looked dull, another that was very thin that also looked dull, and the last was your average cutting knife, the kind that you'd want. It with it's sharp, razor edge, that when touched to the skin and pulled back just faintly, a small trickle of crimson would leak from the new incision, pooling at your feet thickly...
"Tou? Yes or no?"
Truly, yes or no. Do I want to or not? Of course I do; I always do. Sometimes I would run to the bathroom just to find the edge of the paper towel dispenser as a nice blade, so of course I wanted to cut, but why can't I pick up the knife? Is it because Knik is in here? No, he's seen me cut before, as I have him. Hell, we've cut each other in boredom before.
He hands me the last knife, twirling it with his fingers.
I look at him with my most curious look and take the knife.
"That look.. Damn, I told you not to ask questions." He sighed and then brought his legs up on the bed to sit Indian-style, "I could see it in your eyes when you saw that ring. It's all my fault, so if you don't want to cut yourself you can cut me."
I glare at him and he smiles nervously.
"I'm .. Okay, fine, never mind."
This time I sigh and stand up, walking towards my bed and sitting down I place the knife under my pillow. I know that I'll use it later, there's no doubt to that. The urge will catch up with me and I won't be able to just itch my arms and pull at my sleeves.
I turn back towards Knik and he's sitting there with another knife, the second one, in his hands. Standing, I go back to his bed and sit, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"You looked hurt today and I want to punish myself; what do you want? I want to die, Touma. Isn't that what you want as well?" His hands fall to his lap.
I shake my head and place my hand on his shaking ones.
"I thought that's why you cut. Will you tell me why? I mean, really tell me?" Tears threatened to spill from his eyes and a guilty feeling swept over me, " Open your mouth and speak to me? ..I've never heard you talk before."
Shaking my head I lower it so he can't see my face. I want to speak but I want to save my words until they are truly needed.
He sighs and I watch as he puts the knife back in the box, "They'll find it sooner or later, but I'll hide it after dinner." He paused and sighed again, "Tonight? Tonight are you going to cut?"
I nod slowly, it's my way of saying "Maybe."
Smiling, he sprawls out on the bed and grins at me, "Make sure I'm awake."
Nodding again, I take this chance to lie down next to him and rest my head on his chest. I know he doesn't mind. Sometimes I'd wake up at night and he's in my bed, just holding on to me like this.
Knik is in here just like I am. The same way I mean. Knik is in here listed under BPD, Depression, and Self-Injuring Behaviors while I am listed under Depression, Eating Disorders, and Self-Injuring Behaviors. They put us as roommates because of the self-inflicting, thinking that the company would do us good. But, little did they know that we would have more in common than thought and we soon were helping each other in our journey to death. They haven't noticed yet, or at least not that we know of.
I look up at him after thinking back on the past. His eyes are closed and his breathing is steady. I decide that I'll sleep as well. There's no reason to wake him up ... yet.
...TBC...
A.N. - Ugh, I wrote that in one sitting and it amazes me.
Yeah, yeah, the name Knik. You're all probably going "WTF?!!" right? Well, it's just a different spelling of the normal name, Nick, Nik, ect. Anyways...
¹ Peace - The name of the treatment facility. The facility is one only for young men, ages 12-21. The boys like to call the place Pieces instead of Peace.
I know this might have been a bit boring, but his is sorta just one of those "Let you know what's going on" kind of chapters, understand?
I'll have the next chapter of Faraway Star out very soon and I promise you this. But, if you likes this story and think I'm doing good so far, and, that this could possibly be a good on-going story, please review! I'd appreciate any and all reviews I get! Oh, and please, nothing about the me not knowing about the facility...
A.N - I know I should be working on Faraway Star but I couldn't help the need to write something as soon as the idea occurred. Now, this story is Touma's POV and does have some of my original characters and I'm sorry for that. I mean, even though I despise OCs, this story needed them in order to really make sense.
This is based on a book I saw in a bookstore. I read the summary as I passed by and then sudden images of Touma popped into my head, so I decided to write this. I only had to do a little 'research' and even that wasn't much. It'll seem like I'm rushing into this but all you have to do is continue reading and sooner or later it will all become clear to you. But, if you are completely confused or have any questions, you can email me at tsukiyo_hoshi@hotmail.com, or contact me on Yahoo IM at roninobsessor.
Sorry if any of you actually know what goes on in treatment centers (the nice way of saying mental hospital) but I don't, so I can't promise you that this will be the best. I've read some from small things, so I could get an idea of what goes on but all of this in the story is what happens in my thoughts, so just deal with and enjoy it already! I can't help if I don't know that much about it...
Warnings - Some Touma angst, but that's normal in my stories, ne? There is talk about self-infliction and some things might be quite descriptive, so please take that as a major warning if you are squeamish. Yes there is yaoi for those of you who enjoy it, but for those of you who don't, I suggest you quit reading now. The couplings are at first : small Touma x Knik (oc), Seiji x Ryo, and later, some Touma x Seiji.
Enjoy!
Tsukiyo Hoshi
Chapter One
You want me to speak. You want me to tell you everything. I can see it on your face even though you always say it's up to me; it's my decision to talk or not. I don't. All I do is sit in this leather chair as you fold your hands in your lap, letting out a frustrated sigh. I'm waiting for the day when you'll give up on me and it still amazes me that you've dealt with me even this long. Why haven't you left? Everyone else did...
I walked back to my room. Once again the time spent with Mr. Taori was a wasted attempt, more for him than me, though. It was the usual : "How? When? Why?" I know how, I know when, and I know why, but I'd never tell him, or anyone for that matter. Silent. I stayed silent, no matter what. Barely showing any emotion throughout the day, running away when laughter would bubble to the surface, uncontrollably.
Peace¹ was white and only white, except the dabbled amount of mint green on the walls. Being denied of color was almost enough to drive you to the brink of insanity within a month, but I survived, living in my own little world and going with the flow. Luckily, there are doors the bedrooms, unlike some places, and most people agree that they'd hate it more if we were denied doors.
The doorknob to my room was old and threatening to fall off but that was the least of anyone's concern or worries. Turning it, I walked into the dark room, the only light coming from the slightly opened window. I walked over to it, careful not to wake the man sleeping in the other bed, but he didn't wake easily and I was thankful for that.
When Knik was awake though, he was always teasing and making fun. He'd pretend to be someone he wasn't and I was the only one that has ever seen his true and caring self. The first week I came to Peace I had cried every night and Knik had comforted me. I hated myself even more after that. I'd proven that I was weak.
My memories were interrupted when the figure stirred, sighed, and rolled over, facing me and smiling. His dark locks fell over his face and he scrunched up his nose as they tickled it. Letting myself smile, I walked over and brushed them away.
He smiled, "Thanks Tou. Well, today? Anything interesting about it?"
I shake my head and tug at a loose thread from Knik's bed sheet.
"Nothing? Damn." He looks up, smiling his normal smile.
Tapping his arm, I get his attention and shoot my eyes towards the door.
He picks up the alarm clock from his side table, "Noon. Today's Tuesday. Ah, visiting day," His brilliant green eyes look over at me, "Going to hang out here, are you?"
I shrug and this, to him, means "No, I'd like to hang out with you."
All he can do is smile and leap off the bed as he tugs on my arm, leading me from the room, "Since it's noon, my brother will most likely come and bring food with him!"
We enter the main room which is large and, yes, white. I spot Knik's family before he does and so I tug on his sleeve. He nods and heads towards them, expecting me to follow. I do, but slowly. His brother, Brandon, — one year older but with the looks of being Knik's twin — noticed me and waved.
I sat down next to him, feeling calm, just as I do around Knik. His whole family is nice, especially to me since I'm one of Knik's few friends. They always told me that he was lucky to have ever met me, even if our meeting was under less favorable circumstances.
"Touma, you're getting thinner." Mrs. Riley placed her hand on mine.
I look over at her, smiling weakly but reassuringly, and shake my head.
She sighs and looks at Brandon, "Honey, why don't you give him his gift?"
My head shoots up in surprise as I hear her words, quickly turning my gaze to the older boy.
Brandon brushes his brown hair out of his eyes and smiles at me, "Right, your birthday wasn't too long ago. Knik wrote us and let us in on that little fact, saying that you didn't want any gifts, but," He looks at Knik and then back at me, pulling something from his coat pocket, "What would a birthday be without some sort of gift from the ones that care about you?"
After taking the small box from his hands I turn it around in mine, feeling the edges of the poorly wrapped gift. When I had taken time to look it over I decided I should just open it. It was a rare occasion when I'd get some sort of present. I rarely even got them from my real, so-called 'friends.'
"Open it," Knik nudged my arm.
I nodded and pulled on the small ribbon that surrounded the box. The ribbon came off, pulling the paper along with it, and revealed the cardboard box that was only about the size of my palm. My fingers started after the edges of the cardboard in order to open it and before I knew it I was sitting there, staring at a ring.
"Do you like it?" Brandon ducked his head a little in order to see my face, "I know it's kinda feminine but it has sapphire, two in the shape of stars, and the middle is a round diamond. Knik told us how you love astronomy and when mom saw this in the mall she couldn't help herself."
I felt my face grow warmer with every passing second I stared at the ring. I could swear that tears might have even been forming in my eyes. All I wanted to do was say a little thanks but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out. Maybe I had forgotten how to speak? Maybe I just wasn't used to it, but what ever was wrong, it bothered me so much that I dropped the ring and the box.
"Touma?" Mrs. Riley came around the table and took my hands in hers, "Is something wrong Dear? Is it too much? O-or we could take it back if you —"
"Mom, shh," Knik turned my head towards him, "It's quite a surprise huh? Well, I just wanted you to know that you're not alone Tou, even if your friends act as if they disown you; we don't." His hand replaced his mother's, "Understand?"
Smiling, I mouthed an "Okay" and stood up as I heard the three bells chime, telling everyone that lunch was over and that they should get to their designated areas.
"Well, that was a short visit, wasn't it." Brandon said more to himself than anyone.
"Knik," Mrs. Riley turned to her son, "Please take care of Touma. Even though the doctors say he's getting better, I just can't help but feel that he's falling further and further away from us all. He's almost like family now and I don't even want to think about him having to stay here longer than he already does." She sighed, "Goodbye, we'll be back next week for sure."
He nodded and I smiled as we watched them turn, then he looked at me and spoke, "We don't have classes today do we?"
I shook my head no and watched as he picked up my gift and handed it to me.
"We might as well just go back to the room then."
This is what usually happened. If it wasn't visiting day though, lunch was extremely boring. I didn't really eat any of the food they gave us since everything was soft. That was the bad thing about this place, well, one of the many bad things. The food was always soft so we could eat it with spoons. We weren't trusted with forks and knives of any sort. But, I guess that's a good thing. If they allowed them, I would have been gone a long time ago...
"Touma?"
Looking up, I notice that Knik is looking at me with his worried expression. That expression that was only given to me. I smile weakly and follow after him as we head back towards our room.
Soon enough, when about halfway back, we were stopped in the hallway by one of the 3rd years, Daisuke Adao. Daisuke was your average bully who was always wanting attention and when he didn't get attention he'd do practically anything he could think of. That, usually, was pills. The rumors say that he's just an addict and he's in here every time someone catches him popping pills. But, if you look past the rude exterior and look inside, you can tell he suffers and only wants to be noticed. He's been in here for three years, before that he had been in here off and on, but now he's allowed to escort 1st years, like me and Knik, around the buildings.
"Well, what's up you two? Didn't see ya during lunch today. What, did you have visitors or something?" The young man, only a little taller than I was, pulled back his red-streaked blonde hair and smiled at us, "No, not for Touma at least. Did your mommy come to see you .. Nicky?"
Knik smirked, "It's Knik, and yes, my mom and brother came to visit today, what's it to you?"
"Huh, oh, I don't care. I'm just trying to start a conversation with two of my best friends," He pauses and looks at me with that wide smile still on his face, "Well, if blue-boy here would ever talk."
I didn't even move but Knik continued, "Leave him alone Dai, maybe he doesn't want to talk. I mean, to you? Ha, who the hell wants to talk to you?"
I smile inwardly at Knik's remark and watch as Daisuke's mouth frowns in anger and then he stepped closer to Knik, "You are going to get your ass kicked one day, Riley," He stepped back some as he noticed one of the nurses heading our way, "One day."
We watched as he walked away before continuing back to our room. When we made it back it was only 1:15 and there weren't even any good shows on television right now. If anything, all we could do was nap until dinner. But, Knik could and would always come up with something. Right now, he smiled and turned back towards me before sitting on the bed and pulling a box out from under it.
I sit next to him and nudge his arm with my elbow.
He looks up at me, "Nothing much, but," he pulls the lid off, "Just a few things ya know, just in case you're bored. Don't ask questions, just take one."
The box had three knives in it, one larger that looked dull, another that was very thin that also looked dull, and the last was your average cutting knife, the kind that you'd want. It with it's sharp, razor edge, that when touched to the skin and pulled back just faintly, a small trickle of crimson would leak from the new incision, pooling at your feet thickly...
"Tou? Yes or no?"
Truly, yes or no. Do I want to or not? Of course I do; I always do. Sometimes I would run to the bathroom just to find the edge of the paper towel dispenser as a nice blade, so of course I wanted to cut, but why can't I pick up the knife? Is it because Knik is in here? No, he's seen me cut before, as I have him. Hell, we've cut each other in boredom before.
He hands me the last knife, twirling it with his fingers.
I look at him with my most curious look and take the knife.
"That look.. Damn, I told you not to ask questions." He sighed and then brought his legs up on the bed to sit Indian-style, "I could see it in your eyes when you saw that ring. It's all my fault, so if you don't want to cut yourself you can cut me."
I glare at him and he smiles nervously.
"I'm .. Okay, fine, never mind."
This time I sigh and stand up, walking towards my bed and sitting down I place the knife under my pillow. I know that I'll use it later, there's no doubt to that. The urge will catch up with me and I won't be able to just itch my arms and pull at my sleeves.
I turn back towards Knik and he's sitting there with another knife, the second one, in his hands. Standing, I go back to his bed and sit, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"You looked hurt today and I want to punish myself; what do you want? I want to die, Touma. Isn't that what you want as well?" His hands fall to his lap.
I shake my head and place my hand on his shaking ones.
"I thought that's why you cut. Will you tell me why? I mean, really tell me?" Tears threatened to spill from his eyes and a guilty feeling swept over me, " Open your mouth and speak to me? ..I've never heard you talk before."
Shaking my head I lower it so he can't see my face. I want to speak but I want to save my words until they are truly needed.
He sighs and I watch as he puts the knife back in the box, "They'll find it sooner or later, but I'll hide it after dinner." He paused and sighed again, "Tonight? Tonight are you going to cut?"
I nod slowly, it's my way of saying "Maybe."
Smiling, he sprawls out on the bed and grins at me, "Make sure I'm awake."
Nodding again, I take this chance to lie down next to him and rest my head on his chest. I know he doesn't mind. Sometimes I'd wake up at night and he's in my bed, just holding on to me like this.
Knik is in here just like I am. The same way I mean. Knik is in here listed under BPD, Depression, and Self-Injuring Behaviors while I am listed under Depression, Eating Disorders, and Self-Injuring Behaviors. They put us as roommates because of the self-inflicting, thinking that the company would do us good. But, little did they know that we would have more in common than thought and we soon were helping each other in our journey to death. They haven't noticed yet, or at least not that we know of.
I look up at him after thinking back on the past. His eyes are closed and his breathing is steady. I decide that I'll sleep as well. There's no reason to wake him up ... yet.
A.N. - Ugh, I wrote that in one sitting and it amazes me.
Yeah, yeah, the name Knik. You're all probably going "WTF?!!" right? Well, it's just a different spelling of the normal name, Nick, Nik, ect. Anyways...
¹ Peace - The name of the treatment facility. The facility is one only for young men, ages 12-21. The boys like to call the place Pieces instead of Peace.
I know this might have been a bit boring, but his is sorta just one of those "Let you know what's going on" kind of chapters, understand?
I'll have the next chapter of Faraway Star out very soon and I promise you this. But, if you likes this story and think I'm doing good so far, and, that this could possibly be a good on-going story, please review! I'd appreciate any and all reviews I get! Oh, and please, nothing about the me not knowing about the facility...