I've been wanting to write a KidxChrona fic for awhile, I'm happy about how this one is turning out!Sorry about the spacing, I always have trouble with it. hopefully the next chapter will be longer. Personally, I remain neutral on the issue of Chrona's gender, which is why you won't see anything gender specifying pronouns for Chrona in this. Although writing them, they, and theirs instead of she, he, hers, or his reminded me waaaaaaay too much of Anthem.
When dad told me his school would be good for me I don't know what his reasoning was, everyone here is somehow a bit off. The weird thing is no one does anything to set them right. No one tells the narcissist in my class he should think about how other people might be intimidated (or more likely annoyed) by what he does. No one even notice the screaming and crying the person across the hall does almost every night. No one tells the hyper girl she should try to learn even if she isn't interested.
I think I'm the only person here who doesn't need help. Sure, I'm a bit… precise with my work, but that's not a bad thing. Classes here go on just like normal ones would, the only thing different is the students. According to father, about half of the students live here due to unstable mental conditions. The other half (including myself) is only here while school is on. Totstellen Academy is truly one of a kind; it's both a school and an asylum.
"Hey Patti?" I asked the hyper active girl in my class on the second day here.
"Huh?" the blonde paused from her coloring.
"Do you know if there's anyone here who breaks down screaming and crying every single night?" Of course, anyone else would have found this question weird, thus my reasoning on asking the girl on a constant sugar high.
"Oh I've heard there's a kid like that~" Patti told me in a singsong voice. "They almost never show up to class because of extreme anxiety~ practically none lives in the left wing of the second floor because of their screaming at night~"
So that was it. Extreme anxiety. I rushed to my room so I could call dad to figure this out. I hoped Dad wouldn't turn me down for "social security reasons"; every time he tells me that it's obvious just because he feels like keeping me in the dark.
"Hiya kiddo!" Dad greeted me in his usual obnoxious voice, he always knows when I'm calling even though he doesn't have caller ID.
"Hey Dad, I was wondering if you could tell my about the kid across the hall who screams and crying every night?" I tried to sound merely curious.
"Ah, are Chrona's fits bothering you? I can't move you out of that wing, all the others are full. But I guess if you wanter a room further away…"
"NO!" I shouted, "I must have room eight! Otherwise my door wouldn't be symmetrical!"
"...Should have known…"
"Anyway, that isn't the point. I want to know what Chrona's deal is." I decide to cut to the point.
"Chrona was abandoned by their mother two years ago, they are a full-time resident of the academy. We've tried to help them during the breaks from school but nothing worked, so eventually the staff gave up."
"I see. Thanks, Dad that's all." I hung up without bothering to let my father say bye. Honestly I felt a bit disgusted that the staff had given up on Chrona, this place is supposed to support people like them. I didn't know what I could do, but I was certain I wasn't going to let them scream in peace. If the staff refused to help them, I was definitely going to figure out how to calm Chrona. I can't let my father's school become a place where kids are forsaken.
Chrona's POV
I think someone else lives in this wing again, I sometimes hear him having fits about his painting tilting two millimeters or about being asymmetrical garbage that doesn't deserve to live. Once, I peeked out the peep hole in my door and saw him, but I didn't know how to deal with him so I looked away after a few seconds.
He probably already hates me. Everyone who used to live in this wing hated me, that's why they moved out as quickly as they could. I doubt this boy will last a week.
There's a small window in my room, it lets in a bit of light during the day, and that's one thing I can deal with. But at night, when it's dark I wonder: If I vanished into thin air right then, would anyone know? I get really scared at night.
I used to go out of this room during the day sometimes. I would even go to class if I was feeling really brave. I didn't know how to deal with class, though. There were so many people talking and laughing, but the teacher didn't teach how to talk and laugh like they do, so I couldn't learn. I really, really wanted to though.
It's cold here, I think the heat's broken. I don't mind though, it's really just another little thing that doesn't matter; it's just like me. That's what mother always said. She always kept me ina room without windows, a bare room with metal walls. I used to have nightmares about being back in that room, dreading mother's voice; that's why I don't sleep anymore. But being awake is scary too, and I only do it because I can't deal with nightmares.
That's chapter one! I most sincerely hope you liked! If you want to read more of this review! that's how I get my motivation!