Suicide Pact

Title: Suicide Pact

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Suicide, Angst, Some Violence, unpleasant issues

Characters: Justin, Brian, other unknown and known characters

Genre: AU

Summary: Justin gets sent to Southwestern Mental Health Center for trying to kill himself. He thinks it's the worse thing that has ever happened to him until he meets his roommate Brian Kinney.

"JUSTIN!!! JUSTIN!!! CRAIG CALL 911! I CAN'T FIND A PULSE!!! JUSTIN, HONEY"

Jennifer held her son in her arms crying and praying that her son wasn't dead.

Craig came back into the room.

"Their on their way."

Justin was rushed into the emergency room.

"What did he swallow?" asked the nurse while they rushed him in on the stretcher.

"A whole bottle of Alleve with a half of bottle of vodka."

"You're going to have to stay in the waiting room while we pump his stomach."

Justin looked out the window of his mom's car while listening to his Ipod. After his little accident his parents wanted to take him to this new special therapist in the city.

"Okay honey were here."

Justin looked at the building. It looked like another gray office building. The 8th therapist. He kept count.

They walked into the office and to the front desk. The walls were that bright white that could use some art on it. Plain and boring.

"Dr Martin will be right with you. You may have a seat in here."

Justin and his parents walked into a small room and sat in the chairs.

'This is so fucking stupid.' He thought to himself.

After about 30 minutes of sitting and waiting for someone to see them a woman walked in.

"Hello Justin I'm Dr. Martin and I will be speaking to you tonight."

She sat down and marked a few things on her clipboard.

"Do you know why you're here?"

"Cuz I tried to kill myself."

"Why did you try and kill yourself Justin."

"I don't know. A lot of reasons I guess."

"Can you give me some?"

"No."

"And why's that? If you tell me we can try to understand and fix some of your problems."

"No you can't."

"Well we can just give it a try."

"This is horseshit and a waste of time. You're my 8th god damn therapist and you're not going to be able to understand my problems so just fuck off."

"I see."

She wrote on her clipboard.

"Justin are you depressed?"

"Like you care."

"Justin answer the question." His dad said.

"Yea Doctor I'm depressed."

"Can you tell me why?"

"No."

"Okay then. Well if you don't mind I would like to speak to your parents for a few minutes."

"Whatever."

Justin's parents and Dr. Martin left the room.

Justin sat there bored out of his mind. He was angry. Angry at his parents for making him come here, angry at the Dr. for trying to give a shit about his problems, angry at the world for turning its back on him.

Since kindergarten Justin had been picked on and bullied for being different. He was quiet and didn't like talking to other people. As he entered middle school he found an out lit to his life. Art was his closet friend. It was something he could drown himself in something he could create from his own mind. It gave him comfort. As years progressed he continued to get bullied. He was called names and physically beaten. The one person who liked to give him the most shit was Chris Hobbs.

When Justin got to high school he had no friends. He started to dress in all black and started to wear eyeliner and paint his nails black. One day while he was sitting alone at lunch when this girl with brown curly hair came up to him.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"I'm Daphane."

"Justin"

"Whatcha drawing there?"

"Nothing special."

"Can I see?"

"Yea"

He handed her his sketchbook.

"This is amazing. You're really good."

"Thanks. Why are you talking to me?"

"It looked like you could use someone to talk to."

From then on there was another thing in his life besides art. He and Daphane became best friends. They hung out all the time.

The door opened and Dr. Martin came back in.

"Where are my parents?"

"In the other room. Justin, your parents and I were talking and we decided your going to stay here for a while."

"What? I thought this was just an appointment."

"No this is a center for people like yourself and we work with them and try and help them."

"I don't need help."

"Justin you tried to kill yourself."

"So."

"So you need help."

"Can I talk to my parents?"

"They are in the room next door."

Justin walked into the rooms and saw that his mom had been crying. He saw a suitcase with his stuff in it on the table.

"You knew I was going to stay here didn't you?"

"Justin we only want what's best for you."

Justin's mom hugged him.

"We love you Justin."

Justin didn't know what to think it was all happening to fast.

"Justin we need to check you in now."

He said goodbye to his parents and went with the doctor.

"We need to do a few tests."

They took his weight and height and asked if he had any scars or cuts on his body. Justin showed the nurse his arm and the cuts that were still fresh. Up and down his arm were gashes horizontally.

"Any more?"

Justin lifted up his shirt and showed were he engraved words and pictures into his skin.

"Any where else son?"

"No."

He wasn't going to show what he carved down there.

"Okay then take off your shoes and come with me."

They walked down the hallway. The nurse slid her card into wall and the door to his ward opened.

"You're in ward A5."

When they walked in Justin looked around. To the right of them were two couches, one in front of the other with a TV in front and kids filled up both couches. It was dark and they were watching a movie. To the left was an area with table and chairs and a counter where it looked like they served food. Next to the eating area was a huge desk area where nurses sat talking to each other. All had blue shirts on. Across the desk and behind the couch was a room that was dark and he couldn't tell what was in it. In the back was a long horizontal hallway that had rooms on either side.

"Your room is back here. You're going to be in number 25. You will be alone tonight but you usually have a roommate."

Justin walked into his room. It was small, empty, and all white. There were two beds in the two back corners and a closet to the side of the door.

"You can either watch a movie or take a shower or just chill in your room tonight. Lights out at 8. The door stays open all day until we lock you guys up at night. There will be checks throughout the night."

'Holy shit, it's like I'm in jail.'