AN: Hi Guys! This is my first fanfic, please don't flame me too hard. Didn't mean to offend anyone with the whole christianity and will smith thing. ^^;
Chapter One: Finally Free
The matte gray walls were cracked, the paint peeling back. To anyone else this place would have seemed like an ordinary abandoned building, but it was clearly inhabited. Men in white suits patrolled the halls in a permanent slump. This place was always known for its lack of enthusiasm, but things looked from bad to surprisingly worse in a year. They had lost more funding, and were barely breaking even. Sure they got funding from the state, but half of their patients had been shipped off to another mental health facility. Tensions were high, and abuse was on the rise. Happy Volts was hitting the end, and everyone knew it. It was a matter of weeks- maybe months, and then this place would go the way of the dodo and fall into dilapidation like the rest.
The only other major source of income besides government grants was this Smith family whose darling boy was to be leaving the institute tomorrow. Not even the patient understood why, but Dr. Crabblesnitch had a crazy idea- Rehabilitating a sociopath and teaching him to get along with the outside world. You'd think though, that under dire circumstances... The fact that this young adult single-handedly turned the academy into a warzone- would be enough to tell the headmaster 'never again'. Clearly though will, and possibly a hefty amount of money, made him rethink not letting the wealthy boy in. There had been quite a few days of scheming, the manic seventeen year old falling into old habits; slipping his pill under his tongue. Unfortunately though, he realized as the days passed he'd need to go for an authentic medicated look. Needless to say he wasn't looking forward to being on the drugs that only seemed to slow him down. Make his thoughts seem like blurs rather than advanced schemes.
Make him feel like he was a prisoner in his own skin. Oh he would be fixing that after a while though. Smirking to himself, he rested his head on the stiff pillow. He had no intention of sleeping, even if he did. It wouldn't get him anywhere- That was at least until he got the medication. That wouldn't be happening for an hour or so anyways. His body ached; bruises littered it from the shoving, and roughness of the callous employees. The sleeping pill- Valium, or ambien... Whatever it happened to be, gave him really fucked up dreams out of an Alex Pardee book, but he liked them nonetheless. His mind was racing with possible schemes- one was for certain, he was going to put that disgusting manboy Jimmy Hopkins back in his place. That runt was the cause for all of his problems, and Gary felt like Scar from the Lion King, cheated out of his birthright by a lowly wannabe mercenary. Even that title was too much to James' credit.
But still, Mufasa died in the end. Only Gary would live on, not defeated by a son, or anything- Like Petey could honestly step up to him. No, femmeboy would do absolutely nothing- just sit at the side and keep to himself. Probably cry, or whine about mistreatment. That was always what he was best at, anyways. "Smith, time for your pills," The gruff voice outside belonged to none other than Gregory. One of Gary's favorite, and I use that term loosely, orderlies. He was the easiest one to manipulate out of all the zombies here. No, they weren't actual zombies, but by their actions you couldn't tell otherwise. As the door opened, the thin boy moved to a sitting position. The small white paper cup holding the rainbow pills was passed to him, and so was a plastic cup of water. He downed both, and crumpled the small cups in his hands. They were so easy to crush, so easy to flatten- Much like the students at Bullworth Academy; expendable, reusable, and see-through.
"Oh thank you Gregory, whatever would I do without my precious prescriptions," Gary's voice was dull, but still filled with his trademark venom. It practically made the orderly stagger back in nervousness. Not that the pale boy would do anything foolish like hit an orderly; once was enough. Isolation was enough to kill all your senses, and your perception of things. Needless to say, after a week of imprisonment in that confined cell he wondered how he survived. After a year in a mildly larger cell, he still wondered how he survived. It was only by thoughts and medicine induced sleep, he wagered. Glaring at the door as the ebony colored male left he could all ready hear the patient, nicknamed Lefty, hollering and yelling for someone to save him. The townie never liked injections, so the fact they were injecting him with some sedative was probably doing nothing for the schizophrenic male's nerves. Ah well. Better him than me.
The morning light felt like a shotgun, his brown eyes glanced around. For once a dreamless sleep, which he wasn't complaining about in the least, it was just new to him. Actually, the enemy of Bullworth sort of longed for it again. The only thing he disliked about it was that he couldn't think, or scheme—actually he had no idea whether he loved or loathed that part. Thinking constantly, well… The mind gets tired very quickly. The door opened and there stood the orderly from the night prior, looking as sun deficient as usual. Gary couldn't really talk though, it had been a while since he'd had his hair cut, and it looked like he hadn't seen the sun in years. It seemed strange that only one boring year had passed by. Two familiar cups were in his hand, and as the untrustworthy senior looked at the orderly he sighed. The aging face of Dr. Crabblesnitch was behind the African American employee, which made Gary want to groan—yet he was mildly excited. Today was the day he'd be leaving this dump, yes for another one, but he'd have actual people to see. Actual things to do instead of watching the church channel. Laugh at actual misery of his peers, instead of people who believed in a book. Face it, the only difference between Christianity and Scientology is one actually solidified that there were going to be zombies—Oh and the other one was a spinoff of the atrocity of a movie Independence Day. Let's be honest, Will Smith sucked.
"You're leaving us today Gary, it's a shame," Gregory said with mock sadness. The employees didn't care, if anything the fucked up kid was just another face; an annoying face, not worth half the trouble. The only reason they didn't ship him off somewhere else was that his family was a bank, and Happy Volts needed the money. Instead of making a snarky comment that would no doubt get him in trouble, he opted to keep his mouth shut. "Boy, from now on you're to keep that nose clean," The eldest in the room warned as he moved out of Gregory's way, giving the former student back his uniform. Gary eyed it for a second, before grabbing it, but the headmaster didn't let go. "I mean it Smith, we will not tolerate any tomfoolery this year," His voice was stern, threatening almost. At that Gary pulled an 'innocent' smile, "No worries sir, I'm a changed boy." Lies. The only thing that changed was what pills he digested.
"Good to hear Smith, now get changed and I'll meet you outside," With that, Crabblesnitch abruptly left the patient alone. As he shut the door behind him, Gary stretched. Freedom was sooner than he thought, and the feeling of being free he knew was going to be practically orgasmic. Like a 44. Caliber of endorphins hitting the brain hard, he could almost shudder from the excitement. Quickly changing he left the other outfit on the bed, and smirked as he left—on his own accord. After a solid year of having staff on his back, not being able to go anywhere on his own, as he left his room the feeling was practically electric. The orderlies couldn't touch him; they couldn't dig their uneven nails into his skin. He could do whatever he wanted, or at least… He could once he left this godforsaken place. He didn't bother memorizing faces, he memorized enough while he was here. Thinking he'd rot here for the rest of his life, his parents only visiting on Christmas. Just to give him his gift, they weren't even there to see him open it. He had given up life as he knew it.
Money obviously makes the world go round though.
As he arrived outside, the warm breeze hit him hard. He practically groaned in pleasure, it just felt so fucking good to be free. As told of course, the old man was outside the fence. He looked mildly happy, probably because Miss Danvers finally decided to put out. Gary chuckled at his own thought, but kept his innocent look about him. After all, wouldn't want Crabblesnitch on his case all ready. "Well boy, You're reformed, and school starts tomorrow. Be back on campus tonight by five pm," The principal was stern, and Gary's eyes narrowed slightly. "Five pm, but bed isn't until seven and curfew isn't until eleven," This was absurd, freedom and he had restrictions? What the hell? "You'll get your curfew back eventually, we just have to trust you first," With that, the crotchety old man got into his car and drove off. Gary had the entire day to kill, ah well… He should head to Bullworth and get reacquainted with his fellow classmates. Oh this was going to be fun.