I decided to try something new. I hope you enjoy.
Summary: It's official, Enjolras has been deemed as mentally insane. He's been accepted into the Myriel Asylum, where he meets Éponine. The girl who knows everything about this world. The only patient who both knows everything and is unafraid. She knows they're not getting out, but she knows how to. This only interests Enjolras more. AU/Enjonine.
"Let me see.. Antoine Enjolras?" The man in front of him asked. He was old, but was quite fit.
Enjolras nodded absentmindedly. His mind was still in the past. They had drove him here, his parents. The rode his favourite car. It was a bright red, and his father used to tell him he could have it when he was little. Obviously he wasn't getting it anytime soon, but he still hoped. His father now just ignored him every time they spoke of his problems. It was just his mother who gave him kind words. His sister would sometimes talk to him, but she didn't do it often enough for his liking.
They had given him to some nice lady who rode the elevator with him. The building overall was very bland. The walls, white. Roof, white. Ceiling, white. The only thing was that wasn't white was the numbers and symbols on the doors, papers, and buttons in the elevator. He assumed that they didn't want patients knowing what certain rooms were. The only English words were those of the bathroom, labeling that of men and women, and one private or handicapped bathroom. Perhaps the symbols for such would seem degrading to those lost in the complications that was sexual orientations and specific genders.
"Well, Enjolras, you'll be rooming with Lucas Grantaire. Each two rooms are connected by a door, but I'll let you meet those inhabitants on your own time. Now, we're always monitoring you, so don't go thinking you can just fool around." The man stood up, "Now, my daughter will be escorting you to your room."
A young blonde girl, no older than Enjolras, step into the office. She gestured him to follow her. She seemed quite happy and content, and even tried to spark conversations as she led him through the beige hallways. He refused to respond to her attempts.
They stopped in the middle of the hallway. The blonde girl opened the door, "This is your room. You can get settled in and do some exploring when you're done." She smiled, "Lunch at one, so please be at the cafeteria by then." And she left him alone.