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TW: Self harm, ED's, OCD, mutism, attempted suicide, depression... I think that's it.
Nick stared out of the car window. He had been told that they were going on vacation. That's why he was the only one with any bags. That's why no-one was talking. That's why his mom had put the child locks on the car doors. Then he saw the sign of the building they were approaching. Dalton Medical Centre for Teenage Boys. He was being sent to a mental hospital.
Jeff self consciously pulled the sleeves of his oversized hoodie down over his hands. He felt like his bony, scarred wrists were on view to everyone. He had blanked out the world and the next thing he knew was he was being roughly pulled from the car. He looked at the sign on the outside of the building. Dalton Medical Centre for Teenage Boys. His parents had gotten sick of him, so they were sending him away. Another boy was stood by a car, but his parents appeared to be loving, wanting the best for their son. Every quality that Jeff's parents didn't have. This was going to be fun.
"Hi, there. I'm Trent. I'm the owner of Dalton Medical Centre and the lead counsellor here. Our other counsellors are Blaine and Sebastian, and they will do everything they can to help you guys. We currently have 3 other patients, Thad, Kurt and Hunter. You will meet them in time, probably over dinner tonight. If you say goodbye to your parents, I'll show you down to your rooms." The bubbly man smiled, he was around 25 years old, Nick guessed. He glanced across at the blonde boy who had also arrived that afternoon. He was obviously very skinny and from the way he looked nervous, even a little scared at the mention of dinner, Nick knew he was here because of an eating disorder.
Jeff kept glancing nervously between the short dark haired boy and the counsellor. He was more relaxed now his parents had gone, but it was scary now. He was sure everyone would hate him. When they reached the bottom of the flight of stairs Trent opened a door which led to an open plan area. "Ok, guys, you 2 are the only ones down here. Jeff, you room is on the left, over there." He pointed to a blue door, which was to the left of the bathroom. "Nick, yours is on the right." He pointed to a red door on the right of the bathroom. "This is your area. Me, Blaine or Sebastian will probably come down here from time to time, but most of the time you'll be alone. I'll leave you guys to get to know each other. The rest of your stuff will be brought down to you soon."He left back through door they had come down through. Jeff took one glance at Nick and went into his room, clutching his bag tightly. He pulled a razor blade from his bag and shrugged his hoodie off. He started to draw the blade over his already badly scarred arms. Each cut representing someone who had hurt him.
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