Lead through a hall of white and gray, his footsteps made no sound in opposite to the ones behind him that made heavy 'clunks' echo through the hollow path that went straight towards to where he 'belonged', as the judge said. Actually, he found this whole... how did they call it, confinement? He thought it was worth two full sacks of bullfuck. Air freshener not included.

When they finally came to a halt in front of a door it all still looked the same. The door was opened with a small rusty key. It read 215, he had to remember that as it made the whole 'bust out of jail'-thing easier. Suddenly he was shoved in to the space behind the door as it closed with a short click.

It was a fairly tidy room, if you consider that there was a figure sitting on the bed against the wall who had a lot of notepads. 'How long will it take for them to put me into isolation?', he thought as he looked around and chuckled. The unknown figure on the bed was busy doing something in a notepad. It seemed that it didn't like what it was doing because a sheet was torn and thrown into the garbage bin, without taking it's eyes from the notepad.

"What's so funny?" According to it's voice, the /it/ was actually a /he/.

"So you can talk? Thought you were a mute"

"Just answer the question, blondie"

How did he know what his hair colour was if he hadn't glanced at him? ..or had he..? Even if he did, he didn't care enough to think about it. "This. All of this. Do they seriously think they can keep me in here without me showing them who's boss? Psh, tough bitch."

"You're underestimating this place. Before, I was just like you. Outgoing and spontaneous with a big mouth, " He turned around and eyes of the most electric shade of green pierced right through the blonde. "You're going to die or lose it if you continue your antics." He spoke, not taking his green hues off the blonde's azure coloured ones.

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"A-and who are you to tell me that?!"

"Me."

The blonde boy sighed and shook his head. "Now for my curiosity: Why are you in here?" The other turned around and continued whatever he was doing. He was obviously annoyed by the strands of hair hovering in front of his face, seeing that he swiftly clipped them back with a girly hair clip. It had a smiling cherry on it. "I used to set people on fire when they started to annoy me." The was no hesitation in his voice at all.

A long silence followed in which the blonde found an opportunity to sit down on the desk in the back. The green eyed male stopped his actions for a second then continued on moving his arm weirdly fast. 'What a freak' the blonde thought.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm suicidal and so I tried to kill myself over 15 times. Yes I, too, wonder why I'm still alive. I got sent to therapy."

"That's all?"

"No."

"Then what happened after that?"

"I killed him when he was being too nosy"

Simple and plain 'profile conversations'. To ones who didn't know, they were 'not interested and heartless'. In reality they were having the time of their lives.