Hello (:

Okay, so I got this idea from another fanfic that I read, and it really inspired me. So I've been throwing this idea around a bit, and I decided to try it out.

I hope you all like it :3

Ps, it's rated M for a reason.

Chapter One- Where it all began.

Jeff was staring at himself in the mirror, scrutinising himself on his looks. He was too fat, there were scars and fresh cuts all over his body. Nobody could like him, hell, he didn't even like him. His own self. He looked away with disgust, and scanned the small bathroom looking for something. Smiling, he walked over and picked up the small bottle of anti-depressants. Holding onto the bottle tightly, he turned around and walked out of the bathroom, into his room and locking the door behind him. He knew what had to be done. Sitting on his bed was his goodbye letter; a letter of explanations and numerous sorrys. Next to that was his outfit, picked to be the last one he'll ever wear, and he's favourite; it was just a simple pair of jeans, and a dark navy blue dress shirt.

He got changed and picked up the bottle, knowing that it was his only way out. The bottle opened with a soft click, he looked in it and it was almost full. He hasn't been taking the tablets for a while, because they just made him feel nothing; everything felt blurry, he always felt dizzy and just too happy. He felt like a living robot. And, he wanted to save them, knowing that this day was coming soon. His grandmother was at work; she's a doctor at the local hospital. After a few minutes of sitting there reflecting on his pathetic life, he decided it was time, and no one was here to stop him again. He slowly lifted the bottle up to his lips and tipped half the pills into his mouth with no regrets. Jeff grabbed the bottle of bleach next to him and started drinking every last drop. He dropped the bottle onto the ground and laid on his bed, smiling to himself. Just a few minutes and everything would be over; he would be free of life, of all of this.

His stomach started feeling funny, he swear he was about to throw up, but he held it all in. His whole body started to feel all tingly, and he got light headed. His eye sight started to go black and his eyes closed slowly. Goodbye cruel world.

Jeff started stirring, and slowly opened his eyes. Everything was white, and it was making his eyes sting. He felt a weight on his hand, looking over he saw his grandmother holding his hand, crying silently.

She looked up and his with a sad smile "I'm glad you're still here sweetheart, I'm sorry I never saw this coming and didn't help you."

With that said, she started crying more.

Jeff looked at her and opened his mouth to speak, before closing it. After a few minutes of silent thinking, he opened his mouth again.

"Why did you do this to me?"

"W-what?" His grandmother stood up and backed away a bit.

"I DIDN'T WANT TO BW SAVED OR WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU PEOPLE CALL IT! I DID IT FOR A REASON, I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE!' He screamed, tears finally streaming down his face.

The doctor that's been treating Jeff heard all of the commotion and walked in to put a stop to it. Behind him were 3 other people dressed in all white.

Jeff looked up at the doctor with a glare.

"What the fuck do you assholes want?" He spat at the doctor.

The doctor looked sadly at Jeff, "I'm Doctor Thompson, and here with me are Larry, Will, and Sam. They are from Goodwill Clinic, and yes, before you say anything, it's the mental institution 40 kilometres out of town. You will be leaving now, I hope you get better Jeff, and I won't have to see you here under these circumstances again." The doctor smiled slightly at his grandmother and walked out, leaving Larry, Will and Sam standing at the door, giving Jeff no way out.

Jeff felt like he's been sitting on this bus for hours when he finally saw the huge white building. When they pulled up at the gates, there were at least 10 guards standing around the front of the building.

Larry stuck his head out of the door, and smiled at the guards. "We got another one here. Open up!" He said cheerfully, as if he's done this many times before.

One of the guards opened the gates and motioned for the bus to continue. Larry sat back down and waved before continuing on. Will looked back at Jeff and smiled sadly, the whole way here he has tried to talk to Jeff, but he just stared at him with a blank expression.

When the bus finally stopped, Will looked at Jeff and motioned for him to follow them. Once they all got off the bus, Jeff looked around. There were guards everywhere, but no patients anywhere to be seen. He looked up at the main building in front of them, it was a dirty white, made up of 5 stories, and it looked at least 30 years old.

Sam nudged Jeff forward from behind. "We can't stand here forever, kid. We need to sign you in, take you to your room, get you settled in, then you'll have your first session with Mr Anderson, he runs the place, and is also one of the psychologists."

Sam expected at least a nod from Jeff, but got nothing except him moving forward, with Larry and Will flanked on each side of him.

Throughout the past 3 years, Jeff hasn't said one word. He started in minimum security on the second floor, but after 7 months he got moved to medium security after fight after fight in the courtyard. The last fight he had was the worst, a man around 23 came and pushed Jeff off of a bench, and claimed it was his. Jeff snapped a branch off of the tree next to them and started bashing the other patient with it, ending up stabbing him in the leg with the sharp end of the branch, and when 4 of the nurses tried getting Jeff to stop, he punched one of the nurses in the nose and broke it. From then he has been moved up a floor, has only been allowed out when nobody else is around, and when there is, he has had a guard following him around. Since then, Jeff has had his good and bad days, still not one word, and still no emotion has crossed his face; it has remained blank. Not even when he was alone, locked up in his room. Since day one of being here, he has learned how to put walls up, and never let them back down. The walls have been getting stronger and stronger every day.

Jeff was just doing his normal, and sitting out in the courtyard after lunch, ignoring all the other patients, when he saw a new patent being brought in. The new patient looked about his age; he was slightly shorter, with messy brown hair. He was handcuffed, but just smiling around at everybody, and Jeff couldn't help but stare.

Nicks POV

Nick, being dragged along by the guards, couldn't stop smiling around at everybody, until he caught the eyes of a blond boy, sitting on a bench in the corner. Nick stopped and studied him for a second, before snapping and shouting at the top of his lungs.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!"

Jeff turned away straight after, and Nick continued to smile, but this time getting dragged by the collar to where ever he was getting taken.

A few hours later, Nick found himself in Mr Anderson's office. Mr Anderson was a small person, his hair gelled back so much, that Nick thought it looked cemented.

Mr Anderson cleared his throat, "Welcome Mr Duval, I'm Dr Anderson and I'll be your psychologist until I see fit that you're ready to leave. We'll be seeing each other once a week, and each session will be about 2 hours long. Now, I have your file here, and I've been reading over it. I know why you're here, but I would like you to tell me yourself."

When Nick was around 10 years old, he father came home from the army. He said that they didn't need him anymore and he was to return home, that's all he would ever say. One day when Nick was walking through the front door from school, his father grabbed his hand and asked him to watch his dad do a magic trick. He took him upstairs and they sat on Nick's bed together. His father had a box of tablets in his hand, the first thing he said was, "If things ever get too hard, do you know what to do?" Nick sat there thinking for a minute, and shook his head. His father smiled, and opened the box. "You get a box of medicine, and you take as many as you can." And he took a few pills. "Did you have a hard day today Nicky?" His father asked in a really childish voice. Nick nodded, thinking about being picked on by all of the popular boys, he got pushed around between them all, then they stole his stuff, they made him take his clothes off and give them to them. Nick's dad smiled and offered Nick some to the pills. Nick shook his head, and whispered quietly, "I'm a strong boy, daddy. I can take it." Nick's dad just laughed at him and shoved all the pills in Nicks mouth. "Swallow." He ordered, and Nick did what he was told. His father kept on putting pills in both of their mouths until he eventually passed out. Nick didn't know what was happening to him and his eyesight started going black, and he passed out as well.

When Nick woke up, he was in hospital, and his father passed away as soon as he got there. The doctors told him that he was sick, and they couldn't help him. Nick knew no better then, and when he got a bit older, his mother told him what really happened, why he was in hospital, and why his father really died.

Since then, Nick had cut himself almost every day; he never tried killing himself though. He would get angry and snap really easily, He wouldn't let anybody near him, or he would hit them. He was just never the same after that.

Nick looked at Mr Anderson, and shook his head.

"If you already know, then you don't need to hear it from me." He sneered.

Mr Anderson sighed, "Nick, it seems that you are manic depressive, you have an acute behavioural disorder of intermittent explosive disorder and a simple phobia of being touched, we're going to try and help you through all of this, so you can go back to your normal life outside of here. You'll start off in minimum security, and if needed, you'll be moved to medium security, understood?"

Nick looked at him calmly while processing it. "Are you finished?"

"Yes Nick, I'm finished."

"Good." And Nick picked up the chair he was sitting on, before throwing it across the room and walking out.

A few hours later, Nick found himself in the courtyard, where he saw the blond earlier, so Nick decided to go searching for him.

When Nick found him sitting in the same spot, he casually strolled over and sat down next to him. The blond didn't say a word; he didn't even acknowledge him there. After a while of silence, Nick realised that even though the blond didn't talk, he enjoyed his company. And with that he turned to the blond and tried talking to him.