Sollux sighed and stared out the window. He wanted no part of this at all. So what if he was a little messed up? So what if everyone in the school had made fun of him? It didn't matter. His life was meaningless anyways. It's not like if someone had discovered him dead or if he had just disappeared that they would care. He'd tried suiced twice before and the only ones who cared were his parents. John, his self entitled "mother", had held him close to his chest and wept while Dave, his dad, had been bandaging his wrists and telling Sollux how that was just very "uncool".

As the car pulled into the driveway of the mental rehablilitation center, Sollux sighed and ran his split tongue along the metal that attached to his teeth. John helped him out of the car and put a reassuring arm around his shoulders as Dave got his backpack from the trunk. All three walked towards the entrance when Sollux suddenly had a wrenching feeling in his gut that he identified as fear. Then his head began to act up again and he felt like he was going to vomit. He then clutched John's shirt like it was the last thing on Earth and he buried his head into John's shirt.

He hurled all over the ground in front of him and ended up collapsing into Dave's awaiting, open arms. Sollux moaned pitifully from his still raging headache and tried his best to curl up in Dave's arms. Dave put Sollux on his back and passed the backpack to John and they made their way up to the entrance.

The automatic doors slid open and the trio walked inside and up to to the front desk. There was a woman behind the desk and she asked a couple questions while constantly looking back and forth between Dave and her computer screen. In his sickly state, Sollux tried his best to look around the building from where he was on Dave's back. The walls were splashed an almost sickly off white while the tiles on both the cieling and floors were a bright white and had small, various colored splotches in each tile. Many patients were walking around or lounging and talking with each other. He watched a tall patient with crazy black hair and peculiar clown make up chat with a short, brown haired patient that kept yelling swears.

Dave finally put Sollux down and John rushed to his side to hug him. "I'm really sorry we have to do this, but I really don't want you hurting yourself anymore..." He sighed and brought Sollux into a tight hug.

"Bro," Dave stated flatly, "Don't get and stop hurting yourself, okay? That's not what a Strider does, you understand?" He patted his "son's" head and gave him a Strider smile.

"Yeah... I will..." Sollux gave a slight smile. The first one in months. He hugged his parents and took his backpack from John. As they left he could see John starting to tear up and it broke his heart. A nurse walked up to him and directed him to previosly designated room. "I'm terribly sorry if you're uncomfortable with this, but you'll be sharing a room with another patient. His name is Tavros Nitram, I believe."

Sollux nodded to show he understood and he looked around the room. It looked almost indentical to the rest of the building except it had two beds on either side of the room, two dressers on each side, and a nightstand next to each bed along with a single dim yellow light bulb in the middle of the cieling. He sighed and laid down in one of the beds and growled into his pillow. His head was still pounding and he felt like he was going to throw up again. Luckily, though, it was just a feeling and he didn't actually throw up all over his sheets.

Soon the distinct sound of both yelling and swearing worse than a drunk sailor was heard outside the door. It worsened his headache ten-fold and he groaned into his pillow. Whoever was yelling HAD to stop like right NOW. The door opened and a boy with a mohawk, the clown with the crazy hair, and the cussing brunnette were revealed. "Who the FUCK is THAT?" the brunnette swore.

"Shut up! My head hurth like hell and you THRCREAMING is not helping it!" Sollux yelled while secretly cursing his lisp for ruining his angry retort.

"Oh, nice lisp fuckass." The brunnette snickered.

"Now, hold up motherfuckers. Everything's all cool here." The clown interrupted before Sollux could repy.

The kid in the wheelchair wheeled up to Sollux and gave him a light smile before saying, "Uh... Hello! My name is, Tavros Nitram, I'm your new roomate, I guess. What is, your name?"

Sollux couldn't ignore Tavros he was just too sweet. "Tholluckth Captor, nice to meet you Tavroth." He gave the Tavros a small smile to show he was trying to be nice. Tavros looked to the two others with an expectant look.

The brunnete sighed, "Karkat Vantas," and he added under his breath, "lisping fuckass..."

"I'm Gamzee Makara, motherfucker," The clown said while showing a lazy, but meaningful smile.

Sollux sighed then said, "Nithe to meet you. But my head hurth a fucking lot tho I'm going to thleep or thomething." He got under the covers and curled uo in a ball. He had not lied. His head hurt a lot and there was no other way to soothe it other than sleep, or if it still hur tion the morning he could overdose a little on his medication. That usually did the trick and it worked really fast, too.

As he drifted off to sleep his mind began to replay and assess his day. Something it usually did and that Sollux always paid attention to. When it got to the end of his day Sollux for some reason grew happier. At least he met SOME people. It was a lot more people than he knew at his school. Maybe this stupid mental hospital would actually help like his parents said. Oh, God, he hope it did.