Okay new story. Yes, there's gay sex. Don't like don't read. I don't own anything. So, read if you want, if not oh well.
Staring out the window I couldn't help but picture what I could be doing now. Well, at least what I could be doing if I wasn't in this hell hole. You see I live in a place called Ocean Spring. It's not near an ocean or a spring, but that's the name.
Ocean Spring is an asylum, though everyone says it's just a boarding school for kids who need more help. The kids here do need help, sort of. The kids have drug problems, mental problems, self-image problems, or emotional problems, but all of that is just a fancy and nicer way of saying we're fucked in the head.
Most people, including myself, fit into more than one of these things. I have emotional and mental problem, at least that's what the doctors say. The people here, even the administration, don't listen to what the doctors in the outside world think.
Since today is Tuesday we have appointment with shrinks. My shrink is different every time because I freak them out too much. A few minutes after nine in the morning my newest victim walked in the room. She was wearing a white skirt with flowers, a multicolored sweater, and white plate form heels.
"Gregory James?" she asked looking at me.
Looking at her face I noticed that she was really a he. As I stared at her I remembered walking to school everyday and passing a guy playing drums on a pickle tub. Removing the make-up and wig I saw that she was him.
"You're Angel," I said my eyes wide.
"That's me," she said grinning, "How'd you know that?"
"I talked to you once," I said shrugging, "On Christmas last year."
"I remember you now," she said clapping, "When I asked what you were doing you said trying to find a good reason not to go home."
"I sat with you for two hours," I said shaking my head, "I got in so much trouble."
"Why'd you get in trouble?" she asked confused.
"Because I wasn't home to cook or clean," I said sighing.
"Gregory," she said giggling, "I love your name."
"Thank you," I said blushing.
"So, why did all your other doctors leave after one session?" she asked cocking her head to the side.
"Because I scared them," I said innocently.
"How'd you do that?" she said curiously.
"The first one was wearing a cross so I told him I was following Satan's version of the Bible, the second was a homophobic and I'm gay so I didn't have to act, and the third was a vegan and I described the taste and feel of eating a human body," I said causally.
"So," Angel said calmly, "You like freaking people out?"
"I like people leaving me alone," I said glaring.
"Hun," she said laughing, "You can't scare me into leaving."
"Doesn't mean I won't try," I said easily.
"So why didn't you want to go home?" she asked changing the subject.
"Because my dad was home," I said sighing.
"You don't get along with your dad?" she asked confused.
"Why would a teenager get along with a pedophile?" I asked rolling her eyes.
"He raped you?" she said her eyes wide.
"Ya," I said shrugging, "But I'm used to it."
"What else does he do to you?" she asked curiously.
"Just the normal child abuse things," I said looking away, "Beating throwing through windows and into walls, mirrors being thrown at me, and of course hitting me with beer bottles, belts, fists, shoes, and books."
"Is that normal for you?" she said biting her lips.
"I don't remember him doing anything else," I said carefully.
"What about your mother?" she asked nodding her head encouragingly.
"She's high," I said pulling my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them.
"Is she always high?" she said looking at me cautiously.
"She's either high or drunk," I said rocking slightly.
"Do you have any siblings?" she said rubbing her arms like she was cold.
"Not anymore," I said tears filling my eyes, "I don't belong here. I'm bi-polar, but am taking my meds, I cut myself, but I'm trying to stop, and I used to do drugs and sometimes I want them, but I know I can't have them. This place doesn't help."
"I can try to help, but with how you acted with other people like me. I'm not sure how long it will take," she said sadly.
"I only did that because they didn't know what to do in those situations," I said standing up, "They can't come in here and expect people to be like them and believe things like them!"
"Hun," she said making a soothing motion with her hand, "You need to calm down. This isn't going to help you."
"I hate it here," I said crying.
"Shh," she said opening her arms, "Come here. It's okay."
I fell into her arms sobbing my eyes out. It felt weird, but for some reason I had complete and total trust in her. I never felt like I could trust anyone ever, and Angel comes and I feel so attached to her. She kissed my forehead and moved to sit down on the couch.