Furthest Thing
Scott gave his mom one last wave as she disappeared onto the road. Scott's jaw clenched as his grip on his book bag case tightened. He didn't know when he was getting out, or if he ever was. A woman with beautifully curled hair came out of the gates with a bright smile. Funny, having such a bright smile in a place like this. She cleared her throat as the silence got unbearable. "Right this way." She escorted him through the gates and into the doors. The place smelled like coffee and glue, some thing that made his nose itch. The woman walked beside him but kept her distance. Probably thinking he would go crazy at any second. She took him to what he guessed was the main office. She sat at the desk chair and looked up at him.
"Could you empty pockets and your back pack?" It was more of a command than a question. He emptied his pockets which only contained his phone; lose change, and a pack of gum. He slowly pulled the strap of his book bag off his shoulder and un-zipped it. He pulled out what he had packed earlier. A couple of shirts and books. "We have clothes for you in your room." The woman gently took the bag from him and placed his shirts back. She gave him his books back and put a hand on his shoulder. "Let me escort you to your room." She said gently and he nodded. They went up a few flights of stairs before they stopped at door, painted grey.
She opened it and a whiff of purified air hit Scott's nostrils. "This is where you will be staying." She gave him a slight push and he walked into the dark room. After she closed the door, he felt the wall for a light switch. He turned it on, surprised at how bright it was. "Hey." He heard from his left that made him jump a little. The boy was a brunette, pale but had a bright smile. What is it with this place and bright smiles? Scott did a casual head nod. "Sup." He glanced down at the chains attached to the boy's ankle, and the other end of the sort chains attached to the bed set. "My name is Stiles." He said as Scott placed his books on the small, grey dresser between the two beds. Stiles eyes followed Scott's body every where he moved. Scott glanced over and scoffed. "What kind of name is Stiles?" He asked as he sat on his bed. There was a big brown box next to his bed but a few feet away from the small dresser. "Well it's kind of a nick name." Scott nodded as he opened the box. It was filled with grey t-shirts and grey sweatpants. 'Really colorful' he thought. He looked over at Stiles, who was looking at him with complete fascination. "So what are you in here for?" Scott asked, as he tried to keep the conversation going. "My dad put me in here. For a suicide attempt."
Stiles said like it wasn't a bid deal. Scott cringed at his words. "Why'd you try to kill yourself?" Scott put his under his legs to stop them from shaking. "I was getting bullied at school. One time it got so bad, I had to go to the hospital because I got beaten until I passed out." By the time Stiles had finished his story Scott felt like he was going to cry.
The smile on Stiles' face re-appeared. "What about you?" He asked. Scott glared at him side ways. "Sorry but I don't tell my personal life." Scott said, and Stiles shrugged. "That's ok." Suddenly, it fell silent. "I'm gonna change." Scott said before Stiles nodded. Stiles turned around, his back now facing him. Scott changed into the clothes in the box as he laid down. The mattress was softer than he thought. His head felt naked and he realized he forgot his pillow at home. Stiles glanced over his shoulder and turned around completely when he saw he was done. "Hey, you never told me your name." he said.
Scott stared at him for a couple and seconds. "Scott." He said before he cleared his throat. Stiles nodded and placed his hands under his head. "So what do we do to entertain ourselves?" Scott asked. "Well we have a game room downstairs. Oh and we only have three meals during the day. Breakfast is at 8:00." Scott nodded as he took all the information in. "And lights have to be out at 9:30. Which is in ten minutes." Scott stitched his brow together in confusion. "How did you know that?" He asked. Stiles pointed eagerly to a clock hanging above the door, which he hadn't noticed before. "Alright I'm tired. See you tomorrow." Stiles said with a yawn as he turned his back to Scott, the chains on his feet jingled. Scott got up and cut off the light.
The next day Scott woke up five minutes before eight and saw Stiles making his bed. He noticed the chains that were on his ankle were over in the corner. "They took your chains off?" Scott asked as he sat up in a sitting position. Stiles jumped but responded. "Yeah, they give them to everyone. You probably won't get then until tomorrow since your new here." Stiles stated and Scott swallowed loudly. After Stiles finished, he turned to face him. "Ready to go?" He asked. Scott grabbed a pair of white socks out of the box and nodded as he yawned. They left out the room and into the grey hall. Scott could already smell the food. Half way down the hall, Stiles smashed into a large boy with blonde curly hair. The blonde scoffed at the pair. "Watch where you're going, freak." Scott watched in confusion. Stiles looked to the ground and scratched his shoulder. The boy walked away and they continued walking to the lunch room. "Who was that?" Scott asked as they opened the cafeteria doors. The room was filled with noise. It reminded Scott of a bee-hive. Nothing could be heard but little mumbles and laughter. Scott followed Stiles to the food line like a lost puppy. For breakfast they had pancakes, sausages, bacon, eggs, and French toast. Scott stared at Stiles as his question still remained un-answered. He decided to ignore it. Scott was starving. He hadn't eaten until yesterday morning. He grabbed two of every thing. Scott noticed that they had laid out plastic silver-were instead of metal ones. "Hey, if you want to you can sit with us." Stiles suggested as they both went over to the syrup dispenser. Scott watched as Stiles drowned his pancakes and syrup. "Us?" He asked as he grabbed an apple juice from the cooler. "Yeah." Stiles said as he pointed to a table full of people near the window. Stiles made his way over to the table and Scott had no choice but to follow. "What up, my peeps." Stiles said as he sat down and Scott sat right beside him. Scott looked around the table. There was one girl with red hair- no it was a shade lighter than red that he couldn't figure out. She looked rather skinny. Her hair stopped just below her breast and above her tiny waist.
Next to her was a girl that looked like she could be Chinese. She wore bracelets on her wrist as if she was trying to hide something. Next to her was another brunette whose hair was flat but still looked soft. "This is Scott." Scott was brought out of his trance by the sound of his name. They all smiled at him but didn't speak. "This is Kira." Stiles pointed to the Chinese girl and she waved at him. He smiled at her. "This is Allison." He pointed to the brunette who seemed a lot perkier than he had expected. "And this is Lydia." His gaze followed his finger and Lydia gave a slight wave. Scott smiled at her to. They started talking as Scott started to stuff his mouth.
After a while they all stared and watched him eat. "Slow down. It's not going anywhere." Kira said as she gave a small chuckle. Scott swallowed his food after giving her a grin. He guzzled down his apple juice and Allison leaned over the table. "You don't say much do you?" Allison asked while a small smile played on her lips. Scott shrugged and she chuckled. Just then, the boy Scott and Stiles saw in the hall stopped at their table. He went behind Lydia and picked up a strand of her hair. She gasped as he held on tighter. "Nice hair Lydia, where did you get it." Allison grabbed his wrist. "She made it out of your mom's chest hair." Allison pushed his hand away and Scott could see Lydia let out a breath of relief. He rolled his eyes and walked away. Scott looked after him and swallowed his pride. "Who is that, and why do you guys let him run over you?" Scott asked as he looked between Stiles and Lydia. "His name is Issac Lahey, and it's best if you just stay away from him."
The rest of breakfast went on silent. Scott and Stiles walked down the hall way. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, but Scott let his curiosity get the best of him. "So what's every one's deal? Why are they here?" Scott asked as he struggled to keep up with Stiles' paste. "Well Kira is here because she cuts her wrist for fun." Scott thought back to her bracelets and nodded. "Lydia has an eating disorder." Scott thought back to how tiny she was and nodded as Stiles continued. "Allison,-" He paused. "Allison's a mystery. She tried to kill her mother and she has aggression problems." He finished. Scott was shocked but kept walking. "She tried to kill her mother?" He asked as he jogged a little to keep up. "That's what I just said. It's a long story, not mine to tell any way. Any way we have a circle therapy session."
They suddenly stopped at two large doors. Scott stared at the circle as the walked down the three steps. Scott looked at the woman who had a binder in her arms. She was light-skinned, with dark long hair. Scott thought she looked familiar but couldn't quite put his finger on it. He saw Allison enter the room. As she walked past he watched as a boy with dark curls smacked her butt. She stopped and slowly looked over her shoulder. And before he could even blink she was on top of the boy. She had him on the floor. His arms above his head and she had her hand tightly around his neck. The boy smiled.
"Ooh, feisty just how I like em'" The security ran over from where they stood in the corner. Stiles went over and grabbed Allison off of him. The security had helped the boy up and the woman with the binder tried to get Allison to calm down. "It was just a little slip. Besides the fucker really had it coming." The women practically threw Allison in the chair as Allison smirked. Scott stared at her with wide eyes as Stiles came and sat beside him, out of breath. "See what I mean about being aggressive." Scott nodded.
After about ten minutes, Scott watched as the chairs in the circle filled up. "So I get that you're new. Scott right?" Scott nodded at the women but eyed her suspiciously. "So how has your stay been so far?" She asked as he shrugged. "Peachy." He smirked as she nodded. 'Oblivious to sarcasm, I'll have to remember that' He thought.
After the woman went around the circle she landed on Scott. "Scott would you like to share?" She asked. "Pass." He looked up as she frowned at him. "C'mon, were all friends here right?" She asked every one. Scott looked around as every one nodded. Except for Allison. He chuckled before he sighed, returning serious. "I saw them." The women stitched her brow together as she wrote things down. "Saw who?" Scott stared at the floor as he talked. "I didn't see their faces but I saw their eyes. Their eyes were glowing." He blew out a breath before he finished. "And so were mine."