Hello everyone! So, I'm taking a break from my More Than Friends story, don't worry, I'll start back on it. I just needed to get these ideas out of my head before I forgot about them. This story is based off of a book I just recently read called "It's Kind of a Funny Story" by Ned Vizzini. It's a pretty good book, mind you it's based on the book. What is in the book and what I write are almost completely different.

How I Got Here

If you were to ask around East High, everyone would tell you what a great guy Troy Bolton is. He's captain of the varsity basketball team, got cast as the lead in the winter's musicale, and is the biggest hunk in the school. God, I love my life. I am Troy Bolton, and being the Troy Bolton, I have certain privileges. I can have any girl I want in school, hell, I could have any guy I wanted too, and no one would think any differently. Which works out great because I hate girls anyways- and I've never been in a relationship. What can I say? I have high standards.

I came out in an unconventional way: I stood up in the middle of the cafeteria and said, 'I'm gay, and if any of you have a problem with it, then you can just fuck off.' No one even questioned me, it just became something to deal with. Not that the school was tolerant at all, the other little fags still got beat up, but not me. Even my father, the coach of the basketball team, bends to my will. It's really quite funny: he has to do anything I say or I'll tell the police that he has sex with me every night. It's not as bad as you think, I mean, I usually just give him a blow job. Some nights, when he's lucky, we go all the way. It doesn't happen much because of my mom, she doesn't know about what's going on, she just assumes that we spend the night talking about basketball and father-son stuff.

Lately though, things have been going downhill for me. My mom found out about me and my dad last week. When she found out, she had all of these questions, like how long it had been going on and if he forced me to do anything. I told her that it had been about a year. I also told her that if she caught me- on top- riding out her husband, then maybe it wasn't so forced. She started crying and shit and then quit speaking to me. Her and dad kept talking about me in hushed voices for the next week. I heard some of it: he told her that I seduced him and after it happened the first time, I blackmailed him to do it again. I could have been pissed off, but it was true. My dad may have been in his mid-thirties, but he was handsome. His constant basketball training kept him fit and muscular. What the hell Jack was plain sexy.

*** Flashback ***

I came home from school and set down my stuff down. I went into the living room to watch some television and was met with a strange sight: my parents and two men in white uniforms were sitting down. They all turned to look at me, I guess they had been expecting me. I stood in the doorway, looking them over, one of the guys in white had his badge facing me. It said Calming Hands Mental Hospital. 'Great,' I thought. 'Now moms cracked and has to go to the crazy house. Oh well, that means more 'quality time' with dad.'

"Hello Troy," Jack Bolton tried his best to sound happy towards his son.

"Hello son…" Mrs. Bolton hollow voice trailed off.

"Whatever, what are the guys in white here for?" I tried my best to sound as in control as I could.

"Hi Troy, I'm Sam and this is my friend and associate Adam." The man named Sam pointed to the other man.

I looked the two of them over. Sam was a pretty average guy, he had a medium height medium build, jet black hair that was gelled into spikes. He must have been about twenty five. Adam was taller, with a golden tan and an athletic build. His hair was shaggy and fell around his eyes. I wouldn't mind rolling around in bed with either of the two. I nodded to each of them to let them know I was listening.

"Well," started Adam, "you parents have told us about your… your…"

"About how I fuck my dad senseless?" I questioned.

"Yeah…" Adam seemed to be at a loss for words.

At this point my mom cried out and buried her head in Jack's firm chest. God, I wish I could have all three of those guys in my bed at once.

"Yes. Were here to take you to Calming Hands. Its a wonderful place that can help you figure out why your doing theses things to your parents." Adam had gained his composure.

"What the fuck do you mean your taking me away? I thought my mom was getting thrown into the crazy house! Dad!" I turn my face to him, putting on the voice I knew he couldn't say no to. "Dad. Why don't you tell these strapping young studs that their services are no longer needed." I sat myself on the arm of his recliner, remembering all of the good fucks we've had in it. I put my hand on his crotch. "Maybe then I'll let you have some fun tonight."

What happened next even took me by surprise. Jack, my father, shoved me away.

"You had better listen to these men when your in there." Jack said these words gruffly.

I looked at the men in front of me, their faces obviously judging me.

"What the fuck are you looking at? I'm not some broken teenager! I just wanted a good fuck now and then." I yelled at them. "And I am so not going to some fucking crazy house. You can just go fuck yourselves."

I turned and ran for the door, but one of them had caught me from behind, it was Adam. God his hands felt so good on my body, I squirmed a bit so that his hands were on my crotch, then I started to squirmed a bit more for the pleasure of it. It took a good minute or two for him to figure out what I was doing, because I was moaning, then he let go of me. I couldn't help it: I started laughing. I was on the floor with tears in my eyes when I saw Sam this time. He looked at me intently, and then, without warning, lifted the sleeve of my shirt up. Everyone saw my scars, all the times I had cut myself and bled. No one had seen them before, I usually kept a long sleeve shirt on, or if it was hot, I would put some sweat bands over them. When I fucked Jack, I would usually keep my shirt on, never feeling the need to strip fully. I felt so exposed, and for once today, I was at a loss for what to do.

I tried to run again, but this time Sam had caught me. He had a syringe in his hand, and before I could process what what going on, he stuck me with it. I sat up and looked around me: my mom had started crying again and my dad just held her, Sam was looking at me while mouthing 'sorry' silently, and Adam was looking at his hands and what they had done to me earlier, blushing in a very sexy way. I didn't have time to laugh again because I passed out before I could.

*** End Flashback ***

Now I'm here, in the processing office of Calming Hands Mental Hospital. The walls are white, the floors are white, and all of the uniforms are white. There is a girl at the receptionist's desk, she has tanned skin and curly black hair. The badge in her blouse says Gabriella. Wait a fucking second, that's Gabriella from the Scholastic-Fucking-Smart-As-Hell-Club! Shit! This is so not happening!

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So, that was the first chapter! I hope you guys liked it! Please review! Seriously, reviews motivate me to keep writing. In other words, the more you write, the more I write.

Also I am planning on starting the other stories as well, so expect some longer waits between chapters, because I'll be trying to update all of the stories evenly.