Hey guys!

Welcome to my new story Hanbleceya. This is a real place in San Diego apparently. Hope you guys enjoy. Again, like in my last story, there are going to be some Christian views on this story. Don't like = Don't read.

DICLAIMER: I ONLY OWN CLAIRE AND THE PLOT

Max: A socially awkward Christian girl with a rough past. Fang: An untrusting 'emo' who got cought up in the wrong group of friends. Both land in a suicidal recovery hospital, Hanbleceya. What happens when they meet? Can Max convince Fang that God is real?

Max

All I see is white. I look to my left and see a small window with bars on it. To my right I see a door that appears to be locked. I look directly infront of me and see a doctors chart with my name on it. Where am I, at a hospital?

Have you ever woken up in a place that you didn't fall asleep in? If you haven't, it's very nerve racking. In my case I didn't fall asleep, but we'll get to that later.

I am Maximum Marie Ride. I am 5'8, 21 (I don't drink, even if I am 21), and have dirty blonde hair. I play the piano and went to SDSU for college.

At SDSU I was always a loner, never fitting into any of the cliques. I didn't have any friends. I guess its because I am socially awkward. Sucks, doesn't it?

I wasn't always like this. I'd say I was popular up to the age of ten. I knew everyone, and they knew me. I was invited to birthdays often and never fought with anyone.

One day though, my dad came home drunk. That's where it all went downhill. I'll tell you all another time. Maybe once I figure out where I am?

I push a button and a nurse comes rushing in.

"She's awake!" She yells out the door. "Get the doctor immediately!"

I heard more commotion outside of the room. I heard shouts and the running of feet. Why is everyone so excited that I am awake? Jeez.

An older man dressed in a white lab coat comes into the room. He had glasses on and his once brown hair was partially graying. His bright blue eyes reeked of fake concern.

"How are you feeling Maximum?"

"Max, please." I say, sarcasm dripping from my words.

"Okay, Max, do you know where you are?" I shake my head. "You are at Hanbleceya, in the suicide recovery section. You tried to commit suicide by taking medication for sleep deprivation, do you remember?"

Oh yeah I remember! I couldn't take this shitty life I had! Anything I did always made something in my life worse! All I did was nod.

The doctor scribbled something down on a piece of paper and the counted to interrogate me, asking me questions like "Are you pregnant?" "Where do you live?" "Do you have any family members we could contact?"

The last question made me narrow my eyes and shake my head stiffly.

The doctor took note of my stiff gesture. "I'm Jeb, by the way."

"I don't care! Just leave me alone. Also could I have a Bible?" I asked

"Umm yeah." This 'Jeb' character looked at me curiously. "Why do you need a Bible?"

"Is it not okay for me to be religious?" I questioned.

He just sighed and left. When he returned he gave me a Bible that had a sleek, fake leather cover with gold writing. Nice.

I put the Bible next to my bed and took off the medical equipment attached to me. This, of course, sent the nurses into a frenzy, once again rushing to my room.

"I'm fine! Jeez, you people are so controlling! Give a girl a little space, will you? I'm not dying, well not anymore atleast..." I trailed off looking at the window. Once they saw that I was fine, but not going to go back in the bed they left me alone.

I sighed. What should I do? I am bored out of my mind! Atleast give me a piano or something! I started drumming my fingers in my thighs, a nervous habit I seem to have developed.

Fang

I was sitting in the gaming room of Hanbleceya, that housed hundreds of games from Xbox video games to board games, talking to my only other friend Claire. She is diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. She is a dirty blonde with green eyes. She always wears braclets on both of her wrists. She calls herself chubby, fat even, but she isn't big.

Apparently there is a new girl in for suicidal recovery. Her name is Max. Well atleast now I won't be alone. I was the only one in for suicidal recovery for awhile. Hanbleceya specializes in Psychosis, Bipolar Disorder, and Mood Disorders. Suicidal isn't high on their priority list.

Shall I intoduce myself? Sure. My name is Fang. No need for second or last names, just Fang. I have black hair and wear black clothes. Great description. I am a guy after all, what did you expect. Me to say I have luscious ebony hair that flows freely in the wind? Nope. I am 24, and have attempted suicide three times since I was friends with Maya, Dylan, Ratchet, Holden, and Star. I am no longer friends with them, they had driven me mad.

"Faaaaannnnngggggg! Let's go meet Max. You guys may have love at first sight, you never know!" I sigh and roll my eyes. She has known me for one year and is always trying to get me with someone.

"Okay." Is all I say.

Who knows, maybe we'll get along. Probably not.

How was that? First chapter if my second story, sweet! Don't worry (If you even care), Support Group will still be going. I plan on alternating between stories.

Claire will also be in the story C:

Riddle of the chapter:

It is greater than God and more evil than the devil. The poor have it, the rich need it and if you eat it you'll die. What is it?

I hope you guys all had a wonderful and safe day!

Please review :3

-Shaire (Sha-ire)