This won't only follow Paul. It will follow other characters as well, but this story maily focuses on Paul.
I also want to say that I have had and still have friends and family in different types of institutions. (I have a lot of mental disorders in my family.) No character is just slapped with a disorder. I've put a lot of effort into deciding what each character had, and I have done a lot of research before I even wrote anything.
"Do you want to fill this out, or do you want me to?" Reggie asked, gesturing to the clipboard the nurse had handed him. "Paul?"
"Be my guest." Reggie may have forced me here, but that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it!
Apparently, he was "too much" of a recluse, "too much" of a douchebag for Reggie to handle. He was too anti-social and needed help, in Reggie's opinion. Why might you ask was Paul being sent here? It's simple, Reggie's girlfriend, Maylene, is a fucking weak, pathetic, shell of a person and he had to be the one to break the news to her. Reggie said he had gone too far, but he begs to differ. It wasn't his fault that she tried to kill herself, she should've taken his words as advice.
"Are you listening, Paul?" He turned to Reggie noticing the old man, who stood beside him with his hands wrapped neatly behind his back. His name was Rowan, he's supposed to be his new doctor.
"Whether he chooses to listen or not doesn't matter, what's happening is happening." He stood up straight, sending Paul a harsh stare. I shouldn't expect much from him, he's probably just another stuck up doctor.
"He's already missed the importance of this meeting. It's his choice to move forward in society." Then why am I here? "One of the nurses will show him to his room and his roommate. We will have a meeting in the morning, where we will discuss his schedule and such." With that, Rowan nodded at Reggie and gestured for the blonde nurse to come forward.
"I'll be just outside, please let me know when you're ready."
That was it. Paul could have sworn they had been in here for only five minutes. All it took to send him away was for Reggie to sign a piece of paper. In just a moment he'd be locked away, considered a freak. But I'll be better than them. Yes, it would be easy to get out. If he just played along, he'll be sure to get out soon.
"I'll...see you soon, Paul." Reggie folded his arms, gripping them tightly as if he were guilty. "I can't visit often, I-"
"I know Reggie, you have work." But it wasn't like that, he just didn't want to come to see him. It's not that Paul cared really, he didn't need him. "And I'll be here," he sneered. Sometimes Paul hated how perfect he acted. He sighed and shook his head, there was no point in any of this. He couldn't get out of here now anyway. "Just feed my pokemon will you!" Reggie nodded, tears threatening to fall.
"...Alright, well. I suppose I'll see you soon." He stood there for a moment, just staring at Paul almost as if he were waiting for a response. When he didn't answer, Reggie didn't say anything else to him, not when he walked past him, nor when he spoke to the blonde nurse outside.
Paul was finally left here and it didn't feel good.
"Your room is this way, towards the back." He followed the, blonde, nurse down the narrow hallway, towards doors that were perfectly aligned across each other. "Your roommate is at dinner, he won't be here for another hour. Normally, dinner is required, but since it's your first night you'll be exempt." he nodded, not caring to actually answer her.
Reggie had already fed him a large meal before coming to this damn place. He was a loser, not a monster.
"And what exactly is my roommate's name?" Sure, he would ignore the kid, but he needed to at least know the basics. The nurse stopped in front of a door, giving him a confused look.
"I was told that Dr. Rowan had already informed you." Paul glared at her. "It's normal for patients to act a little...angry when they first get here but don't worry, you'll soon find yourself liking this environment."
"You didn't answer my question." Honestly, was this woman stupid?
"You'll have to introduce yourself to him, he's a bit...erratic." That's just fucking great! "In any case," she started, pushing the heavy door open, "Your bags have already been searched and placed on your bed. Dinner is over in about...45 minutes, so I'll leave you alone for a while. I'll check on you after dinner, so please be good." She left the door open and walked away.
Paul could hear her move away slowly like she was stopping every now and then to make sure he didn't try to run. What a moron.
He walked into the room with a sigh, this was so fucking stupid.
The room was white, of course, with a grey carpet. There were two beds, one on the left side and the other pushed against the right wall. There was one, brown, dresser in the center of the room and no windows. This was just a dull, grey room. You would think they'd put more effort in here.
They certainly had gone through my bags. It's not that it bothered him, he had expected this, but they could have had the decency to fold his clothes back up. Whatever…
He opened the top drawer, only to see it full with what I assume to be his roommate's clothes. There were a few black shirts neatly folded in the back corner of the drawer. Besides them were a couple of jackets with a red outline.
"Hmm…" He opened the drawer below it, then slammed it shut once he saw more of their clothes. How many pairs of pants does a person need? He pulled open the last drawer, which happened to be the smallest, finding it empty. I guess I have no choice.
When Paul was transferring his clothes, he noticed some of his stuff was missing. His toothbrush, for instance, was gone, as was his jeans, and comb. "Tsk, do they think I'll choke on my toothbrush?"
"Of course!" Huh?
Standing in the doorframe behind him was a red-haired boy who was about his height. His skin was pale, much paler than Pauls, and he was dressed in the same clothes that were had been in his drawers. He stood in the doorway and glared at me with his fierce red eyes. "They don't want you sharpening them into any sort of weapon. Honestly, the people here are such pansies."
"Who-"
"And of course, they send me a fucking roommate!" He trudged towards his bed and collapsed onto it with a sigh.
Paul couldn't help but stare at him, surely it hadn't been an hour since he had arrived. There was just no way. "Who the fuck are you anyway?"
"The-"
"Nope. Nevermind, I don't care." He leaned back, resting his weight on his arms. "Don't touch my shit and don't talk to me. Ever."
"I wasn't planning on it," he snarled. This boy was a fucking freak!
"Oh? You have some fight in you?" Paul glared at him. Who did he think he was? "What? You're not going to answer me?" The red-head pushed himself up with a smirk. "What a wimp." Paul narrowed his eyes.
"Really?" It was like he was trying to provoke him. "Is that the best you can come up with? How pathetic." He stood up with a snarl, that seemed to piss him off.
"PATHETIC! WHAT-"
"What's going on here? Silver? Silver! I thought I told you to play nice with the newbie?!"
A rather aggressive looking girl with teal hair pushed her way into the room. She glanced at the two of us before moving the other boy, Silver, aside. "Well? What's your excuse?"
He wouldn't answer her at first, and Paul watched him slowly sink onto the bed. He really is pathetic.
"I don't like him." He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall.
"Silver it's been five minutes," she refuted. "I'm sure you'll live." When he didn't answer her, she turned towards Paul with a sigh.
"Sorry about that." She coughed into her hand and stood up straight as if she were trying to act professional, but Paul really couldn't take her seriously. "My name's Crystal, but my friends call me Kris. I'm Silver's doctor." D-doctor?
"It's fine?" he mumbled. How the hell did this woman get a degree?
"See Silver, he said it's fine!" Silver only mumbled a response, promptly causing Crystal to groan. "We'll be talking about this tomorrow, Silver. I never let things go." With that, she abruptly left. Leaving Paul in a state of shock.
"That's just another patient, right?" he asked the red-head. Silver didn't answer, he just rolled onto his side, sending him one last glare. There's no way she's a doctor here. How could they hire someone so incompetent?
It had been a few hours since the 'Silver incident' and their room was enveloped in silence.
Usually, there was some sort of noise at his house. It would be anything from cars, the incubators, or even the pokemon his brother watched. It was never silent there. But here? This place was killing him! He couldn't even sleep; it was too fucking quiet!
All he wanted to do was sleep. He just wanted to be in his bed at home, but no. Reggie, his own flesh and blood, betrayed him. Yesterday had been fine, Reggie didn't say anything then.
How could he? I'll fucking strangle him when I-
"Will you stop fucking moving!" Silver hissed.
Paul could faintly make out the other boy's figure, and for a brief moment, felt a sliver of comfort.
"They wake us up early, loser. I'm trying to fucking sleep here!"
When Silver finally went back to sleep, Paul turned back to the ceiling with a sigh.
This is going to be a fucking journey!
