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Parings: Randy Orton/ Shannon Moore

Warning: Cussing, violence, minimal blood, boy love (no slash) but kissing!(maybe touching...this is all later!)

Summary: There's nothing like meeting the love of your life in a mental ward! Shannon Moore, diagnosed with Schizotypal personality disorder is the newest patient at Worldlove mental hospital. He catches the eye of one of the sweetest and most dangerous people there Randy Orton. On the road to recovery together they make friends and try to get to the outside.

This story will be written in journal and POV form.

this is journal form

this is POV

Chapter two is up and thanks for the review!

I don't plan for these chapters to be to long but i just started so who knows how where i'll go.

btw. I had to up Shannon and Evan's age to 18, because I'm try to follow the actual guide lines of the mental ward, and if i don't up there ages they'll be in a juvenile ward instead of an open unit. On that note i found out that some times the open units have locked or unlocked doors depending on the patients current condition, so I'll be changing there doors from all locked to open eventually.

After the meeting with the therapist I was escorted back to my room by a gentle giant of a man who's name was Kevin. He had long graying hair and a handsome face that really let you know he was quite the handsome guy back in his day. But in truth he was still kinda hot, just old is all. We struck up a bit of a conversation on the way back to my room.

"I know how they always say that mental wards are terrible places, but this one, we make sure all our patients are treated well and cared for, so don't worry to much okay."

"Honestly I never really thought of anything like that. Seems trivial to me, to worry about something like that." I said thoughtfully but shrugged anyways. Then he just chuckled y'know not in the mean way, but like he came to some sort of shocking resolution or something. It was a nice laugh so i told him it was and he just smiled down at me gently.

"I'm sorry if it's weird to say that. I just like to say what I like about people."

"Oh don't worry about that" he said as he opened to door to my room and walked me inside. "It doesn't bother me, you don't get many compliments around here. Take care little one." He said smiling again.

I felt sorta sad about that. why not give compliments it's the right thing to do how rude they were to not compliment my gentle giant. I picked up my journal and began to write.

y'know people should give out more compliments here. The nicest man in white ever took me to my room and noone compliments him. Tch! Those stupid JERKS! hmm guess i'll compliment him then whatevs. he's nice i like that guy! You ever feel like somethings about to happen? I feel something is about to happen very soon and i'm excited! like i'll do some cool thing like dance on the tables like in highschool even though I hate that movie. If highschool was really like that i think i'd punch my self in the freaking face! But no like someone's waiting for me out there,hell maybe even in here. i hope i really do find someone. I don't mind being alone, it's cool to be alone, but i want a man darn it! meh writing bores me now i'm done.

I closed the journal and went to sent on the lumpy mattress. I picked up the remote and flicked on the TV. Honestly i didn't think they'd let you keep Ia T.V. in the room but hey this must be a special ward or something. Or maybe it's because i'm more stable who knows I don't really plan to ask honestly. While the T.V. ran I began to get sleepy and finally succumbed to sleep for the night. the next morning I woke up bright and early as was standard to eat breakfast. The breakfast area was a small roomed not filled with many patients, just the ones who they thought could handle a personal setting. I quickly got a muffin and some milk and went to sit down by myself. As I was walking I saw a really tall boy sitting by himself as well. he seemed to be talking to himself. As I passed, I looked down at him and he scowled hard. After staring for a little while his head snapped to the side like someone was talking to him then he hissed at himself to shut up and continue to talk to himself, seemingly in an argument about something. The boy was really cute to me and even though he looked like he was a bit older, maybe in his twenties.

I ate my muffin in peace peace and drank my milk, but just continued to sit at the table silently not really thinking. Even though I stared ahead I could seethe boy turning to look at me, shake his head and then turn back around to talk to himself. As I looked around I saw another who looked to be about 14 or 15. he was rocking back and forth in his chair, constantly brushing away invisible dust from the table and picking at his shirt.

On the far side sat a really big man with a shaved head and sad eyes. he looked to be trying to hold it all together by a thread.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a shift. The tall older boy was about to make his way towards me. My heart began to beat faster. Just as he was almost at my table, a sweet faced nurse came out and said in aloud voice. "Good Morning everyone, i'm sorry to interrupt your morning breakfast, but the early morning group session is about to start and I need to see: Randy Orton, Shannon Moore, Matt Sydal, Dave Bautista, and Mike Mizanin please!"

With that the tall guy, the sad man, the young boy, some guy i never saw until then ,and I all stood up and followed the sweet nurse down the hall to a room with chairs in a circle and a man already in the room who looked somber yet kind some how.

I gotta say the meeting was pretty boring. It was like a mixer for the mentally ill! Talk about special moment of my life! But the people there weren't bad or anything, despite being crazy they were really nice people.

Randy Orton: Tall gray eyed teen. 19. Split personality disorder. one week in. He here's a voice in his head alot and some times it takes over and then he's trapped in his own mind. That's how he got here because he beat up some guy in his highschool and now he's in a wheel chair. He would have went to jail if not for his plea of insanity. I'd never seen such a sincere and kind hearted look as he told his story.

Dave Bautista: Sad eyes. 25. Borderline. Three days in. He used to be a body builder, his dad kept jacking him about it (so rude!) he's either calm or angry so when his dad got to much to handle he punched him one good time, but ran away. When they found him he was under a bridge begging for forgiveness and asking to get help.

Matt Korklan: Young boy. 18(go figure!). Three days in. Obsessive-Compulsive disorder. Accidentally killed his baby sister. His mom told him to tuck her in for bed so when he did he kept doing it until it looked right, unfortunately it was so tight she suffocated and died the next morning.

Mike Mizanin: Some guy. 23. two days. Histronic. Frequently sexually abused as a child, he only got attention when someone wanted to use his body. He was sent here when he tried to give it up for the dean of the school then realized what a big problem he had.

Me: I took an online quiz and threw a chair...F my life.