Chapter two 'Rachel Roth'

Gar was beginning to think this wasn't a bad idea after all, Vic was nice not to mention he had practically every video game known to mankind, Kori was sweet, Dick had been…well he seemed like he could be competitive but all in all he wasn't bad either. "Community service isn't that bad," Mused Gar to himself.

He walked down the hallway away from Vic's room and quickly pulled open the last file. "Rachel Roth," he said aloud scanning over the basics, room number two-hundred and seventy, age: sixteen, she also like Vic was an only child, her father had recommended her to come here, parents were divorced, and she rarely saw her mom. "That's got to suck for her," Gar said sighing. But when he tried to find what was wrong with her there wasn't anything in sight that said what could be wrong. The only mention of any problem was that she had 'special conditions' whatever they were, Gar didn't know.

He sighed and turned around the corner seeing that he was only in the two-hundred forties. He slowly flipped the page and stared at the picture completely in awe. "You have to be kidding me," He exclaimed seeming at loss for words. The girl staring back at him in the picture was the same exact girl he had ran into in the hallway before he had reached Vic's room. She was wearing the same black hoodie, she had the same violet eyes, she was the creepy girl!

Gar groaned and forced himself to room two-hundred and seventy raising his hand to knock and then quickly pulling it back. "Well…I did technically visit her because I saw her. Maybe that means I don't have to stay for twenty minutes…that is if she actually lets me stay that long," Gar thought aloud. "But then I'd feel bad about it…ugh fine!" He yelled to himself knocking on the door.

A second later the door opened and a violet eye peaked out from the crack. "You?" She asked in a monotone voice. "What do you want?"

"Uh, hi, I'm supposed to be here to um…I don't know exactly," Said Gar. "But it's for community service and I-."

"Go away," Said Rachel shutting the door on his face.

Gar glared at the door and quickly pounded on it again.

She opened back up a little wider this time. "Can I help you?" She asked.

"Yeah, you can let me inside and let me be friendly for twenty minutes," Answered Gar keeping a glare on her.

"I could," Said Rachel. "But I don't think I like that option very much," She said shutting the door again.

Gar balled his fists; he was getting fed up with this girl. Raising his fist to the door he pounded one last time.

"I told you to go away, what part of that doesn't your small brain comprehend?" Rachel asked from inside, not even bothering to open the door this time.

That was it, Gar had enough, he quickly grabbed hold of the door handle and flung it open allowing himself to step inside the room.

Rachel stood there open-mouthed with a look of pure shock on her face, or what he could see of it anyway. "I thought I said-."

"And I'm not getting kicked out of here for not doing what they tell me to," Snapped Gar. "Now I know you're Rachel Roth and I'm Garfield Logan…sooo what else do you want to talk about for…fifteen minutes?" He asked trying to be cheerful.

"I don't talk," Said Rachel folding her arms across her chest.

"Well, humor me and today just act like the normal people here for once," Said Gar.

Rachel sent him a glare that could beat any glare that Gar had ever seen in his entire lifetime. "You are aware that you're in a psycho ward…no one here is normal."

Gar let out a hardy laugh and rolled his eyes at her. "Well yeah…but compared to you they all seem pretty normal to me. Sides the other three I visited were actually kinda nice," He said looking around the room. It was dark, very dark, with a few dark looking figures up on the walls and by her oval shaped bed. "Nice place," he commented.

"Thanks, I know you're being sarcastic though," Said Rachel picking up a book on top of her dresser and making her way across the room to sit on her bed.

"Was not," Defended Gar his voice going higher by about two octaves and then chuckling nervously.

Rachel made a 'hmm' sound and Gar could swear there was a small ghost smile on her face. "No you're not lying because your voice just goes high when you talk naturally," She commented opening her book and placing the bookmark beside her on the bed.

Gar's smile instantly faded. "Dude, why do you have to put me down all the time?" He asked. "I mean you barely even know me!"

"You should be happy I'm even talking to you at all," Said Rachel turning a page on the book, not even bothering to look up at him. "I don't talk to anyone."

"I don't think that's true," Said Gar. "Because I was talking to Dick Grayson and he said that he's kind of friends with you…and Kori…well you had to have talked to her for her to think you didn't want to be friends with her," He said looking satisfied with himself.

"I never talked to Kori," Answered Rachel. "I tend to ignore people, and I only talked to Dick because he seemed like someone that could relate to me."

"So…you have visions too?" Asked Gar.

This got Rachel's attention instantly and she quickly looked up at him with a look that just screamed 'kill'. "No, I don't know what anyone told you but that's not why I'm here."

"No one told me anything," Said Gar. "Which is why I guessed, there was nothing on your file about why you were here I just thought maybe that was it. But okay you say it's not, it's not," He said shrugging. "Do you have like…social anxiety disorder or something?"

"No," Snapped Rachel her hands clutching the book tighter. "Why would I be here if I had social anxiety disorder…better yet I'm surprised you know what that is," She said smirking.

"Maybe you had a really bad case," Suggested Gar. "But anyway usually they say if someone has an eating disorder or tried to-."

"Would you knock it off?" Asked Rachel slamming her book shut. "Some people don't exactly like to talk about why they're here. And no I don't have an eating disorder if that answers what you were talking about before, now please stop talking about this," She said putting her hand to her throbbing temple. "You're giving me a headache."

Gar sighed. "Fine, so what do you do around here for fun?" He asked.

Rachel looked at him oddly and pointed to the huge bookshelf in the corner of her room.

Gar laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world. "Man that's the funniest thing I've heard all day," he said wiping a tear from his eye.

"I like to read…do you have a problem with that?" Asked Rachel raising an eyebrow at him.

Gar let out a nervous laugh and looked around for something to sit on. "No, um I just never met anyone that liked to read for fun," He answered cautiously pulling out a chair from her desk and sitting on it.

"Well, obviously none of your friends are the class valedictorian," Stated Rachel pulling up her legs so she was sitting Indian style on her bed. "Besides there are plenty of things about books that can help you in life."

"Oh and of course you would know this," Stated Gar sarcastically.

"Being stuck in this place for two years gives you a sense of what reality is really like," Rachel answered re-opening her book and skimming over a page not even noticing that Gar was gaping at her in amazement.

"You've been here for two years?" he asked in awe. "Dude, I didn't think it was possible for someone to be in this place for that long…what did you-."

Rachel glanced up at him, her eyes narrowing. "I'm not going to tell you what is wrong with me so stop asking. And yes, I've been here for two years. It's honestly not that big of a deal they just think I can't seem to get better. Though, there's nothing remotely wrong, it's not as if I've tried to kill myself like some of the other idiots in here."

Gar Stared at her open mouthed. "Dude, that's unnatural," He whispered. "So…you've been here sense you were fourteen?"

"Yes," Answered Rachel. "It's not as if I don't have a higher IQ then a ninth grader, I taught myself."

Gar looked at her seeming very confused. "If you're so smart I don't see why you would be here in the first place," He said seeming satisfied with his answer as he leaned back on the chair.

Rachel sighed continuing to read her book. "You know I think it's been fifteen minutes," She said sounding slightly annoyed.

"Oh…right I guess it has, so um, I guess I'll just see you tomorrow then?" Asked Gar Standing up heading towards the door.

"If I let you in," Stated Rachel not even bothering to look up at him.

Gar let out a nervous laugh and pulled the door open. "Right, yeah okay, so I'll see you tomorrow then…bye," He said more of a question then an actual statement.

Rachel gave him a nod, which he guessed was her way of saying goodbye.

Gar took it and walked out the door shutting it softly behind him. "Well…tomorrow's going to be…interesting," He said to the empty hallway.

End Chapter two.

Okay…sooo short chapter huh? I know but the next one will be much longer…promise! …Anywayyyy I'm not sure how much time I'll have to update because of school starting an everything…but when I can I promise I will.

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