(Don't worry! The other guys will be involved shortly!)

Vic's POV

With my suitcase in one hand and my arm around my mother back, reality started to hit me. I was going to a mental hospital and was getting help. To be honest, I am still terrified to walk through the doors. What will wait for me inside? Will they turn me into a pill popping zombie like everyone else? Before I could even think about, my mother's sobs erupted from her chest.

I tried to comfort my mother by hushing her sobs and muttering soft words to her but to no avail, she was a wreck. With one final hug, she left me and got into the car with my father. I let out a shaky side and soon I feel Mike's warm hand meet mine. I turned to face him and a look of sympathy was on his face.

"It will be okay. The sooner you go in here, the faster you will come out. C'mon bro, let's go inside. I bet it won't be that bad." I shook my head in agreement. It was getting cold and I was even in a sweatshirt. I was not going to show or give any hints to why I was in here so I, being the smartest person in the world, decided to wear a sweatshirt. There was other ways to hide them but god damn, I need to think things through better. We made it up the concrete steps and walked towards the glass doors and terror started to fill me.

"Mike stop. I can't do this. I don't belong in here. I am perfectly fine! See?" I faked a smile, hoping he would buy it, but no. He did the exact opposite. He got done to my height and looked me through his eyes. That was one feature about Mike that I loved. His brown eyes. His eyes were more of a liquid chocolate color that could hypnotize anyone if you stared to long. They just pull you under.

"You have to do this for me. For mom. For dad. For you. You told us and that is a huge step. You can't fall back on this now. I want you to get better and you want to as well. Once you walk through the doors, only help is in there. And that's what you need. And if you try, you will be out soon, and you can be the old Vic that everyone loves. Please?" Mike said, almost begging. I really don't want to do this but… I swallowed the lump in my throat and I nodded my head. Mike smiled and we walked through those metal glass doors. The walls were painted a baby blue and chairs were scattered all around the well lite room. Floor to ceiling windows covered the right wall. The wall facing me was surrounded by one door that looked like it leads down several other halls and to the left; there was a receptionist along with two nurses. Mike took my sweaty palm and walked towards the receptionist. She looked up from her computer, she had a sincere smile on her face and it gave me a slight comfort.

"Hi I am Mike Fuentes, and this is my brother Vic Fuentes. We called earlier about admitting Vic here…" Mike said, trailing on at the end. The lady nodded her head and smiled. She got out of her chair and walked to one of the nurses. You could hear the mumbles and hushed whisperings until they both came over. The nurse was 5'6, slim, caramel colored hair, and deep brown eyes and had a simple complexion.

"Hello Vic. I am Nancy and I am going to take you back to ask you a couple of questions really quick and give you a physical exam. Mike can come along as well if he wants." I nodded my head and before I could even ask, Mike's hand slipped into mine and we proceeded to follow Nancy. We went around the desk into another room that I didn't see before. It was just a few couches and a chair, a water cooler was in back of the room, and the windows were open, letting in a slight breeze. It was almost relaxing in a way. She led us to one of the push couches and sat down.

"The doctor will be here in a moment." She spoke with a light airy voice and a smile grazed her face. Once the oak door was closed, I let out a sign of relief and sunk into the couch. Mike looked over and smiled faintly.

"You are doing so well so far Vic. I know how much you hate people but good job remaining calm and cooperating well." I smiled a bit but remained silent. He knows in situations like these I am not really good at speaking to people I don't know so usually I become mute. Before I knew it, I got lost in my thoughts and a brief knock was on the door and another woman in a white coat and professional clothes entered and took a seat in front of me. She set her clipboard down and sat up with perfect posture.

"Hello. I am Dr. Addison Shepard, the head psychologist here." She turned her head and looked at me. "I believe that you are Vic, I assume?" She asked. I nodded my head and stared at my fingers. Man I have to clip these or something.

"Well Vic, it is a pleasure to meet you. May I ask you a couple of questions?" Her voice softened and I nodded in agreement. This time I looked up and gave her my full attention.

"First off, how old are you?" She asked and I looked to Mike. He nodded his head, understanding and looked to the doctor.

"Sorry, Vic becomes mute when he has to talk to strangers. He doesn't do well with other people. Anyways, Vic is 24." She nodded her head and scribbled it down onto the paper. She popped her head up from the paper and spoke towards us.

"Vic, it is okay that you don't trust people or talk to others but for me to help you, you must talk to me. What has been going on lately?" She looked as if she actually cared and I swallowed hard and began.

"I feel nothing; worthless, like if I am just an old rag doll sitting on a shelf that still needs to be dusted. I can't eat, I can't sleep, and I can't do anything but cut. I need to cut. It is the only thing that makes me feel alive, that I feel good about. I hate going outside because people look at me and point and if I hear a person laugh I think they are laughing about me or making fun of me. It's to the point where I can't sleep. I lay in bed hours on end and I can't do anything. Same with eating. I am never hungry anymore so I don't eat anything. It's to the point where I decided to get help." She scribbled more things down as Mike rubbed my back for support. I breathe out and closed my eyes, feeling a little better getting that off my chest. Soon the click of a pen filled the silence and was set down on the hard wood.

"Well, it is a good thing you came here. We are here to help you, not to kill you or make you take a thousand pills. We want you to enjoy your life and smile and to be happy. In your case, you are the exact opposite. We are going to admit you and help you with your addictions. You'll be out in no time! It was a pleasure to talk to you Vic and I will see you soon!" She smiled as Nancy came in.

"Alright Vic. This is where Mike has to go now. I am sorry but in a week, Mike can visit you again. I am just going to take you to an exam room and get you settled in." I nodded my head and got up off the couch and embraced myself in Mike's arms. I couldn't help but let a few tears escape my face and land onto Mike's Drop Dead hoodie.

"Be strong, Vic. I will see you soon. Try to get better, okay?" He said, his voice breaking here and there. I nodded my head and felt the tears rip my face up. Soon he was released and walked out of the room. Soon, a waterfall was starting from my eyes and Nancy had to lead me into the room. She performed a basic medical exam but near the end, she produces a shot. A shot that had a needle. Needles are my biggest fear.

"Now Vic, I am going to give you a shot. It will hurt for a second and then it is done." She said kindly. I shook my head against it. She cocked her head and looked puzzled.

"It's just for a second! Don't worry!" She came closer and that is when I became wild. I began to scream for help and to get out of there. Nancy tried to calm me down but that failed big time. I accidentally kicked the syringe out of her hand and it went flying. She had a look of surprise and raced to the wall and pressed a button. I continued to scream and run around the room until a group of nurses came. They all tried to get my attention but I ignored them. Soon, I was being held down and was squirming to get out of their grasps until I felt a pinch into my side. Nothing happened and I screamed even louder until I felt a second sharp pinch in my neck. I wiggled even harder but soon felt a warm sensation cast over me. Everything became blurry, warm, and heavy. I couldn't even feel my arms or legs. It felt almost good. I still tried to fight although they were trying to comfort me. Soon my brain became cloudy and I just lay on the soft warm ground looked at the colors on the walls. I didn't realized that I was being pick up and laid on a bed, also having my wrist covered in cotton and being handcuffed to the rails. The colors danced over me until they became dark and I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.