You're on the next train
Into my thoughts
And all that lies beyond
You're on the next train
To my inner-most secrets
And what I live for
You're on the next train
To my emotions
And how I survive
You're on the next train
To my soul
After an hour and a half the bell rang signaling the end of group therapy. Avery had a free block and decided to go back to her room to relax for a little. Unfortunately the patients weren't allowed to have lighters, candles, or incense so it was hard for her to unwind. She opened the closed, white door and stepped into the room to see Brendan laying face down on his bed. She made as little noise as possible and crept across the room to her bed and sat down. The bed creaked under her weight and Brendan bolted upwards. His eyes looked right at her but he seemed to see through her.
"Hey," she muttered weakly feeling tired from group therapy.
"What do you want?" he snapped at her. She was taken aback. Her eyes glared and the corners of her mouth turned downward into a frown.
"Well sorry for being polite and greeting you," she huffed and jumped off of her bed. She left the room, slammed the door, and marched down the hall to the library. In the library she took a seat in one of the lumpy, overstuffed chairs. Behind her a young boy was looking through one of the few comic books that were on a rack on the cream colored wall.
"What's wrong?" the little boy asked her. His voice startled her and she jumped before turning around to face him. He didn't look a day over six with his big, innocent, light brown eyes, messy, dirty blonde hair, and smattering of freckles over his tanned face.
"Oh nothing. Just having problems with my roommate," Avery responded to him.
"Oh, okay. I'm Justin, what's your name?" Justin asked. Aww, this kid is sweet, Avery thought.
"I'm Avery," she replied with a small smile. He held out his hand and she took it and shook it.
"Justin, if you don't mind my asking, how old are you?" Avery asked him.
"I'm twelve," he responded. Geez he's young!, Avery thought.
"Oh, what're you in here for?" Avery asked.
"Inhalants," he snorted. Avery nodded in understanding, been there, done that.
"How about you?" Justin asked.
"I'm a heroin and coke addict. And I cut," she replied. He was surprisingly easy to talk to and his big, brown eyes seemed so caring and understanding. He gave her a broad, toothy grin as he protruded a lollipop from his pocket.
"For you!" he exclaimed as he handed it to her. She took it and gave him a grin as big as his.
"Please don't cut yourself," he smiled as he got up and left. At the door a tall, blonde woman was waiting. She shared Justin's big, brown eyes and Avery wondered if she was his mother. She looked down at the lollipop in her hand and smiled again. Justin had just made her day.
