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Clove POV

Its been 2 days since Cato and I had that fight. He just keeps getting worse.

I guess he was telling the truth when he said he was bipolar. Its nighttime and Cato has his headphones on while I stare at the ceiling.

Why couldn't I have gotten a girl roommate so I didn't have to feel awkward trying to sleep.

"Im sorry"

I look over at him wondering if he is asleep and mumbling or singing or talking to me.

"Im sorry clove. Im sorry I punched you"

"Im sorry I threw a book at you"

"Its okay"

"We are so weird"

"I know"

"What are you listening too?"

"This is war by 30 seconds to mars"

"I love them. Thats my favorite song by them"

"Really?"

"Yeah really I don't live under a rock"

"So you wanna play 20 questions?"

"Five only Im tired"

"Okay 5 questions each. Ladies first"

"Okay Cato. How long have you had what ever emotional disorder?"

"4 years. What do you have?"

"Bipolar. So do you have family?"

"Yeah I have a brother Brutus he's here too has things I have but worse I am one of the few people he will talk to. Do you have family?"

"No i used to but things didn't work out well. Have you ever kissed a girl?"

"Yeah but I was 7 and it was my cousin in truth or dare so I don't think that would count. Are you a Virgin?"

"Personal but yeah I am. Are you?"

"Yep. I just told you I have never really kissed a girl so yeah. What did you want to be when you grew up you know before trapped in this hell hole"

"A singer I know its unrealistic but I was a 5 year old with big expectations. Why are you here?"

"My mother didnt know how to handle a kid who was a bit different then shipped me here when I was 11. This is also a rehab center, i broke the lower part of my spinal cord. Its amazing I can even move from the waist down let alone walk or do anything I can do. Why are you here?"

"My father used to beat me. My mom did nothing and let him. He never sexually abused me but he hit me all the time punched me kicked me. He started to do to that when I was 5. I grew violant and took it out on my brother once. My father never beat him so I snapped. I broke my brothers nose, right hand, and he got 22 stitches. He wasn't mad at me though I think he knew I was bound to snap at one point. My father continued to beat me for years my mother would get drunk to escape it and ignore it and my brother was never home. One of the neighbors reported noise complaints and my school noticed the bruises and cuts on me. That was 2 years ago and I have been in foster care since"

"Oh I'm sorry i asked"

"No Cato its okay. I have never told anyone before and its better that I did"