The hot flame burned against his face and he squinted into the fire. A dark figure stood among the flames. The smell of burning flesh filled the dark room, and he shielded his face from the heat. The figure was not very tall maybe just over 6 feet. He stood like he was the tallest man in the world though. He had knives for fingers. The figure came into the light of the fire and Coden could see his face. His eyes were filled with fear. The man had ice blue eyes that pierced through him. Coden felt as if the man could see through to his soul. His face was horribly burned. He smiled maliciously at Coden. His teeth were a brown yellow. Then he spoke;
"Hello Coden…" His voice was raspy, harsh, yet smooth and collected at the same time. Coden cringed at the sound of it. It reminded him of his father. His breath smelled worse than the burning flesh. He backed up as far as he could before he was against a smoking hot boiler. The burnt man slinked over to him, easy steps… very calmly. He let his finger knives scrape across the metal pipes and railings. Screeee. As the figure got close to Coden he closed his eyes and counted backwards from ten out loud.
"nine, eight, seven " The rancid smell lessened. "six, five, four" It was getting cooler. "three, two, one." Coden sat up in shock. His pupils were dilated and black filled his whole eye. He looked around his dark room and reached for a lamp. He fumbled with it and the sweat on his palms wouldn't let him grasp the pull string. He finally grabbed it and pulled it and looked around. The walls were white. No decoration and they weren't even a cream white, or an off whit, they were purely white. The sheets were white. His pillows were uncomfortable down and he's allergic to them. Not to mention he has to share the room with four other individuals. He checked his clothes for rips or tears.
"Turn that fucking light off, Coden, before I beat the crap out of you." That was Jason. Jason is about six feet tall. He has long dark brown hair that came down to his shoulders. His eyes were a light blue. He ended up here after holding a knife to his parents and threatening to blow up the house. Jason liked fire… he's a real Pyromaniac. He's not like one of the high school, middle school kids who move their hand over a flame from a zipper or some crap lighter and think it's the greatest thing in the world, Jason wants to burn everything. He once lit an old orphanage into flames with kids inside it. "Turn it off!" Jason is 18. The state makes him stay here.
"God damn it Coden just turn the fucking light off!" That's Krista. She used to be a lithium Barbie doll before she came here. Her mother stuck her on every anti-depression just so she didn't have to spend money to send her here, it didn't work… "Coden I'm going to kill you. Turn the fucking light off. Some of us sleep at three a.m." She turned over and put her head under her pillow. Despite Krista's tough bitch exterior, she's harmless, not to mention drop dead gorgeous. She is very pale, and she has long black hair that comes down to her waist. She has dark green eyes. Krista is the youngest. She's 14.
The other kids in the room were Harold, and Seth. They were still sleeping.
Now, Harold was a pretty normal kid, except for his personality disorders and the intense need for anger management. Harold was a big kid. He was short so it make him look bigger. He had glasses and a light case of acne. Her was about 17. Harold had everything in the book. Harold was paranoid, schizoid, schizotypal, antisocial, borderline, histrionic, narcissistic, avoidant and dependent. On top of all that he's an angry young man. One time a kid started in with him in the mall and he beat him senseless. The only reason he didn't go to jail was because they thought he was clinically insane. They sent him here… for free. Most of the time though, Harold was completely normal.
Seth is here because he's a druggie, and he's only 16. He is in her for crystal methadone, crack, pot, and ecstasy. This is like rehab for him. He doesn't say much and doesn't do much of anything. He sits there in a trance most of the time. When he does talk, however, it's usually something very intelligent, yet completely irrelevant to the conversation. He's the kind of kid that knows a bunch of worthless information that no body really cares about.
Coden has short Blonde hair and brown eyes, he always has messy hair. Coden was put in here for a different reason. He was convinced that there was a man out to get him, in his dreams. Doctors would tell him that he has a wild imagination. They would tell his mother that he suffers from depression and the man was an excuse that he was hurting himself unconsciously, like in a night terror. He would argue with them that he didn't own any thing that could make four slashes like that. They argued that anything could be used to do that, although they couldn't name an object that could do that. Coden has asked for Hypnocil, an un-stable un-safe drug that suppresses a persons dreams, but the doctors refused and told himthat it was still being tested and it was too risky andthat the most they could do was send him to western hills, the hospital he's in now. Now Coden lays wide awake in his bed watching the ceiling fan rotate all night.