Trigger Warning: Self harm thoughts, panic attack, violence.Third Person POV:The other teens came back from the cafeteria and went back to their tables. Two sat with Evan.

"Hello. I'm Sally," said a girl with long brown hair, a P!ATD shirt, and glasses.

"And I'm Taylor, " said a boy who looked like he just walked off a modeling set. He had short brown hair, a brilliant smile, and was pretty cute to top it all off.

"H-hi. I'm Evan, " Evan said nervously.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, why are you here?" Asked Sally.

"O-oh... um... I-I... jumped... out of a tree... " Evan said, curling into himself.

"Hey, don't worry. We wont judge. We all have problems here, but we're here to get better," Taylor reassured.

"Thank-Thank you," Evan slightly smiled.

"Hey. I'm John," a boy with medium-length hair said to Connor.

"Go away," Connor replied coldly.

"Hey, buddy, I'm just trying to make you feel more comfortable."

Connor slammed his hands onto the table and got up, all eyes on him.

"I'm. Not. Your. Buddy."The room was dead silent. Connor walked down the shorter hall, going right. Down that hall were two rooms that were actually a part of unit six.

Connor grabbed a sign off the wall and broke it over his knee and then he punched the wall. A staff member, also known as a tech, came over towards him. Connor held a piece of the sign, the point faced at the tech.

"Come on now, man. It's okay. Just drop the sign," said the techtech, whose name tag read "Wes."

Connor saw that he was serious and dropped the sign, following the man into the quiet room.

Evan heard Connor slam his hands on the table and yell. He felt the tears build up in his eyes, the panic in his chest, his breath taken away. As Connor got more and more violent, Evan got worse. He curled up, holding his knees. He started crying quietly, not wanting anyone to get upset with him. He started taking short, quick breaths and closed his eyes.

"Evan? Are you okay?" Asked Taylor. When Evan didn't respond, Sally got up to get someone. Toby, the nurse from earlier that day, walked up to Evan.

"Evan? Evan? Hey, come in here with me." Evan shakily got up and followed Toby into a room with the sign "Group Room 2" beside the door. The room had two white boards, one covered in writing, and chairs lined the walls.

"Okay, Evan. I need you to breathe for me. In and out, in and out." Evan nodded and tried to breathe, slowly calming down. Once he waswas calm enough, he stared at the floor, embrassed.

"Hey, this is okay, Evan. It's normal. It's okay. Now, I'm going to give you a prn. Is that okay?" Toby asked.

"Ye-Yeah," Evan replied.

Toby smiled and said, "Okay. Let's get you back in there. They're doing a group now and then we'll have a break, another group, then snack."

"Okay. Can-Can we go back?"

"Of course."

Toby gave Evan Benadryl and sent him back to the group.

He got another prn and water cup ready for Connor, who was still in the quiet room

Connor sat there, in the empty, white room. There was mearly a chair and on one side a circular mirror and the other a camera. He sat there embrassed, ashamed.

"Damn it.. I wasn't supposed to be here... I was supposed to be dead... " Connor whispered to himself under his breath. He sighed and stared at his arm, already covered in scars.

"What's one more?" Cobnor asked himself with a slight, sad, laugh.

Author's Note

Oof. So, a guy really did what Connor did. Not exactly, but the guy got mad, broke a sign, and used it to scare the techs. A tech is someone who leads the groups, does the paperwork, and just generally watches patients. Some are good, some are bad. I'm not gonna change the staff members names, because it's confusing enough with the patients, tbh.

An extra special thanks to Flyingpotaowo for favoriting and following this story and me! Wow. I'm honestly just shooketh.

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I will post a chapter a week from now on, but I don't know which day. Wednesday or Friday?