Connor's POV:The lights came on and I heard a man say, "Good morning. Fifteen minutes until breakfast." I groaned and got up. I got our hygiene baskets from outside the door.
"Evan, you need to get up. Do you want to not be able to leave the unit?"
"Huh?" Evan replied, confused and rubbing his eyes.
"Get up and get ready." I handed him his basket and went to grab myself my jeans. I went into the bathroom, got out of my sweatpants and into jeans and started to brush my teeth.
"Connor? C-can I go to the, um, bathroom?"
"Yeah, just go. I'm not gonna watch you. It's what you do in places like this."
"O-oh."
I sighed and left to the day room.
"Do your daily inventory before breakfast, Connor," said the same man from before who handed me the paper and a golf pencil.
I sat down at my table from yesterday and filled out the paper and finished just as Evan came out.
God, I wanted to just... hold him and love him... But, I was supposed to be the "crazy, raged filled, threw a printer at the second grade teacher, Connor Murphy" and it was miserable. Maybe, if I just had a hope he liked me, I could change. For him.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by Evan tapping on my shoulder. "Huh?"
"Connor, they're leaving for breakfast."
"I can't go, remember? Not until dinner. Why aren't you going?" I asked.
"I wouldn't con-contract for sa-safety. Why would I tell them if I wanted to hurt my-myself?" Evan said. I nodded.
"Evan, if you don't want to tell them, tell me?"
"I-I... umm.. I can't do that. I'm sorry." Evan got up and grabbed his breakfast, sitting at a different table.
"Connor, do you want some breakfast?" Derek, a tall dark skinned man asked.
"No thanks," I sighed and put my head down.
~ About Twenty Minutes Later ~
Evan
Taylor, Sally, and Lavender all sat with me. I noticed a tall, older boy with blonde hair and a wrap on his arm.
"That means he got close. I wish I got close," I thought, unknowingly staring at his arm.
"Are you okay, man?" The boy asked.
"Huh?"
"You're staring at my arm, man."
"Oh. I'm s-so sorry!"
"Y-yeah..." The boy turned away.
"Okay, everyone, let's do morning wrap up. It's the same as last night, but just how you are this morning," Derek said.
Everyone else went and then it was my turn. I got through most of the questions, then I started to cry when I got to why I was here.
"I-I'm s-sorry..." I said as Derek took me to the quiet room.
"What's wrong, Evan?" Derek asked.
"I... I guess it just hasn't sank in... Y-you know... W-what I did..." I explained and Derek nodded.
"It'll be okay. If you need to talk or want to hurt yourself, come talk to someone."
"O-okay..." I said, knowing I wouldn't.
Author's Note
Hello! I'm so sorry I was gone for a while. My depression hit really, really hard for three really bad days and I deleted this app because not even the fluffiest of fluff could cheer me up. But, I feel so much better! I honestly woke up the next day feeling like a whole new person. I saw a new review and felt inspired to come back and work on this story.
I'm going to try to update this weekly, but I go back to school August 7th, so I'm going to be readjusting to it and doing homework. I'm in 8th grade, band, Spanish 1 (a high school class! :), and sadly have gym first period.
Oh! I started an Etsy shop called DreamerGirlArt to help me raise money to go to Washington DC and to help pay for my 8th grade dance costs. I sell handpainted items and would love if you'd check it out.
I also created a meme Instagram account which is lucy_likes_meme_spam. I post pretty much everything I find funny. Musicals, text posts, and more. Check it out if you'd like.
Anyways, thank you so much for reading! Leave a review and ask some hospital questions.