Chapter 2
Brendon could feel the car stop, tears stuck in his eyes because he wouldn't cry. He would be strong. With his bag in one hand, his stuffed lion Alexander in the other, he got out of the car. His mother wasn't even walking in with him.
"B-Bye Mommy, I lo-love you.." he quickly turned around and said, wanting to see his mother one last time before he left. His mother didn't say anything as she shut his door, driving off quickly without looking back once. Brendon could feel his stomach drop, his heart breaking, and he wanted to lay down and die by this point. He couldn't believe his mother didn't say goodbye. It must of been too hard for her, she will be back for me on my birthday. She will be back. She promised. Brendon walked in, seeing a woman dressed up in a black dress, only white at her chest and partly her hat, the other part being black. With a cross necklace, and a small smile, she took Brendon's note. Being really tall helped though, and she spoke to Brendon as if he was an adult.
"Hello, would you follow me?" she asked, Brendon nodding as he kept behind her quickly. He didn't want to get lost in a dreadful place like this. Her bright blue eyes made Brendon feel comfortable around the woman. "My name is Sister Abigail," she spoke quietly, opening a door to show many individual, stiff looking beds. The gray wallpaper peeling off in most parts, and the aluminum flooring looking worn out. "This is the older boy's room, you will be staying here.." she spoke, looking slightly down at Brendon. All he could do is nod as he frowned, looking over the bars on the windows. It looked like a prison. "Any questions?" she asked, opening the door to leave if Brendon had none.
"Wh-Where are t-the other bo-boys?" he asked, not that he was worried because he rather not see or interact with them. Sister Abigail just smiled as she pointed to a window, happy, older boys playing outside in the spring sun. Brendon nodded, waving a goodbye to Sister Abigail, she waved back, turning so quickly her black bangs moved a bit. Brendon made his way to his bed slowly, putting his bag under his bed, and jumping on his bed as he waited for the other boys to come in. He wanted to cry though, but he had to be strong about the situation. Mommy would want me to be strong. She wants me to be strong. He held in his broken emotions, Alexander sitting on his lap comfortably. He could hear the door open, quickly looking up to see if it was Sister or not. Only a tall boy came in, actually more of sneaking in, and he kept quiet as he watched him. From where Brendon could see, he had hazel colored eyes, long brown hair, pale skin, and worn looking clothes. Brendon squeezed Alexander, slightly fearful of the new boy. He was way taller, and could easily beat Brendon's ass if he wanted. He moved a little in his bed, making a slight squeaking noise, also making the boy jump and turn around.
"I-I'm sorry," Brendon quickly said, chewing on his bottom lip as he held Alexander close to his frame. The boy only turned back around, not saying a word to Brendon. "I, um," Brendon spoke up again, making the boy turn back around. "Um, I-I'm new he-here," he told the boy, hoping he would show him around the place. "I'm Br-Brendon," he mumbled, his fingers getting tangled in Alexander's dirty blonde mane. The boy got something from under his bed before coming to Brendon.
I'm Ryan, he wrote down, Brendon only being confused because why wouldn't the kid talk? Brendon took out his hand, Ryan giving him the pencil as he wrote down his response. Why aren't you talking? Brendon asked, Ryan giving off a shrug as he took the pencil back to write. Be careful here, don't trust anyone. Ryan wrote before the door swung open, a lot of boys running in quickly. Ryan left just as fast, if not faster, putting the piece of paper and pencil under his bed. Brendon clutched onto Alexander, scanning the room with scared, chocolate brown eyes. One of the many boys went past him, smirking widely as he checked Brendon out. Brendon could feel his face heat up, but didn't look at the boy again. A different nun came in, her being much older than Sister Abigail, and she looked way stricter as well. With crows feet, wrinkles, and a thin lipped smile, she yelled over the commotion.
"Boys!" she called, making Brendon tuck Alexander away and get off the bed. "Come on, time to go to class," she called, looking at Brendon with a slightly surprised look. As the boys filed out, Brendon was last, not wanting to gain any unwanted attention. "Who are you?" she asked, a more softer tone than Brendon thought she would have.
"Bre-Brendon U-Urie," he stuttered, making the new sister nod slowly. The nun put her hand on his shoulder, leading him into one of the many rooms. It looked like math class, a subject where Brendon was very talented in.
"I'm Sister Margaret, this is one of your classes. Math," she told Brendon, making him nod as he walked in. He could feel her hand leave his shoulder, and the door slam shut as he looked around for an empty seat. The only empty one was by the boy he met earlier, Ryan. He took his seat, seeing that a chubby male was the teacher. He had short, dirty blonde hair with bright green eyes, and a black robe on that matched his black shoes. Why is he wearing a robe? Did he just wake up or something?
"Okay, pass back the papers and do the assignment," he said easily, his eyes running over Brendon a couple times before going to his desk. Brendon took a pencil from the dip in the desk, seeing that it was already sharpened, and started with the problems easily. Looking up, making sure no one was looking, he tore a black part off to write on. Why is he wearing a robe? He wrote, sliding it over to Ryan. Ryan looked at him before looking at the note, but quickly wrote down an answer. Brendon could've sworn he saw him smile a little. He is a monk, Ryan wrote back, but Brendon was still confused on what that meant. So? Brendon wrote down, handing it back to Ryan who just rolled his eyes. A monk is kinda like Sister Margaret, they wear kinda the same robes. Brendon nodded, writing on the his worksheet, filling in the answers before writing back to Ryan. What's his name? Brendon asked, Ryan quickly writing Saint Patrick. Brendon nodded, crumpling up the little piece of paper and putting it in his pocket. After watching Ryan put in his answers, Saint Patrick got up, picking up all the worksheets. Coming to pick up Brendon's paper, he noticed a part missing. He gave the boy a questioning look before picking up that paper.
"What's your name, boy?" he asked, making Brendon look up at the monk. Brendon could see his eyes were filled with confusion, did no one tell anyone he was coming?
"B-Brendon Urie," he mumbled, making Saint Patrick nod as he walked off with the sheets of paper. Some of the boys snickered in front of him, probably because he stuttered. Brendon sank low into his seat, not wanting to be seen by the mean, older boys. Ryan watched Brendon, frowning a little as he saw Sister Margaret come in again, calling the boys for dinner. Brendon got up slowly, taking the pencil and stuffing it in his shoe for later. Just in case he wanted to draw or something. He really loved drawing, even if he wasn't good at it, he thought it was always really fun. Walking out of the classroom last again, he followed Ryan to the cafeteria. It still looks like a prison. The food is probably more disgusting than the food at my school. Brendon got in the slow moving line, grabbing a broken, gray tray. He went through, getting some of the food he couldn't even recognize at first. He got a spoon, some chocolate milk, and looked around because he didn't know where to even sit. It's going to be the same as school, I'm going to sit alone. Brendon headed to an empty table, sitting down on the cold metal bench that was connected to the table. He opened his chocolate milk, smelling it first to make sure it was good or not. Thankfully, it smelled wonderful, making Brendon chug it down quickly. After drinking all of his milk, all he could do was stare at the gooey, white substance on his plate. Not trusting to take one bite, he got up to throw away the leftovers and put his tray back up. As he walked back, some kid with dreadlocks tripped him, making Brendon fly forward. Hitting the floor hard, he whimpered in pain as he could hear a howl of laughter behind him. He could feel his eyes burn as he got up, knowing that he couldn't cry now in front of all the boys. He quickly got to his table, hearing some of the boys call him a fag as he sat down. He bit his tongue, not wanting to say anything back to make them pissed. Brendon didn't want to get beat up his first day here. With his back slouched over, he waited for what he thought was forever for Sister Margaret to come get them.
"Showers," she called, Brendon removing himself slowly, making sure the kid with the dreadlocks wasn't near him. He could already tell that he was a dick to new kids, and he didn't want to even sleep near him. Brendon couldn't believe that they had to take showers together though, he thought the idea was weird. He never had to take showers with anyone else. Not even with his mother when he was little. He was always alone. The cold air hit his skin as soon as he peeled off his clothes, taking a empty corner away from everyone. Now Brendon had a habit while taking a shower; he loved to sing. Singing was one of Brendon's gifts, said so by his other family members. The hot water shook Brendon out of his thoughts, feeling his skin burn slightly as he stood under the shower. He didn't get his hair wet though, knowing that he didn't have a straightener with him here. His hair wouldn't be as straight as it was now, and Brendon hated that. After his washed his body, making sure nobody could see him, and the water automatically shut off. He quickly got one of the towels, wrapping himself up quickly, drying off so he could put his PJs on afterwards. Ryan poked his shoulder, making Brendon flinch and shut his eyes tight. Ryan frowned, turning Brendon around fully and poking him again. Brendon slowly opened his eyes, seeing Ryan's pale, wet face looking at him concerned. Brendon smiled weakly at Ryan, keeping quiet as he filed out to go get dressed.
"Do we g-get dressed i-in h-here?" Brendon asked Ryan, the older boy just nodding as he went over to his bed to get dressed. Brendon looked around before letting his towel fall, quickly getting his clothes from his bag. Putting on an old t-shirt, boxers, and some baggy pants before taking off his shoes, and putting the stolen pencil in his bag. He climbed on his bed, putting Alexander in his lap quickly as Sister Abigail came in to turn off the lights. We're going to bed already? Brendon quickly went under the feathery covers, snuggling tightly against the lion, too paranoid to even sleep. He could hear sounds around him, some people walking, some snoring. Not until someone walked by his bed was he shaking, not wanting anything to happen to him overnight. The door creaked open, showing dim light before it was shut again. Who's leaving? Brendon chewed on his dry bottom lip, anticipating an attack from the older boys. Not until there was a dip in his bed that he let out a whimper, shutting his eyes tightly to block anyone out. A hand was feeling up Brendon's shoulder, not doing anything else except feeling for him. The hand left as soon as he came, making Brendon let out a breath he didn't even know he held inside. He let his heart calm down, but still couldn't go to sleep. Brendon knew it was going to be like this, sleepless nights every night. It wasn't that different from home.