AN: Sorry for the slow updates everyone! I've got a really busy life!
Boy 394 decided that he did not like the white room very much.
There was nothing to do in that white room. He was bored all the time. It'd been a week since he'd woken up, and he only knew this because of the lights. At a certain time each day, they'd turn off. When they did, the vitals monitor would pump something into his bloodstream that would knock him out. He knew that because the vitals monitor would make this pumping sound, and seconds later, he'd be out cold. Boy 394 didn't dream very much. In fact, he didn't dream at all. The drugs in his system were obviously why. The night time was his saving grace though. But the day time was the worst.
Today was no different.
Boy 394 woke up as usual from the vitals monitor. He figured out that when it was shrieking, it meant he was waking up. But it was still quite annoying nonetheless.
"SHUT UP!" He yelled, bright red eyes shining in annoyance.
Boy 394 decided that he's had enough of this bullshit, and he pulled his sleeve up to expose the needle. Wincing lightly, Boy 394 extracted it. He smiled triumphantly when the vitals monitor went completely silent. Today was his lucky day. Sighing in relief, the white haired male got up from his place and went to the sink. His wrist was beginning to bleed a lot now.
"Shit." He muttered, turning on the faucet and shoving his wrist underneath.
After fifteen minutes, it finally stopped bleeding. Another sigh of relief passed his slightly chapped lips, and he flopped down on the bed. Aside from the bleeding, today was starting out to be a pretty good day.
Remember when Boy 394 thought this would be a good day? Well, he was completely wrong. Boy 394 was positively starving. That stupid vitals monitor was also and IV monitor, and his food source. No wonder why he wasn't hungry for the past week.
But Boy 394 felt oddly stubborn. He refused to give in.
In the past week, he'd remembered two things. The first was the name Wes. The second was someone telling him that if you drank enough, you could fill your stomach up enough so you weren't hungry. It was oddly convenient, but the memory was an old woman's voice scolding him. "Don't you drink before dinner! It'll fill you up and you won't be able to eat!" was how it went.
Boy 394 walked over to the sink, and he began to drink.
And drink.
And drink some more.
Until finally, he felt as if he'd throw up if he drank anymore. But the most important thing was he wasn't hungry anymore! The snowy haired grinned his shark toothed grin, and splayed himself out on the bed. Boy 394 found himself feeling slightly drowsy, and so he let it lethargically lull him to sleep…..
"Hey little buddy! I'm your new older brother, Wes! Momma doesn't have enough time for us right now, so we're goin' ta Granny's!"
A small boy with red eyes and silky white hair walks up to the doorstep with a baby no older than a few days old. Behind them is a child protection agent, lugging their suitcases up to the house. The boy is holding the small baby protectively in his arms, a wide smile pulling at his lips. The agent knocks at the door, and an old woman immediately answers. She welcomes them in, carefully taking the baby from the little boy's arms.
"Thank you." She says to the agent.
The agent nods, smiling at them. She then leaves them in their new home.
"Wow Granny! Your house is huge!" the little boy squeals.
"Settle down Wes. You'll wake S….."
Boy 394 wakes up with an annoying shrieking noise in his ears.
No.
It's the annoying shrieking in his ears.
He glares at his left wrist, wondering how in the world it got re-inserted into his wrist. He just wanted it to go away-
And just when he wished for it, it came true.
Without him touching it or anything, the needle slid out of his skin. It floated there, coated with Boy 394's blood. He simply stared at it, utterly shocked. Did he just…. Boy 394 simply thought the word 'Down' to test his theory.
The needle clattered to the ground.
WHAT THE F*CK?!