Chris's POV

  I stepped on the squeaky floor of the psych ward to the therapy room for my examination.

  I was wearing my plain black t-shirt that showed my tattoos and I swung my arms back and forth as I took each angered step towards my counsellor.

  I had no piercings in and I couldn't even do my make up besides eye shadow and concealer because of the stupid fucking rules.

  I hated it so fucking much here. I wish I could get out or have a bit of fun while I'm stuck here in this place.

  I have a bipolar attitude, anger issues and a lot of past issues with my family. I had tried to kill myself in my garage and my neighbor had came over to bring my dad something.

  The neighbor walked in on me cutting at my wrists, crushing pills, and I had a gun sitting in front of me at the same time.

  I had tried to do it because my dad had raped me the day before and my boyfriend recently yelled at me and told me that I was worthless and he told about how shitty I am.

  Yeah, I'm into guys. No big deal. I like girls, too, though so I guess you could say I'm bi.

  Me and my ex, Ricky, had been really good friends since I was a elementary student (grade 1-5) and we've always loved each other as friends (or more) since we had met on the play-ground.

  Just thinking about him makes me wish I could just hold him again. He was the perfect boy. Cute nose, cute hair, cute eyes, adorable smile, good legs...

  Anyways, I had been put in here because the fucking neighbor that saw me a few weeks ago had called the hospital to get me and they contacted Dr. Anderson A.K.A. Dr. McDouchebag, and now I'm stuck here.

  As I reached the therapy room, I knocked and listened for any kind of noise. The door swung open lightly as Dr. Anderson invited me in.

  "Hello, Chris, have you been feeling any better this week?" He walked the the windows and opened the blinds so I would be able to see the scenery.

  He had said before that the snow calmed me down more than anything, but obviously he hadn't seen me around Ricky when him and I were dating.

  "I've been okay, and you?" I spoke in nearly a whisper because I hated to show my feelings around people.

If I'm around friends, I'm louder, but this is different.

  "I've been good. Now could you tell me how you would feel about a female roommate?" He asked me calmly. "She's new here a-"

  "She?" I cut him off "I thought it was prohibited that female and males had conjoined sleeping quarters?"

  "The rules about that here have been changed but if you put either of each other in danger, I will revoke the privilege of you two sharing a room."

"I'm up for it if she is. What's her name?"

  "Her name is Lilith and she just happens to be down the hall right now in room C24. I could walk you there right now if you'd like."

  Dr. Anderson seemed to like making me happy so I followed along with his plan and agreed.

  Maybe she's going to be a good person and we can be friends. Something good might happen for once.