《Unstable》Chapter 2
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I stare at the wall, not to sure how long but everything is just confusing. I dont want to be here but I'm here. I dont know what to do or what to expect. It's what happens when you try to kill yourself, I guess.
"Hey, Sweetheart, it's almost time for breakfast. So hurry and get up, ok," I look up to see the dark haired woman peek on through the door. She has red glasses and blue eyes. "My name's Midnight. I'm a mental health worker and we're going to need you to wear these. I know it's not fair but they are the rules."
She hands me the clothes and with that she leaves. I look at the folded clothes to see that there a light baby blue color. They're scrub-looking. They feel comfortable at least. And with that I put them on and between the pants and shirts, there are black socks. Once I was changed I reluctantly reach for the handle, what happens next when I open this door? What if they drug me up like the rumors? Am I even going to make it? How long am I staying here!? How-why- . . . What if-
"Move out of the way shitface," the door was slammed into me, "and stop fucking murmuring, it's annoying! And here's your stupid bucket, fuck face!" A container was shoved into my gut and the angry blond went into the bathroom.
I can't breathe and it's not because af my anxiety.
"Hey you ok?"
"Huh," I look up to see the purple haired male, who's name was Hitoshi. I think. . . . Yeah it's Hitoshi, " Uh yeah I'm fine, a little wheezy. "
"Yeah, Blasty can be a pain in the ass."
"I heard that you purple fucking muppet."
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He rolled his eyes and pointed to the box in my hands, "The names Hitoshi. Those are higyene buckets. They have the necessities to have good odor."
"Uh, t-thank you," he's nice at least.
He walks to the bathroom and now that I think of it, that's not a door. It was a giant mat that seemed to have magnets as a door. "Move over Blasty."
I heard Katsuki choke. I look in the bucket to see a hair brush, deodorant, soap, shampoo and conditioner. In one, toothpaste, and a toothbrush. I waited for them to get out before I went to the bathroom.
"Hey it's almost time for breakfast so hurry."
"Ok," and with that he leaves with Katsuki following him like an angry duck.
I open the magnet door and it was simple bathroom. A toilet, small shower, and a sink with no mirror. And I brush my teeth.
When I get out the room, I bring my hygiene bucket because Hitoshi and Katsuki walked out with theirs. Midnight sees me and walks towards me and takes the bucket.
"I'm glad you're out, come and meet the others," she smiles and takes me to the beginning of the hall.
This should be fucking great.
There's a room to the side and there's chairs and a table with paper and markers, with a tv also.
"This is the day room, it's where you hang out most of the time or take a nap," I jump at the loud voice and turn to my side to see the blond male. "I'm Hizashi but you can call me Mic."
"Ok," I say weirded out.
I walk into the room and Katsuki was sitting in the corner staring at Hitoshi like a prey, who was coloring with markers. He looks at me and I immediately sit far from him.
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Sitting at the table with Hitoshi is a girl with brown hair and extremely pink cheeks. She looks up and smiles, shit what do I do?
"Hey you with the green curly hair," she points at me, "come color with us."
"U-uh sure. I gue-ess."
I walk over and take a sit next to her. She holds her hand out and I shake it in return, "My names Ochaco Uraraka."
"Izuku Midoryia."
"Cool," then she immediately returns to coloring, smiling. That's not confusing.
So I color because why not. A few minutes later, another boy came into the room. He has blue hair with glasses.
"Hi fellow teenager."
Ochaco looks up, "That's Tenya. And Tenya this is Izuku."
He comes over and sits at the table, "Hi Izuku, like she said I'm Tenya Iida. So when did you arrive."
"Wel-"
I was cut off by the angry blond," He came here last fucking night nerd. Fucking . . . DEKU, couldn't shut up. Kept murmuring like his fucking life depending on it."
"Jeez, your going to wake up the entire unit. Again Bakugou," it was another blond kid with a black lightening streak in his bangs.
"Shut up, discounted pickachu!"
Then a girl with pink hair came in with a red headed boy. The girl had deep bags under her golden eyes. The red head head an innocent looking face with red eyes?
"Come on Bakugou, chill out for a moment and relax," the red head said cooly.
"Shut it you spikey haired idiot."
"Ugh," the pink haired groan, "Hitoshi," said whining," come use your magic and calm down the angry pomeranian."
"Shut the fuck up raccoon eyes!"
The three of them laugh like it was no deal. That angrying him was fun ang games. Like what the fuck os going on.
Then a loud scream pierced the air of laughter. Everyone looked out the window that lead to the hall. The two mental health workers, Midnight and Mic went running down the hall and into another section just outside where we are behind some doors.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME."
"SOMEBODY HELP!"
"IM GOING TO FUCKING HURT YOU"
"Calm down," we could hear Midnight say loudly, "Mic get them to the doctor and get the nurse for a possible sedation."
"Right away," we see Mic run with a child in his arms and that didn't seem to move.
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU BITCH!"
The person yelled again. Practically screaming their head off. We see a man with dark hair that was half up with a scarf. Mic was running with him and he was holding a box.
Then we heard the man say, "Hold 'em down."
What the fuck is going on? Who is the kid screaming bloody murder? Why is everyone frozen?
My thoughts were interrupted by the screaming, "GET OFF OF ME! DON'T YOU DARE PUT THAT NEEDLE IN ME!"
Then they let out a scream and then it was cut off. We heard the radio click on, then Midnight said, "We might need an isolation room open."
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