"Who's the new bitch?"

Asked Atlas

I was terrified, I didn't know what to say.

All of the other girls turned to look at me.

"I- um-"

I stuttered

Anxiety began to well within me. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think.

"Atlas! Quit scaring the new girl!"

Yelled Nancy, returning from the nurses station.

"I'm not scaring her!"

Yelled Atlas in return to Nancy's remark.

The mental health technician looked up from her novel after hearing the sudden commotion.

"Atlas, What did your therapist say?"

Atlas remained quiet for a few moments

"Exactly, now, apologize to Margo."

"I'm sorry... M-Margo?"

I nodded, trying to hold back tears.

I hated being called a bitch. It killed me inside. It felt like someone was tearing my soul with their words. I knew that he probably didn't mean to hurt me but it sure hurt.

by the time everyone had calmed down, it was time for hygiene. and who would've guessed that Atlas, out of all of the other patients, was my roommate.

We were all given towels and a small Styrofoam cup of body wash.

"Why don't you just give us the single use bottles?"

I asked.

"'Cause the other girls shove the bottles up themselves and it gets stuck."

Chimed in Nancy before the mental health tech could respond to my question.

"Oh."

I say, repulsed.

I watched Atlas get his cup and towel and sneak off to our room without the nurses or tech noticing.

"Now the showers can be a bit finicky, so-"

"I'll be fine!"

I say trying to get the tech off my tail as I walk to the room as my curiosity peaked. As I step into the doorway, I hear something I've never heard outside of pornography or walking in on my parents when I was 6.

Moaning.

I step further slowly, and I see no one else but Atlas pinned against the wall by who appeared to be a male mental health technician with his pants off.

His cock was hard.

I didn't know what to think, but I just watched in awe and I was totally frozen for a few seconds. Then, I felt a heat rush across my face as I blushed hard. I had to get out of there before they noticed.

I tiptoe back out of the room in a hurry, hoping they didn't see me enter.

When I left the room, I rushed back down the pastel hall and into the dayroom, still blushing.

I sat down abruptly and Nancy, always one for the drama, sits on a chair next to me.

"What did you see in there?"

"I- uh-"

I laughed nervously

"Ooh, He was with James wasn't he?"

"James?"

"You know, the tech who fucks some of the patients, he's a full fledged sex-o addict-o."

"No kidding."

I say, no longer blushing.

"Isn't he like 20-something?"

"Yep"

"And how old is Atlas?"

"17."

I shifted my gaze back to the door of our room and then back to Nancy

Then, we see Atlas, stumbling out of the room with his hair wet so it looks like he just took a shower.

"Holy shit."

We both say in unison as he walks into the dayroom.

He notices.

"Do you two have a problem?"

"Atlas, What did I tell you?"

Chimed in the tech, saving our asses.

After Atlas waddled over to the couch,I looked at Nancy for reassurance as I got up from the chair and walked to our room.

The room reeked of sweat and musk. It was oddly arousing knowing that Atlas was absolutely getting railed earlier. But I brushed the thoughts away as soon as they arrived. What was odd was I never saw James leave or enter this room. To be honest, I've never seen him before. He must have worked in the opposite unit. Unit Birch, The male unit.

As I turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower, I looked down at my nude body and thought about all of the previous times I've had sex. And how it happened so many times I lost count. I felt like a slut. So much so where I began to cry and crouch down on the shower floor and let the water flow over me. Oddly, it calmed me down. It made me feel like I was crouching down in the rain like how I did as a child who was terrified of getting struck by lightning. After I soaped myself up and rinsed off, I turned off the water and stepped out watching the droplets fall onto the cream colored tile. I wrapped up in the towel and tried to put on my scrubs again.

They were ripped in the crotch.

"Dammit!"

So, rather stupidly in retrospect, I walked out of my room wearing nothing more than a towel wrapped around my body and with my long hair slapping against my bare back, I walked the so called 'walk of shame' to the nurses station. Once I made it to the nurses station, Nurse Jessica's eyes widened and she immediately ushered me into an empty exam room with new scrubs.

After I changed, I gave my used towel to Jessica and I was told to go sit in the dayroom.

The dayroom was mostly empty with only Atlas, Nurse Jessica, Nancy, and a few other girls were sitting around the TV.

It was the news channel, a famous rock star died.

Some of the girls were actually crying, while others just looked sad as hell.

Maybe an hour later, it was time to go to bed.

Me and Atlas stood outside the door to room 602, waiting for a nurse to open the door. When a nurse finally came to our door to open it, Atlas rushed inside while I was given sheets and a blanket and was told to make my own bed.

Inside the room, it was dark and cramped. The only window was about 10 feet up and it was only a sliver of glass. The only light was two small fluorescent square lights above our beds. It looked more like a jail cell than a hospital room.

"Well, New-Bitch, This is where we sleep."

Said Atlas, plopping onto the thin mattress, making the mattress hiss.

"Call me Margo, that's my name."

Atlas chuckled.

"Why should I call you by your name?"

He laughed more.

"You are just the new girl, there isn't anything special to you yet."

I gave him a stern glare but I brushed it off.

'Everyone in this shithole is fucking insane.'

I thought to myself trying to make myself feel better.

"Exactly how long have you been here, Atlas?"

I asked honestly.

"Two years."

'Two years? Why would anyone be here that long?'

"Wow, what did you do to earn yourself that much time?"

"That's none of your fucking business."

Barked Atlas.

"OK, sorry I asked."

By the time I finished making my bed, I was more than ready to sleep.