day six - new boy

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Cierra,
I didn't have a seizure if that's what you heard because apparently that's what everyone here thinks. I'll explain later, hard to do in a letter. Anyway, there's a new boy I have yet to meet. Exciting. I'll keep you updated. I love you Cierra, I'll be home soon.
- Vickybear
P.S. That's what Calum calls me, do you like it? Shit, you don't know who Calum is. Guess that will have to come later.

"His name is Michael," Steph whispered to me as we walked to group. I nodded slightly, chewing on the inside of my cheek. "I haven't really talked to him but he seems cool, cool for being in a mental hospital, at least." I was exciting to meet the boy, truly, but I was also excited for a different reason. I wasn't going to be the "new kid" at the hospital anymore. For the past five days, that's what I felt I was. It was like being the new kid at school, where you knew no one and you were just thrown into a group of people that you didn't know, and you were expected to try to make friends, or fit in at least. Maybe it wasn't the same at the hospital; you weren't expected to make friends, were you? Or maybe you were. It was a mystery within itself.

I thought about the new boy Michael the whole walk to group therapy. I wondered if I would try to figure him out too, like everyone else here. I also pondered over what he would be like. An asshole, like Jimmy? Or sweetheart, like Calum? But Calum also had this side to him that made him seem almost bad-boy like; even though in the back of my mind I knew he wasn't. But then again, maybe he was. I had only known the boy for five days, and there was still alot of things I didn't know about him. Maybe some things I wouldn't be able to figure out.

I walked into group and immediately looked around for this so-called Michael, spotting his quickly, and it was pretty easy, if we're being honest.

He sat slouched back in the uncomfortable seats we were forced to sit in, his fingers tapping away on his thighs. He wore a simple black shirt that looked like he had cut the sleeves off; and he wore a pair of black jeans, too. I had to say that I liked his hair the most, though. It was pure white, with a black stripe down the middle. I thought Jimmy was joking when he said it was "like a skunk but backwards" but this kid doesn't joke around. I hadn't realized I was staring at him until he nodded at me, and smiled. It was small and almost not noticeable, but I took in details like that pretty easily. His smile made me want to fix my hair, so I ran a hand through it. Then reminded myself that I was in a hospital and I couldn't make myself look any better than I already did. Which was pretty horrible, if I do say so myself. But something about this boy made me want to make myself look somewhat presentable - I'm not sure what, but there was something.

I sat in my normal seat next to Calum, my leg jittering slightly. It was scary to be back in group - I had missed almost everything yesterday because of my meltdown. No one really knew exactly what happened other than Calum and Steph, but turned out people like to make up what happened to me.

The most common rumor, Steph had said, was that I had a seizure. I'm not even sure who made that one up but it was so ridiculous that I almost laughed. Another rumor was that Steph had tried to murder me, which Steph and I both laughed at. The kids at the mental hospital, they have quite the imagination.

Group began and we we forced to introduce ourselves again, since Michael was here.
"Vicky, sixteen, I believe punk rock is good for the soul. I'm here because I'm depressed, and because apparently I have seizures." At the last part, I smirked at the rest of the group and I could see most of them trying to hold in a laugh. Linda, the therapist, gave me a stern look since she doesn't like sarcasm in therapy.

I just shrugged and let the rest of the group talk, going over their names again. And then Michael started, and I sat up a little taller in my chair. "Michael, eighteen, I enjoy playing video games and sleeping. I'm not really sure why I'm here." he shrugged and slouched back in his seat again.

Linda tried to get him to at least try to tell us why he was here, but he wouldn't budge. I secretly wondered if he really didn't have a reason, or maybe it was just too personal for him.

"I don't know, my parents just dropped me off here like it was no big deal, maybe it was because I played too many video games?" Jimmy scoffed at this, rolling his eyes. I swore this boy never liked anyone. Except Maura. There was a ninety percent chance he liked her.

"That's not a reason to be in a mental hospital," Jimmy clicked his tongue, sitting up a bit straighter in his chair.

"Well then what is?" Michael shot back.

"We're messed up," he pointed his finger around the room, looking at us all. "We're fuck-ups, that's what we are."

I didn't want to agree with him, but I kind of had to. It was true. We didn't belong in the real world so we ended up here.

"Well you don't even know about me," Michael spits, crossing his arms across his chest.

"I'm Michael, I'm eighteen, and I enjoy playing video games and sleeping." Jimmy mimicked him, and I held back a laugh. I looked over to Calum who seemed to be enjoying the two boys fight, his eyes flickered from one boy to another with a gleam in his eye.

Michael simply scoffed, not saying anything. I think he had given up on the boy, realizing fighting with him wasn't going to get him anywhere.

"Oh, I'm Michael, and I'm in a mental hospital because I play too many video games! It must be serious!" Jimmy used a girly-like voice, gasping at the end. Michael kindly flipped him off, smirking along with it. Linda put a stop to their fighting after that.

"So, who would like to start?" Linda asked, looking around the circle at the sullen teenagers. No one raised their hand, like always. Who wants to tell people you hardly know about your problems and have them try to help you? I never understood.

"Vicky, why don't you start?" I snapped out of the thoughts when I heard my name, bolting up in my chair. "Me?" I mouthed, pointing to my chest. It was almost like that scene in the end of Sixteen Candles - where Sam walks out of the church and Jake Ryan is there standing outside for her. Except I'm in a mental hospital, and there was no Jake Ryan here. Except maybe sitting next to me.

Wait, what am I thinking.

"Yes, you, Vicky, you've seemed to be having some problems lately." I flinched at the thought of yesterday but nodded, trying to think of something to say. "Uh, yeah. I had some problems yesterday.." Pause. "I didn't have a seizure," I chuckled. "And, Steph didn't try to murder me, either." I looked at the girl who acted so totally different in group then she did in our room. She liked to say everything and anything in ou room - but she seemed shy in real life. Another mystery.

"Okay, and how did you feel after the, incident, happened?" Linda made sure not to mention anything, since she knew I didn't really want anyone else to know. "Uh, confused. Sad. Scared, even?" I shfited around in my chair having an awkward feeling knowing everyone was watching me, waiting for an answer. "And, who did you ask to talk to afterwards?" I don't know why she brought it up but I had to answer, so I did.

"Calum." I looked to the boy next to me, who smiled at me and I nodded. "And why did you ask to talk to him?"

"I'm not really sure why, really. I just felt the need to talk to someone who could understand - and Calum understands. We understand each other in a weird way that I can't understand. That no one can. Not even us."

And with that Calum nodded, a smile appearing on his face and mine. It felt like the right time to high-five him or maybe pat his shoulder, but since we couldn't we simply sat there with stupid grins on our face.

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I stood in the lunchline, and by my side were Michael and Calum. "I'll save a seat for you, alright?" Calum smiled and left the lunchline, leaving me alone with Michael.

"So, Vicky," Michael said, looking down at his lunch tray.

"So, Michael," I replied back, looking up at the tall boy next to me.

"I'm just gonna be completely open with you," he started, chuckling a little under his breath. "I mean, we're in a mental hospital, right? Who cares? So, let's just say, I would totally be hitting on you right now if it wasn't for Calum."

I have to say I almost choked on air, if that's possible.

"Are you sure you aren't hitting on me right now?" I smirked a little, as he followed me out into the lunchroom.

He laughed, shaking his head. "I promise I'm not. Remember, Calum." he nodded at the boy already sitting at the lunch table, making conversation.

"Why Calum?"

"Dude, he talks about you all the time. Like yesterday, when you weren't there, Vicky this, Vicky that. Did you guys know each other before you checked in?"

I silently shook my head, not knowing what to reply. Does Calum really talk about me? It made me heart melt, no matter how cliché that sounded.

"Oh, well, he talks about you like you're his princess or something. Quite the relationship you two have, I must say-" he stopped suddenly, looking outside the cafeteria. I looked at him, but his eyes were still locked on whatever was outside. I looked over and there was nothing there, just the white walls of the hallway.

"What?" I said, as he shook his head and snapped out of the trance.

"Do you know wh-never mind." he just shook his head, continuing to walk towards the lunch table.

I just shrugged and continue to the lunch table, sitting in my normal seat across from Calum.

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tHIS IS NOT A LOVE TRIANGLE FIC I SWEAR I PROMISE

sixteen candles reference ayYYyy

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