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I haven't written a chapter for this book since December. My apologies. I don't have as much energy as I used to due to me being in a psychiatric prison..

Anyway, I thought I'd make it up to y'all and try immensely hard to write something.

So you know the guy that went to high school with me? Ya I talked to him.

Thought I'd write it in a chapter kind of way.

Now since I skipped A LOT of stuff over these past few months in writing, it's gonna be a bit different than what you're used to reading and a lot of events are gonna be out of order since I'm skipping right to the present day, fair warning.

Just, roll with it. I don't know.

(It's been so long since I wrote proper chapters so forgive me if it sucks. My brain hasn't had proper stimulation for months)

And like always, everything said and/or done is real and has happened.

Also another thing to clarify, I'm not gay, (totally accepting of lgbtq+ ppl tho) I'm female, and straight. Probably knew that but just saying it for those who don't.

I just used a gay ship to tell my story. Don't know why, I just did.

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~ Jack ~

So I somehow managed to talk to him..

Though, I waited until yesterday to do so.

Given that he was just admitted to my ward I didn't want to intrude on what little privacy he was aloud to have.

So I waited a day or two, then finally gathered whatever small percentage of courage I had left and proceeded on.

So there I sat in the com room, slumped in a very uncomfortable chair, waiting for the best opportunity to walk over.

He had just been given some drug. We all get them. We are never told what they are though. I'm only told its for my 'conditions'. Whatever that means.

He weakly shuffles over to the big glass window that shows the outdoors and sits down with his knees to his chest, burying his head.

Think that's his favourite spot now, he sits there everyday.

Good choice of spot though. That's the closest he'll ever get to freedom for a long time.

I look around for the staff that monitor us, for once I didn't see any around.

I slowly got up and walked over to him.

Sitting down cross legged, giving him his space but not too far away, I poked his knee to get his attention.

He lifted his head out of his lap and looked at me with a puzzled and tired expression.

"Uh..hi" I spoke nervously.

He gave me the same glare, narrowing his eyes.

"I know you.. At least I think I do.." He said questioning his memory.

"Uh ya, we went to the same high school together.. Seen you around with your buddies sometimes, I-I'm Jack..I dunno if you remember or not but, ya.. Just thought I'd say hi.." I rambled.

Awesome start, me.

"I see.. well, hi" he replied.

I didn't know what else to say so I simply nodded while trying to tame my ugly ass hair. I don't necessarily look fantastic given the hospital doesn't really let you take care of your personal hygiene.

"You look like shit" he chuckled, looking me up and down.

"Ok I agree but you're not so hot yourself either homeboy!" I retorted.

"You have a point" he laughed looking at himself up and down.

"You got a name?" I asked sitting up against the wall near him.

It was quiet for a minute. I guess he didn't want me to know.

"I understand if you don't wanna tell me, but just saying, if you don't then I'm making up a name for you" I said with a smirk.

He looked at me with one of those 'really?' Faces.

"I'm serious, I'm not just gonna call you 'guy from high school' am I?" I said crossing my arms.

"I'm curious, what would you call me if I didn't tell you?" He asked resting his chin on his knees.

"Hm.."

I thought for awhile, not wanting the nickname to be too common.

"Aris" I settled on.

"Huh? Why Aris?" He made a weird face.

"Don't get salty with me, the name Aris has a few different meanings, one of which means brave" I rolled my eyes but smirked anyway.

"Oh.. And why do you think I'm brave? You don't even know me that well" he questioned.

"They say that our bodies tell our stories don't they?" I asked.

"You seriously gonna use quotes right now?" He glared.

"What I'm saying is smart ass, you gotta be something among the lines of brave to go through that-" I pointed to his scarred arms.

"And still be here" I finished.

He looked at his arms then back to me with a shrug.

"I guess, but I wouldn't call it brave" he said.

"If I were talking about myself then I'd agree. But we're not so, you either take Aris or tell me your real name, up to you" I shrugged.

"Guess I'll take Aris for now" he replied defeated.

I nodded once more and silence fell over us again. I didn't want to ask about why he was here, bad idea. Maybe another time.

"Hey uh, can you possibly tell me if the feeling in my legs will come back any time soon?" He sighed, hitting his legs as if they were asleep.

"Oh uh, ya. It's the drugs they gave you. Common side effect, it happens to me a lot.. The feeling will come back soon" I reassured.

He nodded.

"So, how long have you been here if you don't mind me asking?" Asked Aris.

"Months? I dunno, I've lost count" I sighed.

"That's rough, sorry" he gave me a sympathetic look.

"It's whatever.." I shrugged it off not wanting to explain any further.

*all patients in ward 12B please make their way back to holding rooms for evaluation*

"Shit. Okay, we're getting searched and drugged again before lights out. Daily routine bullshit, long story, but listen, whatever you do, do not fight them" I quickly spoke while the staff ushered us back to our rooms.

"What? What do you mean?" He panicked.

"If you fight the needles or any of the staff you will get something much worse done to you, I've learned the hard way dude, trust me" I said quickly helping him up off the floor.

"I'll see you tomorrow, you watch yourself newbie, it's easy to get in trouble here" we're my final words to him as we got separated.

It's gonna be a long week..

This kid better not get me in trouble. I swear, I'll kick his ass.