Professor Harrison's Point Of View;

I closed the file once again letting the silence last. I had finished my water and rested back on the chair. Looking at him I saw his head hung down on the bed he sat on like how Pedro and many others have before him. As I watched outside the window that was sealed shut it looked overcast but it must at least be lunchtime by now. I reached for my phone in my bag and it confirmed it then as if like clockwork Pedro got up and took off his headphones.

"So you two stopping for lunch? That can't be all to your story right?" He said causing Presley to raise his eyebrow at him. Pedro gave a dissatisfied glance now showing that he was listening to everything then continued.

"You helped all those people and they care about your safety. I know I was wrong about the girlfriends thing but still, pretty cool. I get why they all like you so much and I'm sorry you lost your grandmother but that Mitchum guy seemed supportive. I still don't get why you didn't go to him with it in the first place."

For Pedro, it wasn't a surprise for him to care about others. Group therapy was the best choice for him than just our one-on-one sessions.

"He is, they all are. It's just that even though I did all of those things I'm still not sure I did them. Like I'm just reacting to what is happening but it's not me. Mitchum was um, is my first real friend and I used to believe that one day I could be up front with him about important things. Then I ended up here, it would only be a matter of time all of that lying would catch up to me."

Presley answers without looking up and his voice is as low as almost a whisper. He was in effect talking to himself rather than answering Pedro. He covered his face with his hands possibly to stifle the sound of his voice and wipe away any tears that I suspect because of the crack in his tone.

He perceived his being here as the ultimate shameful defeat. He had high standards that he lived by and now to him, it would seem like everything he built tumbled. This was probably his worst-case scenario that resulted from the risk he took.

"Dude you didn't lie, Trust me I've met compulsive liars in my group sessions and you're not one of them. You... just didn't know how to tell the truth is all. It's hard to talk about this stuff to others and I doubt you knew you needed to anyway. And your friends know that." Pedro went over to him and added with a smile. I couldn't have said it better myself and it was something that Presley needed to hear. He uncovered his face and didn't respond but I could tell he was thinking about it.

I excused myself to go to the cafeteria and hopefully get something for us all in there. When I came back I saw that Pedro wasted no time in badgering me on what I bought back as he always had a healthy appetite as far back as I can remember. But I knew Presely's history with food and while he did eat some parts, most of it would remain untouched. I bought three veggie sandwiches and a fruit bowl with juices. I knew Predro would eat anything when he was stressed so it's best to keep lunches healthy around him.

"Yes, of course I bought you something, Pedro," I gave him the sandwich and juice that he was more than happy to get. I felt Presley's eye on me when I did that and I turned to him continuing, "Don't worry I didn't forget you. You can put it in your cooler for later."

"I don't know if I will be able to eat it, I still haven't been able to finish breakfast," He said putting his spoon down.

"I understand, it's easier to drink so start with the juice for now," I said causing him to reach out for the juice.

"So what did you do to end up here? Did you try to hurt yourself and Mitchum caught you?" Pedro inquired after finishing his sandwich.

"Well it's, uh a little.. m-more complicated than that but in a way yes and no, I don't know," I heard him stutter and I knew we were going into sensitive territory. It's not exactly a good sign since he can't explain it. I wondered if he even remembered what happened clearly.

"Like what then? I'll tell you how I got here if you say yours?" He insisted making Presley turn away from him.

"Well I doubt yours was that bad since you're leaving already," Presley answered and Pedro as if he had not listened to the reply answered.

"I started to have a lot of overwhelming thoughts and would have to clean everything to the point where I had to wash the same dish 20 times even before I could eat from it. Couldn't leave my house anymore and overdoes on flu medicine because I was afraid I would get sick from germs." That made Presley stop in his tracks and he muttered an apology and Pedreo just shook his shoulders playfully. He was always one to hold on to his childlike wonder.

"I don't want a sorry man, just wanted you to know that you're no crazier than me. We both ended up here, didn't we? But like you said my parents are coming for me soon which is the main reason they are sending me home. So quickly tell me what happened to you," This wasn't exactly what I had planned for Presley to tell me today but if he was willing I wouldn't stop him. He was officially transferred in here because of what Mitchum found in his room when he was bringing clothes to the hospital which caused the already unquie incident to seem more intentive than acidential. But what I wanted to know was his motive for what he did.

"I can start it but can you help me fit in some of it in order?" He asked and as I put away the the container that I had finished the sandwich I took back out my folder and rested it on my lap.

"You know I will, that's what I'm here for," I answered reaching now for my fruit cup and giving a small smile. He nodded in acknowledgment as he finished his juice. Then he fixed his eyes on the wall as if he were talking to it again.