Warning: Blood near the end of the chapter, sl*t is said, b*tch is said in Spanish.

Thomas Sanders is a nineteen-year-old teenager, who claims to see ghosts. He believes himself, as he had a conversation with his grandmother just yesterday, despite her passing three years ago.

At first his Mother had thought it was a coping mechanism, or his imaginary friends, or even his imagination, but upon seeing he wasn't calming down, he was sent to an Asylum.

Sides Asylum to be exact.

He isn't crazy, he's sure of it, and he isn't a criminal, and he's never had a violent outburst in his life, unlike all the patients here.

Yet, here he is, in an all orange jumpsuit that was dark and faded from years of use, not at all neon like all those fancy costumes, with a number on his back in thick, bold, black lettering.

His head hung low, glancing left to right nervously.

The cell doors are large and silver, clearly some form of metal - obviously Thomas what would it be? Wood? - with small bars at the top of the door, so patients could look out from their cells.

It's actually surprisingly quiet. Thomas had expected banging, screaming, yelling and crying. But, there was nothing. Not even talking-

"Hey kiddo!"

Well, Thomas spoke too soon. The new kid looked up and there behind a door, looking through the bars, was a man.

The man smiled, his blonde, naturally curled hair was slightly matted, his skin pale and freckles danced across his face, a smile that reached his baby blue eyes hidden by round glasses.

Thomas eyebrow shot up in confusion as to why this man seemed so happy in a place like this.

"Shut it, Hart!" The guard to the left of Thomas barked.

'Hart' looked to the guard and his smile left and a glare replaced his features, "or what?! You gonna kill me?! Ha, you couldn't kill me even if you wanted to!" He turned back to Thomas, his head tilting to the left, "I'm Patton Hart! Welcome to the asylum kiddo!"

"Oh, uh just Thomas please, Mr Patton." Thomas said, a shy smile on his lips.

Patton let out giggle, a friendly giggle, "just call me Patton! Mr is too formal!"

The same guard squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth and pushed Thomas forward, making the kid stumble and walk on.

"Hope to see you soon, Thomas!"

Thomas let himself smile to himself, Patton didn't seem too bad, despite the sudden attitude change.

The guards grabbed onto his shoulders and threw him into the cell, slamming it shut, the sound echoing down the quiet halls.

That's when Thomas realised why nobody made a sound, there was no point. Nobody could hear him and there was noway out. He's suck.

Sighing to himself, he lay on his bed. It's thin, the mattress isn't there and it's just a blanket and a pillow. There're no windows in the cell, but there is a urinal and a sink, then that is it. There's no inmate, just Thomas, surrounded by gray, peeling walls and a metal door.

He's not insane, he truly can see ghost. His grandmother is there right now, talking to him, but Thomas said nothing in return, just smiles sadly and listens to the dead woman before him, waiting until whatever is meant to happen, happens.

It was an hour before he and all the patients on this floor and above, were taken to a large room with tables and chairs. Ah, food.

The guards stood around the entrances, guns in hand and Thomas stood, watching as people moved to each other, red trays in hand with food that somehow looked worse than cafeteria school food.

"Hey Thomas!" Patton greeted above the now chattering patients.

Thomas let out a squeak and spun around, there Patton stood two trays in each hand, a smile on his face, "you ok? You want someone to sit with?"

"If you wouldn't mind Patton..." Thomas said, barely above a shy whisper.

Patton's large smile fell to a softer, more gentle smile and gave one of the trays to Thomas, "come on kiddo."

Patton led Thomas to a table were currently two men sat, both dawned the same uniform as him and Patton, but one was pale and the other tanned.

The pale man had a stiff and upright posture, his hair was dark brown, almost black and looked to be slicked back by gel, but it wasn't. It couldn't be, so it was water. His eyes neared a black and there's slight bags under his eyes. He wore square glasses, unlike Patton and his eyes seemed to be glaring at the tanned male.

Speaking of the tanned man, he's slouched, messing with the plastic utensils. His hair's black, the tips dyed a now fading purple that was covering nearly one eye. His eyes a dark brown - but not nearing black, clearly it was a brown - and black under hid eyes, almost like eyeshadow. But, how did he get eyeshadow in here?

Patton wrapped an around Thomas and took
him over, "hey Logan! Virgil!"

"Salutations Patton." The pale man said, nodding his head at Patton and Thomas.

"Who's that?" Questioned the tanned man, his voice quite rough.

"This is Thomas Sanders! He can see ghosts!"

The pale man's eyebrow raised, "ghosts? Impossible. Ghosts are not real, people say the see ghosts because of-"

"Shut up, Logan." Snaps the tanned man, making the table silent, "ghosts are real. Trust me on that."

Thomas looked to the intimidating man a shy, small smile gracing his lips, "really? You believe me?"

"Yeah. Is that the only reason you're here? No illegal activities? No burst of anger? Intrusive thoughts? No manipulation?" The tanned man questioned, his face neutral, but Thomas sees the look of anger in his eyes and tensed up.

"That's the only reason..." He muttered.

"Virgil, you're scaring him." Hissed Patton, clenching his left hand, his knuckles white.

'Virgil' crossed his arms, "right, new mission guys. I'll explain when the others get here."

"Since when do we get missions?" Asked the
one who must be Logan.

"'Others'?" Thomas began to shake, he isn't good with new people.

Virgil noticed and softened his face, "focus on your breathing. We don't need you getting a panic attack."

Thomas nodded, taking Virgil's advice.

"Well, well, well." Greeted a slick, smooth voice, "I'm definitely not curious to whom this child is." A man sat next to Virgil, his hair is a light brown, swept to the side neatly, his eyes a light hazel - well eye. He was tanned all around, except for one half of his face, in which is a pale skin tone, and that eye is green that looks almost neon.

"This is Thomas." Virgil said, "Pats knew friend." He adds, jerking his slightly to the happy man.

The man nodded, "I'm Janus, Janus Copperhead."

Thomas nodded, unable to look away from the discoloration of skin. He's cheeks began flushing a bright red as all eyes were now on him.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I just-"

"It's fine. It's a skin condition called Vitiligo. Basically pale patches appear on my skin because of the lack of melanin. It also affects my retina in my eye." Janus explained with a smile.

"Melanin?" Thomas asks, looking to someone for the definition, which Logan happily gave.

"The pigment in skin."

"Ah." Thomas said, smiling.

Patton's lip curled up into a grin, "I think you're very handsome, Janus."

Janus rolled his eyes, "whatever."

Thomas poked them food in confusion and disgust, it really was just like slop on a plate.

Arms wrapped around Virgil, making Thomas look up again, seeing a man who was tanned and had brown, styled hair and green eyes, he was well-built, with pearly white teeth.

"Hello My Chemically Imbalanced romance." He said, in a velvet voice.

Virgil rolled his eyes, "slut."

The man made an offended gasp, hand flying over his heart as he sat next to Virgil, "I'm offended!"

"Whatever." Virgil mumbled, "where's your food?"

"Remus is coming jeez." The man said, waving his hand dismissively, "who's that?" The man asked, finally noticing the new kid.

"I-I'm Thomas..."

The man grinned and held out a hand, which Thomas took, but blushed when the man kissed his knuckles gently, "I'm Roman."

Another man who looked a lot like Roman walked over, but he had a moustache, a gray streak in his hair and purple eyeshadow around his eyes. He slammed the red tray down and sat next to Janus, tapping his nails against the table.

Roman smiled and grandly gestured to the man, "that's my twin, Remus!"

Remus looked over with a sharp glare, rubbing his arm, "Roman I'm in no mood."

"Bad session?" Asked Logan, everything about him seemed like he did care, had it not been for the way his shoulders tensed ever so slightly.

"When is it not?!" Snapped Remus, slamming his hands on the table, making Patton and Thomas jump.

Patton glared, "Remus! Knock it off, you'll get into trouble."

Remus crossed his arms, grumbling. He hadn't even acknowledged the existence of the nineteen-year-old.

"This is Thomas." Patton smiled, wrapping an arm around Thomas shoulder again, making Thomas smiles shyly.

Remus looked to him, "what you in for?"

Why is everyone wanted to know that? Was it just a common question people asked? Should he be asking the same thing?

"Uh, I see ghosts."

"And?" Remus asked, waving his hand in a circular motion.

Thomas blinked, "that's it."

"You're dead." Remus mumbled, making Virgil smack him over the head.

"No he's not. We're keeping the kid safe." Virgil said, "we take any beating or bullying that comes his way."

The group of friends seemed to silently agree and even if they didn't, they didn't voice it. It seemed like Virgil was some form of leader.

"I'm sorry, but are you some kind of leader, Mr Virgil?" Thomas asked timidly, tilting his head to the left.

The group laughed quietly, as Virgil smirked, a small chuckle leaving his lips, "I'm a don. I've been here for about a year because my underboss is unreliable."

"A don?"

"Mafia boss, kiddo." Patton smiled to the teenager, "Virgil's a Mafia boss, has been for five years-"

"Shut up, Patton." Virgil snarled, "if I wanted to share my life story with the kid, I would have done."

Patton gulped, seeing the angered look in Virgil's eyes and nodded, "sorry."

A guard walked over, cuffs in hand, "come on Crofters."

Logan sighed, rolling his eyes and got up, putting his hands behind his back as they were snapped on tightly.

"I'll see you all soon." Logan nodded, as he was dragged away, missing the worried look Remus sent him.

Thomas frowned, "where are they taking him?"

"To see Doctor Picani." Remus mumbled, "look kid, if you get Picani, do whatever he says."

"What why?"

"Just do it! Don't question it, just do it!" Remus yelled.

Virgil shoved his shoulder, "Remus! Shut up, leave the kid alone!"

"You're not the boss of me!"

"Well someone needs to control you!"

Remus stood up abruptly, "you don't know what Picani's like!"

"Course I do!" Virgil yelled, trying to pull him back down, as he was making a scene, "Remus just-"

Remus glared, "I've been here longer then you!"

Virgil got up, "I don't care! Remus, I know but you could have said it nicer!"

"There is no nice in this place!" Remus shouted, then lowered his voice mumbling, "hijo de puta."

Virgil heard, he knew what puta meant and raised his fist, punching Remus right in the nose hearing a satisfying crack as blood gushed from Remus nose staining the moustache gray.

Remus cried out in pain and grabbed his nose, Roman shrugged his brother had it coming, Janus took a sip of his water and Patton rushed over to aid the man. Thomas paled, Virgil seemed so nice, yet he was so violent.

He hadn't even noticed Virgil get dragged away, kicking and screaming, with Remus being taken to Nurse Remy.

All Thomas could think about was all the blood he saw, and he felt sick, he was sure he went pale.

And it was at that moment, everyone at the table knew, Thomas shouldn't be in this Asylum.