#antisocialsareus

IT MEANS YOU LIKE ME …… I mean -cough- my roleplaying. 

The boy didn't even know how he'd gotten there. The white walls, the grim nurses patrolling the hallways, the cold patterned tile that seemed to freeze his bare toes as he made his way to the reck room. It was like he was in a dream, but it all felt too real. You're not dreaming, Alec. Don't you remember? You're insane. Had his parents finally decided to check him into a psych ward? Are you kidding me? They don't even know you're gone, and even if they did they would give a shit about your whereabouts. 

"Shut up," he muttered under his breath when he reached the large room that was empty except for a tv and some old furniture. His eyes scanned the place for a second before deciding to sit down on one of the couches. There was another guy there, but Alec didn't know what else to do with himself so he just sat down, trying to take up as little space as he could. You want to know what you were doing last night? I'll tell you if you want. I'll tell you about your screams and about the way people stared and about the way you held that gun to your head before some random guy stopped you, tackling you to the ground. "I don't want to know," he said to the voices, his own voice growing louder. You were pulling your own hair out as if that was going to get rid of us. You're pathetic. "I said I don't want to know!" 

"Hi, can you please tell me where I am?"