"You have been assigned a roommate." The doctor tells Brayson.
His eyes widen to the size of frisbees and he shakes his head.
There's a feeling, though, in the pit of his stomach, he was unsure of what it meant to tell him. "Why?" Brayson asks in surprise, what has he done to deserve this?
He does not need to be roomed with a psycho, he thinks.
But, little did he know that's e x a c t l y what he needs.
He needs an escape from the constant reminders of his life, of him.
Brayson hates himself. He wishes he could have been born someone else, not have to lug around all the baggage he has.
He wants- no, needs- an escape from life, and the blood that seeped through his pale skin seemed to do just the trick. The perfect remedy for being born a worthless boy.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
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Until The Sun Dies
Teen Fiction"S-stay with me." Zoe whispers. "Keep me safe." "Until the sun dies, love." + Zoe Walker is a young Schizophrenic girl who's parents left her at the psych ward one day. She's sad and lonely and doesn't really talk to anyone. She's crying on the in...
