How we broke.

Chapter 1.

A/N
I read like half of this, and not the rest Bc I really just wanted to put it up since I've been putting it off Bc I was afraid that people would hate it so, anyway sorry for any grammatical mistakes, there won't be any in the next chapter :)

I slam my lunch tray onto the metal table and take a seat on the hard benches connected.
"Yo Ethan, get your punk ass over here! It's party time." It was almost the end of the summer. Every year in the asylum we throw a huge party for the kickoff of fall, or the end of the summer. Well mostly because around the end of the summer, bunches of women are admitted into the women's wing of the asylum. So throwing a party means people will come. We've got nothing else better to do anyway. That means more girls. And more girls means more action.
"I'm coming. Let me finish my damn food first though! Jesus Grayson!" Okay, so maybe my twin brother and I, we both grew up mentally unstable. He's always wanted to kill everyone I guess.
And well I, I can't keep a relationship. I go around and fuck girls. And it feels great. I don't care how they feel the next morning when I break they're sad little heart. I don't care if they cry and beg in my arms. I don't care if they have my child.
I've got no emotions to it. I'm emotionless.
I'm a 20 year old man who likes to fuck around with girls. And my twin brother does the same. But he likes to kill people too. He's never actually killed anyone though. He's too afraid, he just likes the idea of it. Which makes no sense. I quite honestly don't even know why he's in this asylum. I don't know why I'm here either. But that's off topic. Anyway, he's too much of a pussy to kill a mouse let alone a human. He makes himself out to be bigger and greater than what he his.
"Ethan! The party is tomorrow! We need to decorate!" I pick up my tray and dump it into the trash can. I almost forgot that it was dark outside until I looked out the window. It wasn't a very nice view. Just a bit of woods. I've heard people say that just beyond those woods is a cliff. Which leads you to the city of New York. I've only been there once. When I was 15. Me and Grayson stole my parents car and drove to the city. But we don't talk about my parents much. They've got their own lives, so do we. Plain and simple.

I pick up black streamer and start to wrap it around the poll. I'm real hopeful that there will be some cute girls this year. Last year was a bummer. Only seven girls were admitted and only one of them was decent looking. Most of the girls want to fuck with me Though. I wouldn't blame them. I think I look pretty good.
"So what do you think? Do you think there will be any nice looking girls here this year?" Grayson asks with a head nod.
I step back for a moment looking at how I did with the streamers and I get lost in my own thoughts.
"I hope so. Usually we get twenty to thirty girls. And last year we only got seven. I have a feeling there will be some good looking ones this year though." I smirk. I can just ask Rose who is getting admitted. After all we do have a pretty "close" relationship.
Rose is the girl who works the front desk. She does all that paper work shit. I'm not really sure, but you know, all the normal front desk worker stuff. Rose, she's 16. A baby. She started working here about five months ago. She really likes me. I bribed her into telling me secrets that no one should ever know about the patients here. Like the patient Liam. He's not even supposed to be in the asylum, but his parents are paying the company to keep him in here because they don't want to deal with him at home. I feel bad because he's missing out on his teen years. But that's not my problem. My problem at this moment is trying to get Rose to tell me who's coming in tomorrow.

I walk down the dim lit corridor to the main office. I knock to make sure Rose is the only one in the office. She lets me in and asks me what I need. Rose is always the last one to leave, so I make sure to come at night. I look up at the clock, it reads 9:25 pm.
"I was wondering, can you possibly tell me how many girls are arriving tomorrow? And what the age range is?" Rose rolls her eyes in a playful way and walks behind her desk.
"There are 27 girls arriving at 7:30 am. Do you want the age range for wing A or for wing B?" I think wing A is the teens and twenties so I tell Rose wing A.
"Wing A please." I look up at the clock again and see that it's now been five minutes past and all inmates must be back at their cells by 10.
"Wing A, um the age range is between 15 to 27." Rose looks up and smiles at me. I stand up and walk over to her desk, grabbing her head and tilting it towards me. I kiss the top of her forehead and kiss her goodnight, thanking her.
I walk back down the hallway to my cell, my boots smacking on the concrete as I walk. I could tell people were getting mad at me for being so loud, but I'm basically a child. I like to mess with people and fool around, so what.
"Hey Ethan could you shut the hell up possibly?" Max growls. I was never found of max. He was smaller than me but he still scared me. I wasn't in the mood to fight at the moment so I stopped. Taking short, quiet steps back to my cell.
I reach the cell door and unlock it stepping inside. I notice that Rose had given me some blankets and a new pillow since mine was getting old.
"She must've delivered these while I was decorating." I thought to myself. The asylum also got new cots in last week, so this week I'd be sleeping good. I can hear the stomp of the workers doing rounds and making sure everyone is asleep. I try and make the nicest bed possible out of the material I have and it turns out okay. I shut off the lights and climb into bed shutting my eyes.
I wonder for a bit, thinking about what the new girls will look like. I feel like a little kid in school again. Wondering who the new kid will be. What the new kid will look like. I remember being that new kid once. In fact I've been that new kid here at this asylum too.
I knock on the wall next to me, where Grayson is to say goodnight. He knocks two times back signaling that he's okay, and he says goodnight.
I may fight with Grayson a lot, and we may be complete lunatics but I wouldn't be able to live without him. My brother is everything to me.
Anyway, I think to myself, enough with the deep shit. Unless it's in a girl, I think to myself.
Ah I make myself laugh.