Crooked Young [OM&M BMTH PTV ATL]

Chapter 3: Your Children Are Fucked

Song: Antivist- Bring Me The Horizon

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Jacklyne's POV

"Lights out in ten, everyone go to your rooms!" I heard the voice on the PA yell as everyone scurried to their rooms.

I slowly made my way to my new room. I really didn't want to do this, but it had to be done.

I walked inside and saw Lydia lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She didn't seem like the talkative type, so that was good.

I lied on the extra bed and stared at the bright white ceiling. In five minutes, this room would be pitch black.

"You're not too talkative, are you?" Lydia finally spoke.

"I don't want you to punch me in the face," I murmured.

"Are you implying that I'm violent?"

"I'm implying that I'm an asshole."

Suddenly the lights turned off. I barely ever slept and somehow complete blackness is supposed to make me want to sleep more.

"Who's that ginger kid you were talking to earlier?"

"I dunno."

"Well, what was his name?" She asked, seeming impatient.

"Alan," I answered.

"He was cute."

"He's also homicidal."

"Aren't we all?" She had a point there. All of us were insane in some sort of way and we wouldn't hesitate to kill someone.

"I'm going to sleep now," I lied. I just didn't want to talk to her anymore.

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"Sup?" Alan asked, sitting across from me. I was sitting by myself at lunch again because I still wasn't comfortable with people.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"To be completely honest, because you're hot and the only person that will kind of talk to me," he explained.

"You're not allowed to have sex in an insane asylum so I guess you're out of luck," I murmured.

"If we could though, would you?" Was he seriously asking me this? What a hormonal idiot.

"I've been here since I was twelve years old. I'm not exactly qualified for whatever sexual fantasies you have wet dreams about."

He smirked. "What if one of my fantasies was showing a virgin the ropes? Listening to the scream of-"

"I'm leaving," I said, getting up and walking away as fast as I could.

I waited in front of the door to the self-harm group therapy session. I was not sitting near that asshole.

I saw him walking down the hall and that smirk burned my eyes.

"Please don't tell me..." I trailed off when he stopped and stood in front of me.

He showed me his wrist that was covered in scars. "Looks like you can't avoid me anymore, hun."

We were quiet until everyone started piling into the room. I sat the furthest away from anyone that I could, and Alan still sat beside me.

"Hello everyone," Dr Megan Price said, sitting where she always sits. "Today we have a new member, his name is Alan."

"Hi Alan," a monotone chorus said.

"So, Vic, I heard you had a little incident yesterday," Dr Price said, looking at Vic.

He shrugged.

"Care to talk about it?"

"Cutting myself with a blade is a lot easier than with my nails, but that doesn't stop me," he explained.

"I feel you," Alan spoke up. Obviously he's never been to a group therapy session. "Have you ever tried using your teeth? That really sucks."

"Alan," Dr Price scolded.

"I'm just- ow!" Alan said, looking at me after I gave him a swift kick on his shin.

"Jacklyne, do you need to leave again?"

"Yes, because I fucking hate being in a room full of fucking depressed pricks," I shot, storming out the door. I stood in the hallway, leaning my head against the wall.

I suddenly heard shouting from inside the room so I looked in the window on the door in time to see Alan throw a chair across the room at no one in particular.

Dr Price yelled at him to go outside and he gladly obliged. Once he closed the door behind him, I glared at him.

"What the hell was that?" I yelled.

"It was more fun with you in there," he shrugged. "Hey, do you know any good hiding places we could chill for the rest of our lives?"

I scoffed at him and stormed down the hallway. I turned around when I realized he wasn't following me. "You want to know where the hiding spot is or not, idiot?"

"Oh," he murmured as he caught up to me. We weaved through the hallways and turned in all different directions.

We reached the end of the hallway and I felt the wall for the secret door. There used to be a room down here where they did executions for the kids that couldn't be saved. They put wallpaper to block out the door but I broke in so I could hide.

I opened the door and Alan and I stepped in before I closed the door again.

"Wow, this is cool," Alan said, looking around at the room. There was only a chair, because all of the equipment was removed.

I sat down and leaned against the wall. "I wish I could just hide in here forever."

He sat down beside me. "I don't actually want to kill anyone," he confessed.

"But you killed your sister."

"Yeah, I don't want to kill anyone else though. I would've been better off in juvee or something."

"Yesterday and earlier today I wanted to kill you, but now I want to kill you less," I said.

He chuckled. "That's reassuring."

"I also kind of want to kiss you but that's probably a bad idea because I've never kissed anyone before."

"I kind of want to kiss you too."

"Should we?"

"I don't know."

"You should be mourning about your girlfriends death and we barely know each other," I said.

"Well, I know you want to kill everyone including yourself and sometimes you're really mean but you can be nice sometimes too, in a weird way."

"But I'm probably going to be a bad kisser and you're kind of ugly," I said in a partially teasing tone.

He suddenly sat directly in front of me. "Kissing isn't that hard."

"You've kissed a million times, it's obviously not going to be hard for a slut."

He cupped my face in his hands. He slowly leaned closer and closer to me.

"Is anyone down here?" Someone yelled, ruining the moment. We both stared at each other in complete silence as we heard the footsteps walking away.

"We should go," I said.

"Yeah," he agreed, standing up. "We can do this some other time."

In a way, I was kind of glad that he wanted to do this some other time, which was a really weird feeling for me.