Shower Rooms

"How'd you even get that in here?" Spencer had asked in shock as the two made their way down the hall. This time Adrian refrained from holding his hand. Now that he saw the cuts and scars he was afraid that just a simple touch to rough would break Spencer's skin and make it fall away to the ground and shatter like glass. The mere thought of accidentally hurting his friend made him wanna shrivel up all on it's own.

Instead he just glanced down at the hair dye and thought for a long while. "I don't remember actually" he said with a laugh. "Though I think the logical guess would be that when I attempted to escape from a different asylum I picked it up along the way. Probably hid it in my bag and when I was taken to Daniel Grey a few years back I just kept it hidden until I got bored with black on black on black and needed more color." Secretly Adrian had a small hope that the bright red color would drive demons away. From his experiences they don't like fire, whenever he caught things on fire he didn't have any allusions. So maybe the red hair would make them think he's on fire. He smiled and reached in his pocket for his marker only to find emptiness remembering he gave the one he had with him to Spencer.

As soon as he noticed it's absense his hands clenched to the sides of his legs, scratching at his thighs through his pjs. It made him anxious not being able to write on anything. Gave him more time to think and thinking is bad. When you think your thoughts wonder and when your thoughts wonder it's easier for things to find you, things you dont wanna find you.

His hazel eyes were jolting all over the place skimming the walls and search each dark corner. It was bright but maybe that wouldn't stop them, maybe this once the bright lights wouldn't help them. A loud crash from behind them sent a shiver up Adrian's spine. Without thinking or worrying about shattering Spencer he grabbed his hand and began to run. The only thing that mattered was to get him and Spencer to safety.

He took the shortest route to the bathroom, never once stopping and never turning around cause he was afraid that he'd see something he didn't want to. He could already faintly hear the loud foot steps all around him and as he approached the bathroom he threw himself and Spencer in, pressing his back against the door and taking deep breaths to catch his breath, his eyes closed tight hoping they wouldn't find the two of them.

After a while he decided it was safe and sat down cross legged. "So" he said softly, glancing curiously at Spencer and wondering if he heard it all. If he hadn't heard it, that meant Spencer probably thought Adrian was crazy, which he wasn't. He just swallowed awkwardly and opened up the hair dye. Pulling it out and setting it in front of him. "Umm lets get started I guess."

After Adrian explained the two got to work at completely covering his hair. "You had white hair too?” Spencer had asked, which in turn made Adrian nod his head. "I changed my hair and stuff a lot actually." He thought about adding that he did it to throw demons off his trail but decided not to. Usually when he mentioned his demons people didn't like him anymore, they called him crazy. He wanted Spencer to like him so of course his wouldn't mention them unless he needed to, and right now he didn't need to.

After a while of rubbing his fingers through his own dark hair he got tired and let Spencer take over for a bit until he thought it was good enough to stop. "We can actually stop now" Adrian said in reply to Spencer, who had asked a question just before Adrian was about to speak up. "We need to hurry up, we should be in our room by now" he said, mainly just assuming it was about 10. "I need to let it sit now" he said, yawning. "I guess we can just sit and talk while I wait for it to set in, then I can wash it."

They sat in silence for a little longer before Adrian finally spoke again. "If you don't mind me asking, how'd you end up in this dump? I don't mind telling you why I am accused if you don't.. get scared or.. hate me or call me crazy or something like that. I wont tell you until you promise me that you're not like the others that I told." He glared at Spencer. Sure he'd JUST met the guy but he felt confident that the guy could be trusted. He wasn't sure why he trusted him so much but he did, ever since he attacked him in the lunch room. Spencer didn't fight back when he attacked, if he had then he would be guilty and of course Adrian would hate him but Spencer was nice and he didn't try and hurt Adrian so he had no reason to not trust him now.

If Spencer were to say yes then Adrian would of course tell him, "when I was younger I was fine. As I grew older I became the problem child. At the age of twelve I started showing unnatural behavior... I just liked fire. A lot. I liked burning things and I got in trouble in school once cause I brought a lighter and apparently you're not allowed to do that." Adrian smirked. He actually like making people angry at him, sure the yelling was just a bore but it was fun to see just how angry he could get them, see how much he could push the limits until they finally and completely snap. Now that he's in a mental institute where everyone treats him like a baby its difficult to do that cause everyone just blames his actions on his "disorders." He huffed and squirmed awkwardly, resisting scratching at his head.

"I guess I got in trouble a lot, even before things started to happen to me that didn't happen to other people. It kinda became my own drug, making people pissed off. It was fun and amusing." He smiled slightly and shrugged, "I don't know I just wasn't favored by a lot of people and I honestly didn't care. I was perfectly fine not being the cool kid and not having any friends. I didn't need them anyways, a lot of the time people are just annoying and mean, theres no point having friends when they could betray you or become mean and twisted."

"Anyways, when I was fifteen my parents noticed me behaving oddly. I was.. seeing things that" he took a deep breath and paused for a good long while. There was a high possibility that Spencer would be like the others and leave him alone once he found out how extraordinary his brain is. "You know what, nevermind I shouldn't talk about this with a total stranger. I mean who the fuck even are you. You could be working with them, anyone could. This why it's so dangerous to have friends. I should have hospitalized you when I had the chance, it would buy me more time." Adrian leaped to his feet and began pacing back and forth nervously. "It's to late now though, if you wanted to poison me or something stuck something in me then you could have done it already. It would explain why you hug me so much. You probably don't even really like me you're just using me aren't you!" His hazel eyes were wide and he sort of just crumpled to the ground. "Dammit I such a fucking idiot how could I let someone get so close." Without thinking he shifted so he was on his hands and knees sort of in a ball and smashed his head again the floor as hard as he could. He did this several times until he saw black spots around the edge of his vision, things were blurry and he felt blood trickling down his forehead for his hairline.

He sat up and scooted back to lean against a wall. "I won't let them take me, if I die it will not be by anothers hand, I am to strong for that. I would rather kill myself than be killed by another.. but not yet. Not here." He was more talking to himself than Spencer, probably forgot Spencer was even here. "If I tried that here they would find a way, they always do. And then they would put me in solitary confinement and that is really bad. I don't like being alone." He looked up at Spencer with a mixture of fright and determination his eyes. "Please... tell me you're not like them."

"I-I'm not like them, I promise I'm nothing like those people, I won't hurt you, I won't scorn you, I won't leave you, I won't call you names, I won't treat you badly, I won't run from you, I won't use you. But please, please don't hurt yourself. It hurts me, too." Spencer said, almost like a plea. He almost wanted to trust the guy, but you can never be to sure with people, they are such horrible creatures. He should have just stuck to himself, thats all he needs.

"Do you really?" Adrian said softly after a long lapse of silence. "I don't like liars, and I have been lied to to much.. I cannot possibly trust anything about you.. there is no solid evidence that you are a good guy.." he paused and sighed, wiping the blood off his forehead before the trail fell off his eyebrow and into his eye. "I want you to be good so I guess I have to trust you." He wasn't going to ever start talking about why he's here to Spencer ever again though, there was no way any human being could be trusted with such delicate information. Adrian stumbled to his feet and hobbled over to the showers.

In Adrian's mind it would be acceptable to strip down to his boxers in front of Spencer. It wasn't like he was asking to get into his pants or anything, besides he's showered completely naked in the shower rooms before in from of plenty of guys, at first it was awkward but you get used to it. So without thinking he pulled off the rest of his onsie, leaving it in a heap on the floor as he started up the shower.

Once the shower was warmed up Adrian stepped in, watching the water turn red as it washed through his hair and ran down his body, ending it a pool of what looked like watered down blood at his feet. He kept himself entertained with this for a while, sploshing his feet in the red water and finding amusement with running his hand through his hair then bringing it down to his eyes again to look at the red that's settled on it.

Red was a pretty color, he decided. Not any red though, bright reds only look good in hair. Dark red looks good on walls, and subtle reds look good anyway. It's often mistaken as a sinister color, but Adrian didn't think anything negative about it and his demons either look like humans or black smoke, not red blobs. Therefore red can't be evil, it's a good color that Adrian associates with rage and creativity, both are nothing evil.

After watching the red for a bit longer Adrian actually put shampoo in his hair, rinsed it out, then waited for the water to run clear. Once the water was ugly again he stepped out, going to the far shelf and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his lower half and throwing his onsie over his shoulder.

"I'll just let my hair air dry, if I make to much noise someone might come yell at me" he said as he looked in the mirror lined wall, looking at his blurry image through the fog. He looked clean, his hair basically looked black but it had sort of dark dark dark red tints to it. His hair was pulled up out of his face so Adrian could see his hair line which was no red, and in one area raw and bleeding slightly from where he injured himself on the floor. The water had cleaned it out and it actually kinda burned, a lot. Hair dye had maybe gotten into it and Adrian wasn't sure if that would be super bad or not so he just left it alone. It would scab over and he would be perfectly fine. "Lets just go back to our room and go to sleep. It's been a long day."