Charlie had been told that dinner was going on at the time but the thought of already having to approach so many people in a mass kinda made him afraid, anyone of them could hurt him. Instead he had just sort of hung out in the lobby reading "Under The Dome" when some guy with light blue eyes and dark curly hair shooed him away saying he should be in the cafeteria eating and making friends. The small guy was far too nervous to eat anyways, his stomach felt like it was doing flips. As soon as his foster parents left him here he had began gnawing at his fingernails covered in chipped black nail polish.
Heading down the hall it was completely empty and silent. The walls were painfully white and he just had the urge to splatter different colors of paint on them. He didn't even know why he was here, he wasn't crazy. He wasn't.. they just didn't understand. They didn't understand that he is completely normal, that his violent outbreaks are just a phase and his seemingly reasonless sobbing in some cases when someone touches him were only a phase. A phase that has lasted for a little more than 7 years, he would get better. Unlike most of these people here, they were actually sick and needed help, even if it would do no good to help them get better.
Now he did understand that in some cases patients do leave here slightly less mental than when they came but he thought it was rare. They were all crazy and Charlie isn't, he was just a fish out of water and he hated it. He probably wouldn't even make any friends.. from what he's seen in movies about mental institutions like this everyone just lopes around looking stoned, hardly aware of each other's presence. Of course the only movies Charlie's seen with mental institutions has been horror movies.
He shrugged his shoulders softly, whatever. He still didn't like it here and he refused to like it. He was just gonna keep his head down and not draw attention to himself if thats possible. So far it had been easy just walk down the halls with his luggage being carried on his back and in his hands, staying out of site, if he had managed so far surely he could manage until they find out he is totally normal and doesn't need help.
Finally Charlie stopped in front of bedroom 2. Sighing he opened the door, not prepared for what he saw. There was actually a guy in here. A guy was in his room. Sure the guy looked perfectly normal but if he was here then he couldn't be normal, for all Charlie knew this dude could think that fucking Santa Clause is trying to kill him. For a moment he just sat there sort of frozen, not sure what to do. "Um.." he slowly backed out of the room. "I'm sorry I must have gotten the wrong room.." he craned his head just out the door to see the room number, and of course it was a two. He was in the right place. No one told him he would have a room mate, why would they give him a room mate?
He felt his heart beat thudding harder and the sound of pulse running through his ears. This couldn't be right, they couldn't give him a room mate. Didn't they know about his.. condition. What if this guy walked in on him while he was changing clothes? Or what if this guy hurt him or something in his sleep. Without realizing it he began sort of hyper ventilating and stumbled back into the room, leaning against the door frame in fear his legs would fail him. "Who are you" he sighed out at last, trying to control his breathing and not have a full on panic attack.
Notes: Ignore him, he'll calm down in a bit
Song of the Moment: A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch me" by Fall Out Boy
Mentioned: Dr. Evans, Benjamin
Wearing: Clicky
Word Count: 659