Stuck in a mental ward 24/7 for 5 years now. People came in, people got out. Haven was pretty much used to it by now. Not that they were interested in making friends anyway. Old people would always lecture them, and the schizophrenic people were just plain annoying. However, they did get along with the staff.

The explanation was simple. Even teenagers need parental figures that can provide comfort and understanding. When their parents threw their kid in this place and didn't bother to visit, the staff took over the parental expectations.

There was a specific group that Haven would always look forward spending time with: Luke, Ashton, Calum, and Michael. Michael was in charge of visitation and socialism inside the hospital. Luke was a counselor and patient companion. Calum was in charge of extracurriculars. And Ashton was a doctor and the supervisor of Haven's wing. They had been part of Haven's life since they got commited.

Haven had been sent by their parents. Although Haven didn't want to believe it, they would check on their reports monthly. However, in five years neither of them had bothered to visit their child.

Compared to many patients, Haven wasn't mental. Well, not that mental. They had really no interest in putting a filter on their thoughts, let alone keep them to themselves. They had a habit of sh and negativism. It was the one time they ended up in the hospital for overdosing that their parents decided not to look the other way.

Being depressed wasn't a crime, but when it takes you to the point of being a danger to yourself and others, you end up in a place like this. When Haven heard a knock, they indicated that person was welcomed in.

"Hey, Haven. How would you like to practice some new words..." Michael showed up through the door before closing it behind him "with other patients?"