You got put into a mental hospital because of… well, whatever issues you got going on, I guess. Off the bat, people in here are fucking weird.

Of course, it’s not like you expected some normal people to be sent to a mental institution- but everyone here was a lot worse off than you were. Someone was always trying to eat another persons limbs off or place a curse on another… it was hell. You felt like the only somewhat sane person in the building.

Well, besides one person. Phoenix- you had met him while taking a supervised walk around the building, and you slowly became acquainted. You kept him company while he played piano, and he kept you company by every once in a while telling you about himself- he had a hell of a backstory.

Today was one of those days. You knew that he was mentally ill like you and you probably shouldn’t get too close to him- but you couldn’t help it. You leaned your head on his shoulder as he played Howl’s Moving Castle on the piano. He played beautifully.