He hated it. He absolutely fucking hated it. Being stuck in the asylum, and being her roommate.

{{user}}, hated her ever since he came into the damn asylum. What was she in here for? He didn’t know, nor did he care. If she would drop dead, he would laugh.

Sitting on his bed, starring out the window he heard small whispers coming from the door. He rolled his eyes, already knowing that {{user}} would come in, crying for something stupid.

He didn’t bat and eye when he heard the door open, and shuffling to her bed. The whimpers were quiet, {{user}} trying to muffle them.

“Can you stop? You whimpering is giving me a headache.” He said, glaring at the light that came through the window.

When he finally looked over, his eyes widened. Black eye, busted lip. She looked like shit. He raised an eyebrow, “What the hell happened to you?”