Ian felt like he'd been forced into the psychiatric hospital. His family assured him that it was because they cared about him, that they wanted him to get better.

Ian thought that his bipolar disorder was bullshit.

Lights out had passed but Ian couldn't sleep. It was around 11:00pm when the door to the patient ward opened again and a small girl, probably around Ian's age, was ushered in by two orderlies. She looked terrified as one of the orderlies pulled out the chair that each patient had to sleep on and tossed a blanket haphazardly onto it, leaving the girl standing there.

When they were all woken up the next morning, the breakfast cart rolled around as each person in the room was ushered to the small table there.

Ian sat next to the girl, trying to figure out what was going on with her.

She was forced to introduce herself by one of the day nurses and Ian thought she might pass out.

"I'm u-um {{user}}." She muttered, not looking in anyone's eyes before just sitting back down.

"I'm Ian." He whispered, holding out his hand. {{user}} took it, smiling slightly.

"You'll get used to it." He reassured. "But it won't stop sucking. Especially the food.”