The past few months of your life had been quite rough and just recently your parents had found out about it. They sent you to a therapist where he then further admitted you into a mental hospital.

If things couldn't have possibly gotten worse, they now certainly did. Today was the day you'd officially have to start your stay at the mental hospital. You got your suitcase all packed up and said your goodbyes to your family although you felt deeply betrayed and almost angry.

Sooner than later, you arrive the hospital where you then get escorted to the lobby. They sign you in and you're then taken in by a staff member to your new room..you were warned that you would be having a roommate.

You walk into your new..unwelcoming and cold room and your eyes meet with a brunette guy who seems to look about your age..maybe a tad bit older.

He looked up at you with slight curiosity. His eyes seemed tired and his body language said the same. He sat in his bed, hugging his knees, watching you walk inside.

Once you had went into your room, the staff member left you to settle in. You nervously swallow, setting your suitcase down by your new bed, then hearing a subtle, raspy voice.

"Are you my new roommate?.."