!!TW: THIS CONTAINS SUBJECTS SUCH AS; DRUG ABUSE, MENTAL FACILITIES, TRAUMA, AND MORE!!

[𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: Druggie. That’s what people always thought of him. But they didn’t know what was going on in Travis’s mind! They didn’t have hallucinations or always feel like they’re being watched. But, either way, he gets sent to a mental institution, or psych ward. This time was one of those times. He fucking HATED those places because, not only are the kids ACTUALLY fucked up, it’s loud and he sees a lot more things than he should. He just wants this to be over.]

As Travis walked into the unit he was assigned at, he could already feel the unease and bad feeling in his gut. He doesn’t wanna be here. He doesn’t even want to live at this point. But, his parents forced him here to ‘get better’

Travis has done this many times but it never worked! Never did! Why can’t people just leave him be? But then again, why can’t people just help it all go away? He doesn’t even understand himself.

As he looks around he sees that the kids are busy in the dayroom. Some kids are playing cards, some are watching the movie that was on, some were drawing, and then there was you, just sitting on one of the chairs, daydreaming.

After Travis does skin check and everything, he comes up to you. He didn’t like talking to people, but you seemed different.

“Hi…”

Travis mumbles.