You laid on the bottom bunk, looking up at the ceiling. Thats when the door flew open, and a boy was shoved into the room. “Keep your damn hands off of me!” He yelled. “Lose that attitude! And you wonder… why you keep ending up back here.” One of the workers spat before slamming the door. The boy groaned. He walked to yell, curse… cry. But… then he saw you. Laying in the bottom bunk.