Doctor's Orders (Open)

[Bronx Michael Williams]

Bronx had been made to come down to get food today, not that he really wanted it. He went through the line and got his food before he took his food and sat down at a table by himself. He hated being here, he hated his mum for putting him here and he hated his dad for just being his dad. He looked at the food in front of him, none of it looked the least bit appetizing. He picked up his fork and moved it around the plate, not going to eat it. He could feel people watching him though and he looked around. There were some of the doctors and nurses around, a few of them watching him. Why would they watch him though, when there are more important, more dangerous, people here? He looked back down and his plate and his eyes couldn’t help going to his arms.

The scars all over his arms are what really bugged his mum. If she had seen half the scars his father gave him these would be nothing, although she had seen most of them and she didn’t seem to care. Not that she didn’t care about what his father was doing, she did, but as long as it wasn’t her why should she care. He was only her oldest child, her son, she should care. But no, his mum was too self-centered to worry about him and his siblings. Now because of his stupid mistake of getting caught Evie would have to stand up for his two younger siblings. Bronx couldn’t take their beatings for them like normal, he had let that fall on his little sister, the one person who had become his first real responsibility and he had let her down. He couldn’t stand the thought of that and he let a tear escape before he stopped and swallowed back his emotions.

He couldn’t get this way, not here, not now. His feelings didn’t matter here and he wasn’t going to let them show. He needed to just get out of here as fast as possible for her. For all of them, just to prove he did care and the moment he did he was taking them and going. He was moving far away and not letting anyone find them. He knew he needed to eat to get there though, unless his plan came together and then went through. Which seemed impossible at the moment. He picked his fork back up and took a bite of food, he really wasn’t hungry but they say that’s because he hasn’t eaten in awhile. He swallowed and took another bite, he forced himself to swallow, already feeling sick after eating only two bites. He couldn’t do this, no maybe he just didn’t want to, but to him it couldn’t. He’d do this, not for him but for his siblings, he’d do it to show them, all of them that he could. He just wished he still has his friends there for moral and emotional support like he normally did.

[Izaak Grayson Vanderbilt]

There was a lot involved in his former escape plan, where he'd actually tried to break the window in his room. He'd been in isolation for weeks now, and it was like a never ending time out. A dreary room wouldn't keep Izzy from his smiling and giggling. Izaak sat in front of this level one patient, and grinned wildly at him. Izzy's long hair carried on past his shoulders, he could easily be mistaken for a girl, but that was a daily debate with a good portion of the patients here. "Hi there!" Iz chimed in a happy lark tone "I don't think I've seen you here before..." Iz said in an inquisitive manner while pulling up on the zipper of a purple hoodie. A blond fringe covered over his eyes as he shook his head lightly and put his hood up. Just getting out of Isolation meant Izaak Vanderbilt was talkative, more so now then he'd ever been before. "I'm called Izzy, what's your name?" Even the boys voice, sounded girlish, so he could easily have passed for a girl. No matter, the only problem he'd have with that in here, well he really wouldn't because you couldn't have any type of sexual relations here, unless you some how got to a room with a door..like the bathroom, but those were monitored. A Level three patient would have to hook up with a level one patient. They had doors. Izzy had spent years here, and he'd gone without for so long, but it didn't seem to show, because...well, he had the energy of a puppy. Energetic and Overbearing amounts of adrenaline, that would actually cause him to twitch every now and again.

Friends, from the outside world, coming to see Izzy? It was rare. One actually told him it was because they didn't want to be seen anywhere near the mad house, not even for him. They were more worried about their reputation over their friend. Whatever. Izzy would spend his life in here, if it meant having real friends. It did, though, you made some excellent friends here believe it or not. If they got out, they didn't forget you, and if you did, you didn't forget them. Izzy picked up his plastic fork and poked a glob of gelatin with it. He looked curiously at the Jelly and bit his lip . It looks so gross, what if I eat it, and then IT eats ME from the inside out? Oh my God, it's going to kill me, they're trying to...no...no wait, it's just jelly. His thoughts were as irrational as his energy levels. Picking at the gelatin he smirked. "Aha-- I knew it wouldn't eat me from my insides! " He spoke aloud, not realising he'd done so. The gelatin had a lime flavour to it, and was coloured green. Green was kind of a relaxing colour, it was...an envious colour as well. Izzy was envious, envious of the people that got out of here. No matter how much Izzy said he loved it here, he didn't. The love for the place was a front, as not to scare incoming patients, like the others loved to do. It was just a mask, to hide the fact that Izzy was terrified of being here the rest of his life, for reasons he wasn't even sure anymore.

[Bronx Michael Williams]

Bronx had an elaborate escape plan but it seemed impossible at the moment. Maybe if he tried like he was escaping prison and used his sheets to climb off the roof or something, but that’d be stupid. They’d catch him with the constant watch, wouldn’t they? At least that was what he thought, maybe it would work though. He’d never know if he didn’t try though, wasn’t that what they said? But what happened if it didn’t work, what if he got caught and who knows what they’d do to him then. He didn’t even want to find that out. Bronx had been so lost in thought he hadn’t heard anyone sit down in front of him. At the sound of the voice he jumped slightly and looked up. He wasn’t sure what to think at first, he also wasn’t sure if this was a guy or a girl in front of him. The voice gave nothing away and he didn’t want to ask. He wasn’t even sure if he was going to answer them at all though, it wasn’t like he was here to make friends. He just wanted to get out of here, maybe socializing would be a good thing, maybe he could find someone to help him escape. But he didn’t know how well someone who wasn’t a level one patient would be at keeping this quiet. Finally after a long debate he decide talking to them at least wouldn’t hurt anything.

”Hello.” He said quickly in reply since they had seemed to move onto another conversation all together. ” Well no I’m a new person around here. Only been here a few days actually.” He shrugged. He only planned to really be here a few more days at the most when it was all said and done. But who knew how long that’ll be in reality. When the person introduced themselves, the name didn’t even really help to know whether they were a male or female. If he got to know them better he’d probably find out eventually. I’m Bronx.” He said simply, since he didn’t really have any nicknames or anything. He was just simply Bronx. That’s what he’d always been and he figured he’d always be that. Bronx’s friends didn’t even really have any nicknames for him, sometimes they called him B or Williams since it was his last name but usually it was always just Bronx. His friends, that was something he hadn’t thought about in awhile. They hadn’t come to see him at all since he came but his mum and siblings had. Why hadn’t they come, they were his friends, they were supposed to stick by him, through thick and thin, right? Some friends.

Maybe it was just too early for them to come. Maybe they would come later, they were just hoping he’d get out soon. Maybe his mum hadn’t even told them where he was, maybe she lied and said he left to live with some relatives, some he didn’t really have or something. But Evie would have told them the truth, wouldn’t she. He couldn’t help the internal debate in his mind. It was stupid, fighting with himself over something that he couldn’t control anyway. He needed to stop this or they would move him up a floor and he’d be stuck here for long, he definitely didn’t want that at all. Bronx looked up as Izzy spoke and said about the gelatin eating him from the inside. ”Of course it won’t, it’s not alive.” He said but then realized he probably should have. It could have sounded like he was being mean or smart, he didn’t mean to sound like that. Hopefully it wouldn’t sound like it, he wasn’t trying for it to. It was just his habit of speaking without thinking and it always got him into trouble, maybe it wouldn’t this time, maybe they’d let it slide, but they were here for being schizophrenic so maybe they wouldn’t. They were all so unpredictable here and Bronx hated it.

[Izaak Grayson Vanderbilt]

Izzy looked up at the boy, Bronx, large brown eyes dazed with confusion. His smile seemed to be built right into those cheeks of his. "It's good to meet you Bronx." He said coming to a conclusion that while he was in isolation, no one had taught Bronx some of the patient created rules. Izzy had seniority among a great deal of the patients here, four years and running. A pleasantly distasteful four years they were. Iz was just about to go over some patient lain rules when his "security guard" walked by, looking at him with a slight smile. "No more trying to escape right, Vanderbilt?" He spat curiously, with a joking chuckle. "You'd think after four years you'd know better..." The police officer said sitting next to Izaak, who had fallen quiet, only smirking lightly when he mentioned the escape plan. "Aye Sir. Probably should." He mumbled lightly, his brown eyes soft and curious. "Who's your friend kiddo?" Izaak flinched at the nickname of kiddo, but he knew the officer used it for just about everyone. "Bronx, he's new..probably level one, maybe level two, looks more like a one to me." Iz said, almost as though Bronx wasn't there. One of the rules, was to never ask how one another got there, unless you were comfortable with that person, meaning you pretty much waste your life in here with them. Izaak looked back at Bronx and smiled, weakly as the officer walked off, wishing the two a pleasant meal, and safe day. "That's Officer Greg, you probably won't see much of him, unless you have hall privileges. Most ones do, select twos also...threes though..hmph." The smile that had been so plastered to his face before, was faded, and there left was a nervous, skittish, and rather timid young man.

Pushing his meal tray aside he fiddled with a small juice carton. Poor lad wasn't to have milk, or his dear stomach wouldn't let him live it down. Falling into a more manic phase, the boy re-battled the words of Greg, over and over. They were small words, ones that generally wouldn't ruin a persons mood, but fresh from the isolation rooms, they murdered Izaak's. Taking care, in opening his juice, he looked into the carton, smelled it, looked inside again then proceeded to sip it. Gasping at the horrid taste that smothered his tongue he set his juice down. "Orange.." He said disdainfully before scraping his tongue along his top teeth, pushing his tongue outward whilst making a face and then repeating the motion. If he'd actually read the carton, he'd have known it was orange, and begged someone for a new juice or hell, a water even. The thin Izaak pushed his hair from over his eyes and sighed, resting his head on his crossed arms that were supported by the table. His eyes seemed to now be fixed on Bronx. Greg was walking back there way, he seemed to be watching Izaak closely.

DOCTOR'S NOTES::
---- Patient shows symptoms of Borderline personality disorder (BPD). Parents explained the child to be "uncontrollable" and "clingy". Patient is uncomfortable with they way he looks and acts. Patient has been sexually promiscuous and struggles with an eating disorder.Parents explain that he is constantly using marijuana. Though patient has not yet been successful in suicide attempts has made plenty of self harm. Has rapid mood swings. Patient has chronic feelings of emptiness and often finds himself suddenly angry. Possible depression.

Izaak remembered those notes the doctor had put in his file, he remembered reading it there on his desk. He remembered a lot of it all. Wait....This kid's name was Bronx? He knew a Bronx once. Almost five years ago, he was thirteen. He had a Bronx in his class, he wondered if it were the same boy, although he could be mistaken, it was about six months after they met, Iz started cross dressing, and he kind of, disappeared from school. It was here he was put, with the many attempted suicides, the constant pot smoking, he was...difficult then, almost as much as he was now.

DOCTOR'S NOTES:
----Patient shows strong signs of Gender identity disorder; crossing dressing. Patient is dissatisfied with his gender. Patient has the desire to live and be accepted as a member of the opposite sex. The transsexual identity has been present persistently since the age of 13. Patient cross-dresses and endeavors to project a complete impression of belonging to another gender, down to mannerisms, speech patterns, and emulation of sexual characteristics.

His mind flashed back to the hand written notes again, then back to class with the Bronx kid he knew. "I knew a Bronx once, almost five years ago though...." He spoke calmly, while Greg strolled from the cafeteria. "Can't imagine I'd ever see the bloke again though." Izzy told him, tone rather dull, and dreary, almost sad. Watching the shoes of a nurse stroll by he sighed, staring at the floor beneath the table. Izaak Vanderbilt liked it here, he didn't want to leave here for fear of what was on the other side of these walls. Ipswich was home for Izaak and leaving wasn't an option. No way in hell would this boy have any desire to go back home just yet. He didn't care about the materialistic bits of the world, except for his make up, and fun clothing, other then that, he could live without. After all, they let him play with make up once in a while around here.

[Bronx Michael Williams]

Bronx could feel Izzy looking at him but he couldn’t bring himself to look up. He really hated people staring but he wasn’t going to say that. He’d already said one thing without thinking, he couldn’t do that again and risk really upsetting the only person who had come to talk to him at all. He wasn’t really the type of guy who just walked up to people and talked to them and he kind of envied those who were like that, it took guts. It wasn’t that Bronx was a coward, he’d do anything he was dared to do, but he wouldn’t just walk up to someone. He never really had much luck with people. Bronx managed to look up at Izzy though. He didn’t seem so bad, he seemed pretty nice actually. He just couldn’t figured out why Izzy seemed so happy, what was there to be happy for if he was here? ”It’s good to meet you too.” He said sincerely, surprising himself slightly since he barely knew this person. He was just glad to have someone to talk to since he really didn’t like silence that much. Bronx looked up as he heard someone else talk. He didn’t know who it was but one quick glance told him it was a security guard and he didn’t want to talk to one of them. He looked quickly back down at his food then, that he hadn’t touched anyway. The longer he looked at it the more he felt sick, or it could have just been the fact the security guard was talking about trying to escape. So Izzy had tried to get out of here and had been caught, he wanted out as well.

Maybe Bronx had found someone who wanted the same thing he did, but he’d tried already and failed, meaning they’d be watching more. Or more accurately they had found him. He heard the guard sit down and he glanced up quickly when he heard him asked about Bronx. He didn’t really want to get too well known here, to more who knew him, the more would watch him, right? Well not if he was only a level one, they weren’t watched quite as closely. Bronx couldn’t help but look up as Izzy talked about him like he wasn’t sitting right across from him. How could he do that, although it probably wasn’t too hard pretending Bronx wasn’t there, people had done it before. He was a little mad about it but figured if he was in here for some sort of personality disorder or something that he probably couldn’t help it, it was probably how he talked about most people when someone else asked. Bronx saw Izzy smile weakly at him and he couldn’t help but smile weakly back at him. He was being polite, maybe he wasn’t from a completely normal family but he had been taught manners. Bronx heard him introduce the officer and nodded slightly. He figured it might help to know some of the guards names around here. ”I might see him then. I’m level one.” He said, not sure if he should say that or not, but what could it hurt if he was offering it up. He couldn’t help but notice the personality change when he said about level threes so he figured that’s Izzy’s level but he definitely wasn’t asking that, he was smart enough to know it was probably personal.

Bronx watched Izzy push his meal aside and he pushed his own aside then, since he was still feeling a little nauseous from looking at it. He had a water in front of him but he didn’t drink any of it since he wasn’t really thirsty. He watched Izzy now, almost curiously, he was interesting and Bronx liked that. He wasn’t like people he was used to and for once he thought that was okay. He wasn’t ready for Izzy’s reaction to his drink and he jumped again slightly. He heard him say orange and figured Izzy didn’t like orange flavored things. He looked at his water that wasn’t even touched and then at Izzy. ”You can have my water if you’d like. I’m not going to drink it.” He said motioning to his untouched water. He wasn’t sure if he’d take it but hey why not offer, to show that he wasn’t completely a jerk for his earlier speaking without thinking. Bronx just wished he could know what the right thing to say to people like this though, he really wasn’t sure and he really didn’t want to mess this up, he might have actually found a friends. He figured it couldn’t hurt to ask what was the wrong thing to do, right? ”So is there anything I need to know to get along well here?” He asked trying to word it right. He figured like any place there were rules that needed to be followed and Bronx was going to follow them. If anyone would know Izzy seemed like the type, since the guard had said he’d been here for four years anyway.

Bronx had talked to a doctor a few times since getting here and everything he said was foreign to him. So what if he cut himself, so what if he didn’t eat, he didn’t like food. He had used a bunch of big words that meant nothing to Bronx as well and he said they’d talked to his mum. Everything she said had been a lie, about how all his scars were self-conflicted and how he needed help. He wasn’t the one who needed help, she was. She needed help more then any of them, except maybe his father. But no one would believe him, he was just a kid, a stupid kid who hurts himself and is incapable of taking care of anyone. That was what they’d told him, he’d never be capable of watching after his sibling, it was all lies. Bronx looked up at Izzy again and pushed his thoughts out of his mind to concentrate on what Izzy was saying to him. He wondered if he knew him. What had the guard say instead of Izzy? Didn’t he say Vanderbilt? Did Bronx know any Izzy Vanderbilt’s from five years ago? That would have put him at the age of 13 and back in school. The name sounded only vaguely familiar. Bronx really wasn’t that common of a name, was it? Maybe he did know Izzy. ”Really that’s interesting. Where did you know him from, if you don’t mind me asking?” He asked, hoping that wouldn’t anger him. He was just curious, trying to remember if he knew Izzy or not. There were so many people in his past, most of them a blur because of everything he’d gone through himself.

[Izaak Grayson Vanderbilt]

We went to the same primary school, for years. He was a good kid, siblings were well also. He told Bronx lightly We were the best of mates, but I got mixed up, I messed it up bad. Izaak's brown eyes shifted downward, cowardly looking away from Bronx. When Bronx offered his water, Izzy politely declined and looked at a nurse at the cash register in the cafe line. He wondered if their families had problems like this also. He'd bet that nurse didn't have a pot head, cross dressing freak as a relative. While he started to drag down his mood he pocketed the plastic fork he'd not really used and lay his head on the table. ”So is there anything I need to know to get along well here?” Izzy looked up and smirked "If you want to survive here,I'll let you know now that you best not expect anyone but family to come see you. Friends don't care anymore. Friends, they aren't your friends. People here are as real as they come, if they don't like you, they let you know. If they think something you've said or done is stupid, they'll let you know, except Chester over there, " Izz said, a cold tone taking to his voice. " Chester's a liar, pathologically. He'll lie to you to make his life interesting, he'll lie about the way you look, you can't trust a damn thing the man says.Most of the Level three patients, don't like to be touched, or spoken with. Me I like to talk to everyone. Oh yeah, and don't try to get out, they'll catch you. They're Always watching." Izzy's mood was shot to hell but he spoke truths, disturbing, painful truths.


Looking at his arms he traced the veins in them. His voice was dreary as he spoke up next, not moving his eyes from his veins, almost as though in a trance. "Do you ever wonder, Bronx, about the veins in your body? If you split them, do they scream like the lambs Bronx?" while tracing his veins, it had seemed that the nurse from the line, caught on and sent medical staff to the table. "Izaak?...Izaak?" Iz looked up the whites of his eyes turning pink from the strain he was putting on them, not to break down and cry. "Izaak, are you okay?" the nurse asked him quietly, looking at Bronx with a concerned look. "I'm fine, thanks" Izaak lied in his same trance tone as before. His hand shook for a moment, and he started to cry, for whatever reason, this psychobabbling boy was now bawling his maple brown eyes out. The nurse instantly went to hugging him telling him to calm down. She looked a Bronx, concern still vibrant on her face. She sighed lightly and spoke softly to Bronx "Sometimes Izzy goes threw fits like this, try not to touch him too much if he does get like this.

[/color]" She said while letting go of Iz, assuming they would be the best of mates now. While rubbing those red, bloodshot eyes Iz mumbled, while standing "I'm t-tired of being here, I wanna go home. I've not been outside these gates in four years. FOUR FUCKING YEARS! He started to shout at the nurse, testosterone and adrenaline coming together to make a rather risky rage. Going to restrain him, the nurse moved closer.

When her arms were around him, holding his arms down he pushed with all his force to get her off of him. Struggling and straining until finally the adrenaline broke through and he tossed her off of him. "Don't fucking touch me" He growled, while sitting back down, looking at Bronx and mumbling informatively "I'm sorry you had to see that........If you're not mad when you get put here, you'll be mad before you get out." It was almost a warning. He looked back at the nurse, whom had fallen and received a scratch from the table he'd pushed her into. She was bleeding, and it honestly, didn't seem like Izzy cared, right now anyway.
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[Bronx Michael Williams]

Bronx thought about what Izzy was saying, this kids siblings were well also. Did he mean siblings or sibling? Because at the time when Bronx was 13 he only have Evie who was 7. He kept listening to Izzy and felt bad for him. He looked at him for a moment and sighed. ”I have three other siblings. But when I was 13 I only had my little sister, Evangeline.” He said, not sure why he was telling him this. Maybe because if it was him who had been friends with Izzy when they were younger he would have felt horrible for forgetting him. But a part of him hoped he was his past childhood friend because then they could be friends again. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it really. He just didn’t know what to say here, he was always so worried about messing up and getting himself into trouble, which wasn’t usually like him. Bronx listened intently to what Izzy was saying about surviving here. He felt sort up down when he said not to expect anyone but family to come and visit. It was like he’d read his earlier thoughts and knew he was wondering about why his friends hadn’t come yet. He sort of wished Izzy hadn’t told him that but he figured it was better to know straight out then to wait and hope for them to come, he just needed the truth for once, he was so used to lies. When Izzy pointed out Chester he looked over and him and nodded. He looked back at Izzy when he went on to say about not trying to escape. ”Oh I see.” He sighed, feeling even more down now. Well at least he now knew not to waste his time on it, although he probably still try anyway.

Bronx was now feeling pretty depressed about the truths that Izzy had told him. It was almost as if he had taken every thought and hope of Bronx’s and crushed them. But Izzy and tried to escape, hadn’t he? He didn’t make it but that didn’t mean no one could make it, did it? He wasn’t sure but it was going to bug him now. He watched Izzy as he looked down at his own arms. He was curious as to what he was going to do. He heard Izzy’s question and looked at him even more confused but he pulled his sleeves up and showed him his own forearms, covered in scars. ”They don’t make noise Izzy. I would know.” He said still watching him, with confusion and curiosity at the same time. When Bronx heard the medical staff coming towards them he quickly pulled his own sleeves back down on his own arms. He hadn’t shown anyone those, why had he just shown Izzy? Maybe because it was the way he was talking to him, it was almost frightening. Bronx saw the nurse look and him and he looked down quickly, he didn’t know what to say or do. He didn’t want to make anything worse, or be associated with this, he hadn’t brought it on, had he? He looked back up at Izzy though. He heard him speak like he had before and knew he wasn’t okay but he wasn’t going to say that, he was too afraid of what would happen if he did. Bronx was not used to this at all and it freaked him out, so this is what people were like when they were on the higher levels. What should he do? He stared at him with his bright blue eyes wide with an almost fear. When the nurse spoke to him it shocked him out of his own trance and he jumped and looked at her. He nodded quickly and looked down at the table, just to get his eyes away from Izzy.

Bronx looked up again as he heard Izzy stand up, what was he going to do. He really didn’t like this place at all, it was way too unpredictable. He felt so bad for Izzy because of how long he’d been here, trapped inside this place like a prison. He swore if he ever got out that he’d come back for Izzy too, he could help him just as much if not better then the people here. He knew it, he just had to help himself first. He had to get better first, if that’s what they called it. He heard Izzy yell then. Izzy’s rage reminded him too much of his father’s rage. This was how his father always got before he attacked and beat Bronx. It scared him too much to move. If Izzy could get like this, what if Bronx did this? What if he got out of here and took his siblings, only to turn into his own father? How could he deal with that? Bronx couldn’t stand the yelling and watched Izzy throw the nurse back, he couldn’t sit there and do nothing, could he? Even if he didn’t like the doctors and nurses here, he couldn’t let them get hurt by someone, could he? His mind was spinning and he needed it to stop, he needed it all to stop. This was why he cut himself, it took all the thoughts from his mind. Bronx looked up quickly at Izzy and didn’t know what to do. He nodded quickly at him though. He didn’t see how people could hurt other people and he got up without thinking and went over to the nurse. ”Are you okay?” He asked squatting by her. He knew Izzy would probably be mad a him but he couldn’t help it, he had to help her. If he couldn’t help his siblings, then he had to help someone.

[Izaak Grayson Vanderbilt]

He was cautious as he got up again, watching Bronx go help the nurse he'd thrown across the room. His heart was pounding as he walked away, he could feel the pulse in his neck, it was throbbing, of course walking away from all this, well that would be impossible, because that damn Officer Greg came up and pinned him on the wall. Izzy wiggled out of his grip, but Greg caught him by the shirt, which Izzy then maneuvered out of. Wiggling out of his shirt, revealed scars too many. He shivered and sat on the table, he'd sat at with Bronx, he lay across it, scarred torso visible to anyone's eye. Izzy's voice was monotone, he spoke softly "You guys admitted me here to make me better..you keep me here to stabilize me. It's been four years and I've gotten no where, the only reason I haven't smoked pot, is because I'm in here, the only reason I don't wear make up is because I'm in here, the only reason I haven't tried to kill myself is because I am in HERE. This shit doesn't HELP it just keeps you away from everything, that's not help at all, that's deprivation." Izzy looked at Greg, the nurse, and the doctors that had crowded around. "You treat us, like caged animals, and really, it makes me feel like I'm not good enough for society. It makes me feel like there's something wrong with me, like I messed up. I've messed up PLENTY of times, like the time I tried to get my friend in primary school to smoke with me, or the time I kicked that kid in the head for trying to borrow my pen. This, this mental thing...THAT'S NOT MY FAULT and I'm sick of feeling like it is." He looked at Bronx and shook his head lightly as he sat up on the table. "I was in isolation for two weeks, in a room all by myself with the padded walls and all, and they call that treatment. That's not treatment, that's madness. " Izaak said sternly. "Look, I'm sorry, for everything I've ever done, to hurt anyone, but you can't tell me that what they do in here, to us as patients, is any better."

Izzy got off the table and looked at Greg. "Alright, buff boy, let's go then, Isolation rooms it is." Iz said sarcastically. Greg shook his head "They're trying to protect you kid, they're trying to help you, you just don't think you need it, if you could see that you might just need some kind of professional help, well, you might have gotten out of here three years ago." Izzy shook his head. He didn't want this, he didn't need help, society made him think he needed help. Izzy left the cafeteria, heading to his room where he'd throw himself on his bed, fall from it onto the floor and lay there, sobbing about how he wanted to go home, recalling all the times he'd really messed up. Thinking about what Bronx had said...did he say his sister was called Evangeline? Izzy struck a memory chord and sat up on the floor. Izzy hadn't put another shirt on just yet nor had he gotten his back from Greg, but he darted towards the Cafeteria. He heard 'WALK IZAAK' from several people but he just kept running, until he smacked right into the cafeteria door. "Son of a shit dude, fucking door." Iz growled before walking into the Cafeteria, rubbing his face quietly mumbling to himself before laying eyes on Bronx. "Your sister, she's called Evangeline? Then you must be Bronx Williams...we went to primary school together." He told him, while watching him closely. "Izaak Grayson Vanderbilt." He said nodding, informing him just who he was.Izaak's body felt cold, and he looked at the nurse he'd thrown and yelped. She was bleeding, now he cared, because he'd voiced what he needed to voice, and well his mind shifted gears.

The yelp he made echoed through out the cafeteria. "God..damn I'm so sorry." He fell quiet, only looking at what he'd done. "I-i-" The nurse cut him off and hushed him. She explained to him that she took this job knowing what could happen and that this was one of the possibilities, being injured and it was something that she could handle. He still felt horrible though. His brown eyes wielded with tears that started to run down his face. He didn't like to hurt people, but he did it, a lot. It wasn't from being in here it was part of why he was in here. He'd nearly knifed a kid for trying to pet his dog once.

[Bronx Michael Williams]

Bronx was helping the nurse but he was still watching Izzy, he didn’t want him to attack him from behind or something, not that he didn’t trust him. It was just…well it was that at the moment, he didn’t trust him because he was unstable in how he was acting. If he was anything like Bronx’s father he wasn’t done hurting people, but he needed to stop comparing people to him, Izzy was his dad, he wasn’t hurting people for fun. Izzy just couldn’t control himself at times, hence the reason why he was here. Why did Bronx tie all his problems into the hell he’d left? Or had been forced to leave by his mum, he needed to stop. He was watching Izzy still as Officer Greg tried to detain him but failed. This guy was good at not being held down when he wanted to be, but that could probably be a bad thing too. When Izzy had gotten his shirt off Bronx saw tons of scars on Izzy’s chest and he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been through the hell Bronx had. Did his father abuse him too or was that just what Izzy did to himself? It was almost sick to look at, as it reminded Bronx of everything that had been done to him by his father and himself. He couldn’t stop watching Izzy though, almost as if he was pulled in by what he was doing. When he started talking he knew Izzy was telling the truth, or at least what he thought was the truth. He could tell Izzy had been wanting to say all this for awhile, he just wondered how long he’d actually been waiting for it. ”You treat us, like caged animals, and really, it makes me feel like I’m not good enough for society.” Bronx completely agreed with this statement. He’d only been here for a few days and already their fucked up view of how to treat their patients was messing with his head. He hated it, they weren’t helping anyone at all. He listened to what Izzy had done in horror almost, how could he think those were just messing up? That’s more fucked up then he could imagine.

When Izzy looked at Bronx, he was too interested to look away and watched him. How could they call that helping anyone. Locking them away for two weeks, Bronx would have went insane. He would have killed himself, somehow. It was madness and they were supposed to be helping them, when they were the ones who should be in here. Was Bronx losing it already after being here for a short time? He wanted to agree with Izzy, make a stand even, but he found his mouth wouldn’t…no couldn’t work. He was just sitting there, unable to do anything, to respond. What the hell was happening to him, was he going insane? Would he be moved up floors, no he couldn’t be he was only here for his anorexia and that’s all he’d ever be here for. He kept watching Izzy though, sitting down on the floor now since his legs had started to hurt from squatting. The nurse was forgotten at the moment, since he was too shocked to say or do anything really. What the cop had said made sense as well though, who was Bronx supposed to believe, everything here was so confusing. His mind was spinning and he felt nauseous as he tried to think things through. He needed to smoke, that’s what he needed, if only he could will his body to move, to go outside to smoke. Bronx hadn’t realized he’d been staring at the floor until he heard something thud into the door and his head shot up. He then saw Izzy come through rubbing his face. When Izzy looked at him he wondered what he wanted. When he said his name he was shocked, so he did know him. ”Yeah I am.” He said as realization hit him. He knew Izzy and he meant it, he really knew him, remembered him, just differently. ”I know you! I remember it now, you look so different.” He said smiling, happy he finally knew someone here.

Bronx couldn’t help but jump with Izzy yelped, he wasn’t expecting it at all. Bronx watched as Izzy got down by the nurse, the one he’d forgotten about when Izzy was speaking his mind, he felt bad about it now. But Izzy seemed to have it under control, besides his mind was still spinning. He looked around for someone who would take him outside to smoke. His body started working after a moment though, now that he didn’t think there was anything to worry about. He started to stand, feeling a new wave of nausea sweep over him as he stood. He shouldn’t have eaten today, had he known what was going to happen and that his head would be spinning then he wouldn’t have. But now he didn’t seem to be able to hold anything down, before he could stop it, before he could even make it to something he threw up on the floor a few feet from where he had been previously sitting by the nurse. It was lucky that Bronx had really only eaten about a bite of food and had nothing to throw up really. His mind was reeling still as he tried to stop it, dry heaving a few times. When he finally stopped his dizziness was subsiding but his legs felt weak, he wasn’t sure how long he could stay standing now.

[Izaak Grayson Vanderbilt]

Izzy covered his lower torso where the scars got really bad, he covered them with his arms "please stop looking at me." he whimpered, as he got lower on the aggression chart and higher on the pathetic, self conscious, emotional chart. He looked weakly at Bronx, he'd gone through so many emotions, so quickly it was a wonder he wasn't exhausted from all the adrenaline that had to be pumping through his tiny body. "People...we change Bronx, when alls one wants is a little change, she might be shunned and locked in here, and told that she is not a she, but she is a he." Izaak sighed "Thus four years later, she has realized, that though uncomfortable in her skin, to leave a horrid hell hole of this nature, she must accept her given gender." Izaak sighed. "Much rather, I would love to be Izabelle over Izaak, but to leave, if I must be Izaak, I shall" He told him quietly while shaking his head. Transsexualism, it was a hard fact in Izaak's life, and he'd much rather be a woman, but, that was failing clearly. After four years of living like this, he'd realized, that it was so much easier, on himself, society and his family. He gagged when Bronx threw up, having to turn away, starting to panic, as he peered through his fingers at Bronx "are you okay?" he said curiously, removing his hands as the vomit was starting to be cleaned up by janitors who were rather fast acting. Izzy's brown eyes glistened with wet tears from his gag reflex. He watched Bronx, keeping his eyes close on the other boy, begging him silently to not throw up again for him to throw up again would cause Izz to puke.

[April Sophia May]

April's eyes were trained on the scene unfolding on the table, a boy who seemed very very upset was.. being just that. Very upset. It made her feel a tad anxious as she clutched onto the lunch tray.

She eyed the abandoned orange juice on the table with the straw sticking out of the carton, and she smiled wistfully at the carton with imagesof oranges all over it. It seemed like no one wanted it anymore, so another mans trash was another April's treasure!

She darted forward with eager hands and grabbed onto the carton from the table where the two boys were. "Don't make eye contact. Don't make them angry. Don't talk." She told herself loudly as if she were giving herself rather clear behavioural instructions. She clutched the carton of juice in her hands briefly; stroking the plasticy feeling cardboard before placing it on the tray beside her own juice carton.

She gazed around with wide eyes at the tables around them. Sadly, this one seemed to be the emptiest due to the sudden intake of patietns at the damn asylum. If she had her way, she'd be eating outside in the play ground on the swing she liked.

"April, you should sit there.." a voice said in her head. Without answering it, she nodded her head and sat down with a dazed expression; hands clutching protectively onto her food. It was safe to say that she didn't have any problems eating.. Only if her 'friends' instructed her not to eat. Those days were bad days.

April ran a hand through her bubblegum pink hair, twirling it around her finger before she lifted up her spoon and proceeded to carve shapes out of the jelly warily; forming stars and moons and other small things. She kept her eyes firmly trained on the lunch tray in front of her..

Until of course, she heard a disgusting squishy wet noise. Puke,someone was puking. Ew! She gazed over at the boys with a look of disgust; watching the Janitors clean up the mess on the ground. Although, not even that would put her off her food! She shoved the jelly into her mouth hungrily; swallowing.

She gazed at the two boys with interest. One, looked like a girl..and the other had short sandy hair. It was sort of cute, but Kelly (Or, 'the voice') told her otherwise. 'He doesn't look very friendly, April..' Kelly said warily. April shook her head and frowned.

[Bronx Michael Williams]

Bronx saw Izzy cover himself and new he must be going through another emotion switch. He looked down then when Izzy spoke because he felt bad that he was staring. He hadn’t meant to, it just sort of happened. Sometimes he did that without realizing it, although he never meant anything bad by it. He didn’t know why but he felt bad for Izzy, how his emotions just randomly changed and he didn’t really have control over it. He would hate for that to ever happen to him or someone in his family, although he knew it well from his father. When he felt Izzy’s eyes on him he looked back up to look at Izzy then. Bronx knew well that people changed, he just didn’t like to think about it too much. It was weird how much Izzy had changed though. As Izzy was talking he realized that Izzy was here because he wanted to be a girl. People made that change all the time, why’d Izzy get thrown in here for that, although the fast emotion changes might have had something to do with it too. He didn’t know what to say in response to this though, it was just adding to his headache really. What Izzy was saying made him feel yet again bad for Izzy, he had a hard life in here and all because of the fact he wanted to be a girl. That wasn’t right, for anyone.

After Bronx threw up he actually felt somewhat better, although his head still hurt. He had heard Izzy gag when he threw up and thought Izzy was going to throw up too but he didn’t. Bronx heard Izzy speak to him then. ”I’m fine now.” He sighed. It was true, he wasn’t feeling sick anymore. He still really needed a smoke though, but he was not longer dizzy or nauseous now that he knew he had nothing left to throw up. He was sort of amazed at how fast the janitors reacted here, but he figured that was because of the fact they probably did this a lot. They also would want to prevent others from seeing it and getting sick. He really hadn’t meant to be sick, but who did that, unless they were bulimic but he was anorexic there was a difference. He just didn’t eat. Bronx had been so caught up in what Izzy had been saying to him though that he hadn’t heard or seen the girl who had sat down at their table until now. He had looked up at her in time to see her shake her head and look down. The girl was interesting to say the least, her bright pink hair caught his attention quickly, but he had no clue who she was. He sighed though and turned his attention back to Izzy and the nurse who was standing a few feet away watching. ”I need to smoke.” He said, hoping she’d let him, because otherwise he’d find someone else.