If I kill myself, I can leave this place Liam's brown careless eyes stared at the wall, his back facing Harry who wrote in his journal. Liam's body laid comfortably on his bed with his thoughts running wild, If I do it, it has to be done right. I can't risk another suicide attempt. Liam slowly sat on the edge of his bed and asked Harry, "What time is lunch?"

Harry said without looking up from his journal, "In a couple of hours. Why?" He set his pen down.

Liam glanced at Harry's pen, "Can I borrow your pen?" It's sharp enough.

Harry looked at his pen. He somehow read Liam's thoughts, "You're not touching it. I use it to write. As cool as it might be to have someone's blood all over it, I don't want it to be yours."

He eyed Liam, "You can't kill yourself here. Someone else does it for you." He paused, "Why during lunch?"

"Maybe there are forks or knives."

Harry looked at him, "They only give us plastic forks--"

"Still sharp--"

"And they watch our every movement." Harry glared at Liam. Liam read his eyes. Harry didn't want Liam to kill himself. Liam looked away, "I can try."

Harry sighed, "Whatever." The tone of his voice changed to more playful, "Wanna pass the time?" He grinned, getting up from the chair. He sat down on the edge of Liam's bed, his side touching his. Liam rolled his eyes with a bit of laughter, "Fuck off." He looked at Harry, "I'm not going to lie...I'm interested in your story."

Harry teased, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Liam chuckled, "Deal."

Harry brought his knees up against his chest, cradling himself on Liam's bed. He said,
"There's not much to say. Did I have a rough childhood? Yeah. Never knew my dad, my mum was always pressuring me to be perfect. She said I have the looks to swoon any girl I want, but I didn't care for girls...that was the case until I met a girl. Her name was Lacy. She was cute, funny, and she actually cared if I didn't show up to class...let's just say my obsession drove me crazy--literally." Harry chuckled, "I started to follow her around, more than anyone should. It wasn't until she hit me in the stomach for touching her ass is when I started hearing voices. I'm guessing it was built up throughout my childhood with my mum's cries for my dad, her yelling at me to stand up straight."

"They told me to do things to Lacy. Find her, rape her, kill her. It changed me dramatically. The more I suppressed the voices, the more insane and hot tempered acts I did. I finally accepted the voices. I acted out, gutting the family dog and cat, killing the fish...but I can say, I've never felt more happier." Harry chuckled with a huge grin, "I'm in control now. I let the voices speak." He paused, "But the more my childhood memories fade, the more insane I feel."

Liam questioned, "Did you...do those things to Lacy?"

Harry looked at Liam, "Wouldn't you like to know?" He laughed.

So my roommate might be a murderer.

Harry pulled on Liam's trousers, "Show me yours."

Liam smacked his hand, "Your sexuality confuses me. Do you like guys or girls?"

"Doesn't matter." Harry smiled, "I'm after your heart."

Liam rose a brow, "You're so weird."

"You're still my best friend, right?"

Liam nodded, "Sure." He hesitated, "I can't say my childhood was crap because it was amazing--from what I can remember. It wasn't until I met my ex-girlfriend. She got pregnant and after a while, had a miscarriage." Liam felt his eyes bottle with water, "My dad died before then. The same fucking week--just my fucking luck." He tried to smile, but it couldn't be helped. Liam paused, "I could have just mourned and moved on...but for some reason, suicide was the first thing I thought of."

"Maybe you've always wanted to do it." Harry said.

"Maybe. I have no reason to though."

"Yes you do." Harry said, "The world sucks. I mean, we're stuck in here just for being different. We're treated like shit, electrocuted if we step out of line. It's fucking inhumane." He said, "But we have each other, along with other patients. We're going to take over soon, give them the taste of their own medicine."

Liam stared at him, "What are you planning, Harry?"

Harry moved his legs away from his chest. He leaned toward Liam and pressed the palm of his hands against Liam's cheeks. His green eyes locked with Liam's as he said, "You won't feel the need to kill yourself. I'm going to make everything better. I promise." He slowly kissed Liam's nose. Liam didn't move, feeling the touch of Harry's lips against him. Liam didn't feel uncomfortable, but he didn't feel comfortable either. The only thing Liam was thinking as Harry kissed his nose was, What is he going on about?

Notes

sorry that this chapter was short xo