"Remington? Dr. Biersack is here."

"Could you let him in please?" Remington asks his words almost inaudible.

"Of course." The girl nods letting him in.

Remington had been at this mental health hospital for close to two months now. He didn't really conversate to anyone other than Dr. Biersack.

"Hi, Remington," Andy says sitting on the bed next to him.

Remington waves and looks at the wall which had a drawing of a gas mask on it. He sighed.

"Is there something bothering you today Rem?"

Remington shrugs and traces the drawing with his finger.

"I'm fine..." The boy mumbles.

"You really aren't fine Remington... You know you can tell me what happened..." Andy says.

He shakes his head and looks at his hand which was placed on the wall over the drawing of the gas mask that his roommate made... If that roommate was even real, and if that drawing even exists... He shakes the thought off and just continues tracing the drawing to distract himself from his thoughts. 

Anyone who just looked at him could tell something was up... Andy looked at Remington with concern written all over his face, he was scared Rem would hurt himself somehow... He would manage to find a way, he's small he could easily go unnoticed.

"You know you aren't going to go anywhere unless you talk to me, Remington... I'm sorry but that's how it is..."

Remington stops and looked at Andy.

"They hurt me..." Remington mutters looking back at the wall.

"I've been hurt by people like them too..." Andy sighs knowing he shouldn't have mentioned that.

He still had the mindset nobody really cares about what hell he went through here... This place broke him but he slowly got better because of the therapist that worked here... He talked to him almost every day when he was there and for a few months after he was released...

And he wanted to do the same for someone else, and this person would be Remington... Oh, he won't be able to forget the look on Dr. Way's face when he was able to be released. He was so happy for Andy... But that was close to 6 years ago now.

Remington looks back at Andy. "I didn't know..."

"Well, I didn't tell you. But I was forced to go to one of these places when I was around 22 and got released close to a year later..."

Remington nods and Andy places his hand on Rem's shoulder making him moan from the pain since it was still extremely sore.

"I'm so sorry Remington! Could you, uh, let me see your shoulder?"

He nods taking his shirt off so Andy could look at the injury. His back showing while he attempted to cover his arms...

It looked like he was hit with something. That was exactly what happened, he refused to do something and got hit... Andy looked at the mark in disgust. He didn't know why anyone would do this. It was sick... He didn't want Remington to go through this. He was broken as it is, this would only make it worse...

When Andy looked more and saw cuts on Remington's sides. He knew he did this to himself... He told Remington he could put his shirt back on. That was because he didn't want to see the damaged person he was. He wants to see the person he will be, the person who will overcome those urges, and find happiness and purpose...

"You're strong Remington..." Andy says. "Do you want to know what my therapist used to say to me?"

"What?"

"'You always have a choice. You can either let what people say or do affect you, or you can choose to ignore what happens and when it comes to times like this the only good way of revenge is making something of yourself.'"

Remington nods a small smile creeping its way on his face. The smile complimented his usually emotionless face. He didn't even know why he smiled... But it left almost as soon as it came...

"Remington, it's time to eat." A man says entering the room.

"I guess that's my queue to leave," Andy says getting up.

"Don't leave me..."

Remington grabs Andy's shirt to keep him from leaving...

"I'm sorry Remington, I'll be back tomorrow..." Andy says softly, he gently grabs Remingtons' hand and takes it off of his shirt.

Remington nods and lets go of his shirt. Moments later he gets up to go to the cafeteria. He didn't know any of these people and he didn't really want to... He sighs and gets a tray letting the workers put food on it. At this point, he questioned if the food was edible. All the tables had at least one person there. 

So he sat next to one of the people he at least recognized, it was his roommate. He was a boy with short brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. He had always seemed a bit fidgety and anxious. He was mute which meant he didn't have to conversate with him. Remington only waves at him. He didn't want to talk as he found it hard to want to trust people since his father and these hallucinations.

"Remington, you need to eat, you know what happened last time," Delilah says sitting beside him.

"I'm fine..." Remington mumbles poking at his food.

He never liked Delilah much, she acted too much like a mother... He learned that she was anorexic, cared more about her siblings than herself, when money she never ate, got obsessed with losing weight.

The brown haired boy looked at Remington and noticed his plate was full and saw he was hesitant to eat the food given to him.

"Remmy please..." The girl whines.

Remington looks down hiding his face. He hasn't let anyone call him Remmy since that's what his father called him when he was young.

"Don't call me that..." Remington mumbles tearing up.

"I'm sorry."

"I- No i-it's fine..." Remington says softly.

"Are you okay?" Delilah asks genuinely concerned.

"Well, I-I'm in a mental hospital, what do you think? We all have a past, mine lead me here."