*A/N: This is my first story, so please be nice!*
*Toby's POV*
      
        "Don't fuck this one up", Chris said icily as I climbed out of his Hummer.
        His words stung, but by now, I was used to it. I grabbed my small backpack of toiletries and whatnot and slammed the car door closed.He sped off and I turned to the building I was going to spend at least a year in. It was a dull brick building that looked to be at least 40 years old and had no decorations outside at all. No flowerbeds or trees or anything, just pure boredom. A big sign said, "Newfield's Mental Health Rehabilitation Home", but it looked faded and as old as the building. Sighing, I swung my bag over my shoulder and headed on inside.

        The inside instantly made me want to leave and I could already tell this was going to be a long stay. All the walls and the ceiling were bright white. It reminded me of a hospital. The lobby had a neutral navy blue carpet and some fake plastic plants, but it didn't mask the sterile feel of the place. There were three red plastic chairs across the room from an unattended receptionist desk, but there were bolted to the ground. I stood there, unsure of what to do, listening to the constant hum of the fluorescent lights overheard when a guy walked into the lobby.
        "October Greyson?" He asked, seeming way too happy to be working in a place like this. He was probably on his late thirties and had shoulder length chocolate brown hair that hung straight down. He was wearing a bright yellow smiley face T-shirt and light colored faded blue jeans.
        "Um yeah, but I like Toby better." I said, walking over to him.
        "Well Toby, I'm Tom, the adviser for this wing of the Home," Tom said "Before we go meet you roommate, I'll give you the grand tour and tell you the basics."
       
        An hour later and I was already tired of Tom. He was nice and all, but he was just way too happy to be around. Pretty much all I needed to know was that we could get lunch whenever we felt like it between 12 and 2 in the afternoon, and once a week we had to talk to our adviser to see how we're doing and all that. Another rule Tom had shared that there were no cell phones or computers and newbies couldn't have ipods either >.        "Oh yeah, here's your ID bracelet." Tom pulled out a blue hospital bracelet and clasped it around my wrist, much to my dismay because this made my scars come out in plain view, though if he saw them, he didn't say anything about it. "And you can pick up your Zoloft everyday at lunchtime, just find me or go see the receptionist. Well, this is your room. Everything should be in there."
        "Ok, thanks." I said quietly as Tom turned, starting to walk away, but then stopped and turned back halfway.
        "If you ever need to talk or anything, my office is always open." I knew I'd never go, but thanked him anyways.Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to my room.

        The room was painted (surprise, surprise) white. The carpet was the same navy blue and I was starting to hate the colors blue and white together by now. There were two beds, one in each corner opposite the door. The bed to the left was all neat and organized and had books and stuff littered about, whereas the bed to the right had all of my stuff piled on it. Hm, guess that ones mine -__-. There were two wardrobe like closets, one on either side of the door and once again, the one on the left side was organized and neat and mine was totally barren. Between my roommate's bed and their closet, there was a closed door. I heard what sounded like a shower running and assumed it was the bathroom. There were no windows, but we each got a night stand on the side of our bed and there was 5 feet of space between the two beds, so I guessed my roommate couldn't be that bad of a guy. I mean, they wouldn't put anyone super dangerous in a room with someone else, right?
        By now I was making myself nervous, so I decided I should organize my mess to help occupy myself. I went to my bed and opened my first bag, which was full of clothes. I dragged it to my wardrobe and started putting things on hangers and separating shirts and jeans and everything. After twenty minutes I was done and just as I stuffed the empty bag into the bottom of the wardrobe, the bathroom door opened, revealing my roommate.
        He was about my age, with pitch black side swept hair and mysterious green/grey eyes. He was wearing dark blue jeans, but was shirtless and was toweling his dripping hair dry. I looked at him for only a minute, but quickly felt my face heat up and I turned away, back to my bed and stuff.
        "I'm not naked, so don't freak out like that." He said, sounding annoyed.
        "I-I'm sorry," I mumbled, stuttering dumbly as I started pulling things out of a different bag and  putting things up in the nightstand drawer. I don't know why, but for some reason I was terrified of this guy. But I also had to admit he was cute...It was going to be a really long stay. :/

*A/N So I have no idea how long to make the chapters...Tell me what you think? Too long, too short? I already have at least the next chapter or so written out, but I want some feedback to see what the readers think, so comment maybe? :D*