Being locked up in a loony bin was what most people feared, but it was my everyday life. A loony bin full of teenagers.

Everyday I was forced out of bed at 7 am, going to the showers, getting dressed, then breakfast. Eating, breathing, even living was a chore and I was doing a shitty job at it.

We were at dinner when the asylum manager came in.

"New playmate guys." He yelled with no emotion in his voice.

There was a girl standing next to him, she wall small and looked like she hated everything.

"Introduce yourself." The manager, who I had never learned the name of, commanded.

"I'm Wren, I'm 16, and I know I'm going to hate it here." She said.

"Now the rest of you," Manager started. "I want you all to introduce yourselves."

Bianca started. "I'm Bianca and I'm 16."

Next it was Oliver. "I'm Oliver and I'm 17."

"I'm Monica and I'm 14."

"I'm Brooke and I'm 17."

"I'm Charlotte and I'm 13."

Charlotte was the youngest person here. She was cute, but she was...unstable.

Then, it was my turn.

"I'm Jaxon, I'm 17, and I already hate it here." I said.

The new girl, Wren, gave me a smile, which I gladly returned. I didn't usually smile, but there was something about her smile that made it infectious.

"Off to group!" The manager yelled when I finished, seeing as I was the last person.

We all grabbed our plates, cleaned up, and went to or evening group, which was group therapy.

"Hey," I said to Wren as we were walking to group.

"Hi." She said back.

"So, do you hate it here yet?" I asked.

"If you keep talking to me then I will." She responded, smiling at me.

"I was just wondering how your talk with the manager was?"

"Man, he scares the shit out of me." She said.

"If agree." I said. "He almost actually scared the shit out of me on my first day."

Wren laughed, and boy, was it a beautiful sound.

When we got to group, I sat down in my normal spot, and Wren sat next to me. She was the only one, considering  everyone else was scared of me. Well, of what I was there for.

"Okay everyone! Time for circle talk." An overly perky attendant guy said. We were in the same order, except for Wren, who was now by me, so the guy said. "Let's start with Bianca."

"I'm Bianca and I'm here because my mom thinks I'm crazy."

"Can you be more specific?" The attendant asked.

"My mom says I forget things. Like hurting her, my dad, and my little sister."

"Well, we've seen a huge improvement in your case." The attendant said. "Next!"

"I'm Oliver and I'm here for Kleptomania."

"I'm Monica and I'm here because I have a hard time with authority, so I hurt someone."

"I'm Brooke and I'm here because I killed my boyfriend. He was abusing me."

"I'm Charlotte and I'm here for assaulting a police officer. He had my momma so I hurt him."

"I'm Wren and I came here because my sister said I almost killed her, but her boyfriend did it. He beat her, but she blamed it on me for wanting him."

I was shocked. I don't know someone could do that to their own sister. I was confused because my own sister loved me. Well, until I did what I did.

"Jaxon?" The attendant asked.

I glanced up and saw everyone staring at me. I looked back down and started talking.

"I'm here for killing someone." I said.

"Who?" The attendant prodded.

"My family."

Thanks to avantgardes for the plot!!!