"We met for one of the two reasons, either you're a blessing or a lesson"- Unknown

Chloe's POV:

Rachel excuses herself and goes along with the fat terrorizing nurse who dragged the man inside the building.

I look around the ground. People seem to be busy in their stuff. I sling my back over my shoulder walking ahead. The green-feathery grass below urged me to remove my shoes.

I spot a vacant marble seat a few inches away. I head towards it, deciding to sit for a while until Rachel comes back.

I felt eyes around stare at me as I ignore them walking to the bench. Sitting down, I place my bag on the bench. My shoulders relax taking in the peaceful atmosphere around.

The wind blows making leaves of the trees rustle. The grass sways gracefully dancing along with the wind. I remove my shoes feeling the soft texture on my skin sending tingles.

Closing my eyes shut, I breathe in the fresh air. The wind is making my dark hazel colored hair to swirl along with it. A small strand of it escapes covering my eyes.

"H-hi."

I nearly jump out of my skin startled by the voice.

I turn my head towards the source. My brown orbs clash with striking ocean blue ones.

The air blows making both our hair mimic the velvety grass. The red-yellow shades of leaves fall from the trees that stood beside him, moving along with wind.

For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off from him, being drawn to those eyes. I feel the world around us zone out and there's no one except for the two of us.

I mentally wondered how can people have such captivating eyes.

His eyes sparkled with amusement and happiness.

His jet black hair makes him stand out with the color of his eyes. He seems to be around my age or a year older than me.

The guy sits next to me.

He's wearing the same dress as everyone around here. I guess it as the asylum's dress-code.

I sigh as a mental relief washes me. I don't have to worry about my clothes since I've only two pairs, one inside the bag other one that I'm wearing.

"Hello there", I reply back politely, glancing away from him to break the eye contact. The grass suddenly looks interesting.

From the corner of my eye I catch him staring at me. My heart starts skips a beat.

"Can you play with me? I-I want a passenge-er to depart."

It was for this?

I crane my neck to look at him in bewilderment.

It takes a moment for me to comprehend he isn't fooling around with me. I study him, those eyes shine with strange thrill.

A thought strikes me at the speed of lighting. I come to a realization that he must be like everyone around here. Mentally disabled.

A dull ache tugs my heart. For some unknown reason, I didn't want to believe it.

Before I could reply he interlocks his hand with mine and pulls me back on my feet. I stare at him surprised. I feel tingles crawl all the way up on my arm from his touch.

Snap out of it Chloe!

"Let's go, hurry!"

I open my mouth to deny but his innocence shuts me right away. Quickly, I dig my foot inside my white sneakers and sling my backpack.

Maybe I can company him till Rachel's back, she won't be mad now right?

He fast-walks me to a nearby area next to a tall tree. My gaze flickers to the huge tree. This particular tree is the tallest around here. I stare in awe at the tree.

I feel his hands leave mine, the warmth leaving with him.

I keep staring at the tree to distract myself. The tree is pretty old and huge. The lavish green leaves make it bushy. I spot the excess water on the land, indicating it was watered recently. The clayey soil made it muddy.

"Come on."

I turn around to see him sitting in a horizontally long box wearing a small white cap.

He grins ear to ear. The cardboard box has two flaps at each side and two seats behind the boy one after other. I blink at the scene, speechless.

"Is t-that a p-plane?" I mumble staring at it with wide eyes.

He nods his head vigorously at the question, his grin widening if possible.

"Aero plane!" I squeal in amusement at his response.

Whoever made this for him is kind-heart-smarty.

"Flight 098 is to depart now." He puts on a serious face looking ahead, acting like a pilot. A small chuckle escapes my lips. This is wholesome to watch.

"Get in passenger, we don't have time." The boy ushers me to hurry up, involving me in his childish play-time.

I stare at him unsure deciding if I should join but his puppy eyes make my heart skip a beat, unable to deny his request.

I walk over to his hand-made plane. Putting one leg inside then the other I climb into the box. Squeezing my frame, hugging my knees closer, I make myself seated in a uncomfortable manner.

I'm pretty sure I look like a complete lunatic along with him in others perspective but I guess everyone's the same around here.

So, it won't really matter if two full grown teens decide to sit and play aero plane or doll house.

"Ready captain", I announce wondering if I ever played such games in my past.

He stretches both his arms widely at the sides, making me wonder if he's mimicking a bird. I look at his back in confusion which gets cleared right away when he places them on the side of the flaps and starts tilting the box.

"ZoOoOmM..."

I suppress a threatening laugh. I make sure to move left and right with him so the poor cardboard doesn't tear up due to him dragging the flaps.

"Is that how a plane sounds?" I ask curious as I don't remember if I ever sat in one.

"Daddy used to play with me like this." I sense the immediate sadness in that childish voice as his shoulders slump a bit.

"Is your daddy a pilot?"

Bad idea....

His shoulders stiffen and he stops moving the box. I feel a sense of concern wash over me. I reach over to place my hand over his shoulders.

"You okay..?" I whisper.

He jolts away from me as if my touch burnt him. He gets up moving away from the box.

My eyes turn wide in shock as he turns to me with red puffy eyes, tears washing away the smile he held.

I get up from the box walking over to him quickly.

"Oh - I'm s-so sor-r-ry. Please don't cry." This only makes him burst into louder sobs, his frame visibly shaking. His fist covers both his eyes and he wails loud just like a small child.

How are you supposed to comfort people when they cry?

Not finding any other option I walk over to him stroking his hair softly, ignoring the tingles that pass over me. A pang of guilt slices my heart.

I force a smile when he looks up at me with his red eyes.

"Pilots don't cry, right?" His eyes widen before he rubs them with his palms.

I pat his back once more comforting him. Oddly enough right after what I said, he grows dead silent looking down at his foot.

"Well, look who we have here."

I spin on my heels to face a female, a year or two younger than me. Her black eyes holding an intense glare matching her black hair tied up into a fluffy ponytail.

I notice a small star made out of paper pinned to the side of her chest on her dress.

Before any of us says a word another voice yells from the behind.

"There you are Xavier. I've been searching the entire building for you!"

Xavier...

A nurse comes by his side. She glances at us mumbling an apology before grabbing his arm pulling him back to the asylum.

I stare at their departing backs feeling a bit sad that I made him cry or probably relive his past.

As if sensing my stare, Xavier turns around, our eyes meet once again and my breath hitches.

Those oceanic orbs look different, holding a admirable or warm look in them. I'm sure I imagined it that way.

"See you later my lady." His speech suddenly changes from a kid to its normal form. An alluring smirk tugs his lips.

My poor heart...

Xavier winks at me before obediently following the nurse. I felt heat rushing at the sides of my face.

I stare at his back in disbelief.

Wai-He-mentally-or-not..was he pretending-

"Xavier suffers from split personality disorder known as DID, making him swap places as a kid with his normal-self. He was traumatized after the death of his dad in a plane crash .Xavier's step-mom dropped him a year ago to this place unable to bear his tantrums that started shortly after his dad's death."

I look back to find her features turn soft as she explains Xavier's sudden change in personality. She turns to look at me, her glare returning back.

"Who are you?" She crosses her arms, eyeing me suspiciously.

I clear my throat. "I'm Chloe and I'll-"

I was cut off mid sentence by a loud thud followed by a splash that came from the tree next to us.

I freeze at the sight.

A body emerges from the mud that I saw earlier next to the tree. It slowly rises covered in mud with leaves and twigs attached to it and low growl escapes from the thing.

My eyes nearly fall out of my sockets.

I'm hallucinating again...

"Grr-AAh." It makes a demonic noise and I lose my cool.

Without a second thought, I bend down taking out my shoe, flinging at the mud-monster. The sneaker goes and hits its nose.

My lips quiver seeing it hit the thing, hoping it to fade away.

"Wait wha-" The girl beside me watches the scene unfold with wide eyes.

"WHAT THE HELL-" The thing groans and cups its bruised muddy nose, crouching down in pain.

That's when I realize he's a human and I'm not hallucinating.

Fear grips my stomach as I stare at the victim. I make people cry, attack someone the moment I get here.

Talk about worst impressions...

"Who on earth did that?" The guy wipes of the mud from his face, glaring the two of us. His brown orbs capture me, caging me with his intensity. A sense of familiarity rushes me.

I've seen thi-

The black haired girl erupts into fits of laughter, clutching her sides. The guy snaps his head to her, getting up he walks with long strides towards us.

"You.didn't.dare.do.it?" He grits his teeth staring at her as if she's the culprit. And here I pale in fear.

Damn it, I'm busted.

"Oh my, that was hilarious." She wipes away a stray of tear and gestures her hand towards me.

"I think this newbie here misunderstood you as an alien 'A'...damn I like this girl, she has got a good aim." She winks at me.

I flush at her words.

"I'm extremely sorr-ry..I-I though-ht." I stutter in embarrassment.

He looks at me, his features growing a little soft or almost relived that the attacker is me not the black haired female.

"I mean I understand you're uglier than the toilet seat we have"- She covers her hand with a fist, suppressing a laugh-"Now it's crystal clear." She gestures her hand at 'A', covered in mud and earns a deadly glare from him.

"At least I look like a seat, you are absolute shit!" He fires back ignoring her string of curses.

"Oh yeah? Served you right for running away from your patrol duty, brat." She stares back fiercely, placing her hands on her hips.

I look between the two of them growing tensed.

"I was just taking some rest because someone decided to ruin my laundry, dumping the garbage in it and I had to redo all the work." He barks at her face.

I start growing guilty by each passing second. These two are ready to bite each other to say the least.

'A' turns to me instantly. "Do I look that ugly to earn your sneaker on my face?" He points at himself, the mud dripping down from his body.

I raise my hands in denial, shaking my head furiously.

"No-o no no..I thought I was-" again someone cuts me off.

Now what...

"YOU!" A sound yells, turning all three of us towards it.

Another girl younger than me rushes to us. She has large doe-like emerald eyes going with her blonde hair.

Her face is red in anger and her nostrils flare as she stops in front of us. I sense the guy's frame tense at her arrival from the corner of my eye.

"What is it Emma?" The black haired asks in a silky tone, teasing her and enjoying the moment. 'A' slowly glances up at her.

I notice that a small girl stands beside Emma, clutching her gown. She peeks, tilting her head at us. She appears to look like a carbon copy of Emma. I assume she is her sibling.

"I-This girl..she thre-ew a shoe..at Aiden" Her voice trails off as looks between me and the guy. At the sound of his name he looks up to her.

I study her as she blushes, scratching her head losing all her previous temper.

What did I got myself into?

"And?" The black head presses, smirking at her.

"Melissa.."- He warns-"I will go change up." He walks away from us, towards the building. My gaze flickers to Emma as she stares at his back just like me, few minutes back.

Was she just flustered?

Maybe that also comes as a disorder. I should work on it.

I set my mind determined at my goal. Weird thing, Melissa didn't yet show the same symptoms. Maybe she is already cured?

Yeah that must be the case.

I hesitate a little. I look at her taking a deep breath, "Um..Melissa uhh- can you show me how you cured the disease."

Both the girls look at me like I'm son sort of an alien.

Melissa's eyebrows crease at my words. "What?"

"The flustering thingy..you know-"

I explain in a hope. Emma gives me a ridiculous look while Melissa just gets even more confused.

Emma leans towards her ear, not breaking our eye contact, whispering but I catch her words easily.

"I guess she is the new patient. That explains her behavior."

I smile at them nodding. Well, they are right. I'm really m a patient here. Strangely, her tone indicated it indirectly, but I decided to ignore all that.

Melissa's eyes widen and she bobs her head up and down slowly understanding the scenario.

She rubs her chin in deep thought and opens her mouth to say but a loud metallic noise rings in the air.

Everyone on the ground looks at the source to see an old woman drumming a solid iron with a hammer. They all start to head back towards the asylum.

I look around frantically unsure. The old woman hunches her back and walks back inside without a word.

Is that a bell?

Emma rushes past us holding her sister, following everyone inside the asylum.

"Chloe, welcome to our home. Lets go, It's lunch time." She takes my hand, pulling me along with her.

"Wait, my shoe!"