Do you have a light? Can you make me feel alright?

Caleb Johanson, 18 years-old, patient at this awful assylum. Seems like I have an actitude problem, and seems like it's called 'Oppositional Defiant Disorder'. Isn't this funny? No, it isn't. Life is not funny, life is a beautiful piece of crap. And mine? Ah, a masterpiece. No friends, no siblings, no mother, and what father does mean? Don't ask me about the door, man. I don't really give a fuck.

[calebjohanson-blog]

[im-just-charlie]

I Think I'm a little tipsy... haha oh my god. Why is it so hot in here?

[im-just-charlie]

I’m acting like a bitch? Caleb what the fuck? I’m worried! and don’t tell me I can’t handle the truth, you don’t get to choose what I can and can’t handle.

[calebjohanson-blog]

Fine. Want the truth? I can give you the damn truth. But not here.

[calebjohanson-blog]

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[calebjohanson-blog]

Fucking doctors. My life is a living hell.

[audreygreenwood-deactivated2012]

Oh my god! Maybe that’s what they do in 109! That’s why we’re not allowed near it.

I watched it when I was high. It’s a really weird movie to watch when you’re high. But Donnie Darko is even weirder.

[calebjohanson-blog]

Oh God, you're so funny, Audrey. Shut up. You're going to be guilty if I can't sleep tonight. And I'm not here for nightmares, just like a lot of patients.

I can't watch movies while I am high. I tried, but I can't understand the half of the things that are happening. I watched Borat, Fun with Dick and Jane, and Prince of Persia. In 3D.

[angeline-carter]

Okay then.

[angeline-carter]

What’s up?

[calebjohanson-blog]

The sky?

[audreygreenwood-deactivated2012]

Nostalgia || Audrey & Caleb

The only reason Audrey was wandering around the hallways right now was because the doctors had forced her to come out of hiding and had then proceeded to lock her room until later this evening. She would rather be curled up on the mattress or the floor of room 110 and stay there, frozen, trying to block everything out. Because if she moved or thought, she felt and with feeling came thousands of unwanted ones, so much pain it was a wonder she didn’t double over or faint, so much fear it was a wonder she could even move for it nearly paralysed her. But here she was, one foot moving in front of the other in a monotonous kind of cycle, she wasn’t headed anywhere, she was simply moving forward, her arms wrapped around herself because it was always either too cold or too hot in this place.

They’d even confiscated the smokes she’d stolen so Audrey had nothing to entertain or distract herself with. What was there to do in this place anyway? Play spot the sane person? It was times like this she missed her friends back home. Not Tom, not his gang that she’d hung around with while she was with him, she missed her friends, the ones who had stuck by her even when she’d gone a little nuts and wouldn’t tell them what had happened to her.

She spotted a figure heading the opposite direction in the distance, and she simply looked at them the way she did everyone. Blankly, observing them, not really seeing the point of doing so, not that she did with anything, but at least it gave her something to do. It wasn’t until the person came closer into her focus that she felt her footsteps come to a halt and her eyes widen a little just as they walked past her. “Caleb?” She gasped in disbelief, spinning around. Audrey had known Caleb since she was small. He’d come over to her house one day when his Mom was doing ‘business’ with her Dad while her Mom was out on actual business and Audrey and Caleb had just kind of become friends and had been ever since. She knew he’d had issues with his father who had come back after 18 years of being absent, but she never thought he’d end up in a place like this.

[calebjohanson-blog]

Was common on Caleb being wandering aimlessly steping through the halls all day. It was basically, what he had been doing since he arrived the asylum. Walked, spoke with the occasional nurse, and returned to his room. There was not much to do. The place was cold and smelled all like poorly treated hospital, so the guy just pulled his back in bed to wander ideas, or how to look for stains on the ceiling. Nothing very productive.

He had tried, once, go to the library. He wasn't very fond of books -- because he had not even finished high school -- but he decided to try something new as he had nothing to lose. Not very yield results. The complete lack of interest in the place, and the looming feeling that something bad was about to happen was impossible to remove from his chest. Even though he had entered into the asylum since a short time, he had already a crush on a girl. Half of the patients thought he was overreacting and immature, the other half was feeling pity on him. It had been really hard for him because he had a bad relationship with all the male patients, and the girls were fine, but still there was no one who he could call 'friend'.

He put his hands in the pockets of his pants and began to walk again. He had stopped for a moment leaning on a wall, watching the bunch of people go by. Then, someone called his name. He turned to see who it was because he had failed to recognize the voice. His brow furrowed in confusion to see the thin girl a few feet from him. A series of images flooded his head: two hands clasped, an armchair, a career in skateboarding, a picnic in the park, a smile, an almost reddish brown hair... "A--Audrey?" He said, and his face with confusion changed to astonishment, and then joy. "Oh my God, I didn't know you were here!" He said, almost euphoric, as he came to hug her. "I'm happy to see you. I mean, I'm not happy to see you here. But happy see you. It's been so long." He continued, and finally broke the hug slowly. He took her shoulders and stared at her. "How are you?" He asked. And he asked seriously. He had heard, unfortunately, what had happened to Audrey with her boyfriend. He didn't have complete information, but he knew it had been far away from good.

[calebjohanson-blog]

Fucking doctors. My life is a living hell.

[audreygreenwood-deactivated2012]

Let’s hope they don’t try to lobotomise us or we may have to chuck a One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest escape.

[calebjohanson-blog]

Lobotomise us? Don't even say it. I never watched that movie. I don't watch much t.v. to be honest.

[angeline-carter]

Okay then.

[calebjohanson-blog]

[im-just-charlie]

I Think I'm a little tipsy... haha oh my god. Why is it so hot in here?

[im-just-charlie]

how am I being impossible? I’m trying to understand why are you being so… frustrating… oh really? you don’t hate me. Well you’re doing a pretty good damn job pretending then

[calebjohanson-blog]

And you're doing a good job acting like a bitch to me. Don't ask what's wrong. You can't handle the answer.

[kimpossiblle-blog]

[audreygreenwood-deactivated2012]

We got hot.

[calebjohanson-blog]

I agree with that statement.

[audreygreenwood-deactivated2012]

[calebjohanson-blog]

No Sleep for Us ♣ Charlie and Caleb.

[im-just-charlie]

“No” Charlie inmediatly said scared when Caleb told her she could sleep if she wanted to. “I don’t want to” She said sotly, she was way too scared to fall asleep, besides she was supposed to take care of Eric tonight. There was a silence for a minute or so until Caleb spoke again, “He’s really quiet. How old is he? How old are you?” He said as he looked at Eric. Charlie turned around to see Eric and smiled a little, he was at least okay now, “Yeah… he’s not having nightmares yet, that’s good” She said as she turned to see Caleb again. “He’s 22, I’m 17” She said softly, Charlie wasn’t talking to loud so she wouldn’t disturb Eric’s sleep. “thanks for coming Caleb” She said smiling at him, she was glad he was there otherwise she would be sleeping now. “How old are you huh?” She asked as she played with her sweeter. 

[calebjohanson-blog]

Caleb saw the way Charlie looked at Eric. She liked him? He didn't want hasty conclusions, but for the pain of the young blond, so it seemed. "I have eighteen." He answered and shrugged. "You and I have almost the same age, isn't it?" He said, pointing to them respectively. He would not say it out loud, because if Charlie had feelings for the man he didn't want to make her feel bad, but he thought the difference between the girl and the man lying on the bed was huge. Again, he had the perfect age. He looked down and pretended to clean his pants, realizing that he had been watching at the brunette like an idiot. Do not be so obvious, he told himself. And if she doesn't like you back you'll stay in ridiculous. And if she didn't like him back? No, don't think about it. It was an atrocious idea. "Tell me something about yourself." He concluded, trying to think of something else.

[calebjohanson-blog]

Fucking doctors. My life is a living hell.

[audreygreenwood-deactivated2012]

Eh, exactly. And what do we get out of it? We get stabbed with needles and stuffed with pills, our every thought scrutinised and examined. If I didn’t know any better I’d think we were just their test subjects. Then again, maybe we are…

[calebjohanson-blog]

To be honest, I think we already are.

[im-just-charlie]

I Think I'm a little tipsy... haha oh my god. Why is it so hot in here?

[im-just-charlie]

Why are you being so impossible Caleb?… So this is going be it. You’re going just hate me who knows why?… Perfect.

[calebjohanson-blog]

You're the one who is being impossible. And I don't hate you. Far from it.

[calebjohanson-blog]

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[calebjohanson-blog]

Fucking doctors. My life is a living hell.

[audreygreenwood-deactivated2012]

The world is a living hell, Caleb. I guess they just love to keep trying because it makes them feel useful, or something like that.

[calebjohanson-blog]

They pretend like they try. They give us a diagnosis based in our personality, and we can't even know which part it's true, which part it's lie. They are only making more money.

[maxthieriot]