New Patient On The Block
@goldenevil91
Ryou sat in his corner in the cafeteria, Watching people with speculation as they walked by. His long white hair limped down in his face, His brown eyes quickly scanning behind it. He swallowed hard, His leg shaking slightly. He didn't care to be out with the public much. His "orientation" into the asylum was similar to the way seniors and bullies picked on freshman in highschool. It didn't help that Bakura was always in his head taunting him, Making him tick. And if he dared to step out of line... There were reasons why everyone thought that he was legit insane.
He scratched the back of his head. Some people looked, Whispered to one another. It was ironic to him, How people were still making fun of him when they were stuck in the same hell. He looked down at his plain grey pants and white shirt. His pants were a bit too big. The staff refused to get him a smaller pair, And they weren't allowed strings, Even in the pants. Too dangerous. They could be used for suicide, Or killing others. No one wanted that.
He was only eleven when he was committed. Now he was barely eighteen. Yet he know they would never release him. His other half had controlled his life. Every. Little. Action. If he didn't comply, Punishment would ensue. He remembered the pain that would slice across his flesh, The dark nights trapped in the closet, The burns in his... Ra, His skin would creep, And his heart would palpitate just to think about it. He wouldn't. He refused. He wouldn't go back down that road again.
His ears perked and his head whipped up when he heard a scream behind the far doors. It was muffled, But it sounded like a male voice scream that he didn't belong here. He furrowed his brows, Took in a breath. People were always coming in and out of this place. He pulled hugs legs up to his chest, Wanting to watch from afar.
