I sat on the bus with my head down. I stared at my bandaged wrists. They stung and swelled. I was in the hospital for 3 hours. The cuts I made went to deep this time. I lifted my head and stared out the window. The rain made a pitter patter noise against the steel roof of the bus. The ride was quiet, except for the scritch scratch of a boy drawing. I paid no attention to him. I sat and watched the rain drops slide down the window like tears. It was as if God was crying for the cruelness of the world. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass and sang softly. "Feels like home to me. It feels like home to me. Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong..." My mother would sing it to me when I got scared. We arrived at a large building. The sign out front read 'Steel Cove Mental Institute For Minors' I smiled at the name. For me Mental means Normal. The boy and I were strapped into straight jackets and chained together. The rain was cold against my skin. The boy had long black hair and he was a few inches taller than me. He was oddly pale and didn't lift his head. "Hi...I'm Megan" I flashed him a smiled and he lifted his head. "Gerard" He smiled back. His hazel eyes were strangely familiar. "What are you in for?" I asked with a smile appearing across my face. "Cutting" He leaned his head and showed three long scratches. "Me too" I bit my sleeve and pulled it down showing him my scars. "Maybe we will get put in the same room" His smile was magnificent and made me blush. "Maybe" I giggled. I bit my lip and we followed the guard. "One male. One female. Cutters." He said to the lady behind the counter. She raised up and looked down at us. "Put them in room 66." She sat back down and handed him a key. We walked down a long corridor of rooms and stopped outside a large metal door. The plate on the wall next to it read '66'. I smiled and he carefully opened the door. "Your stuff will arrive within the hour." He unlocked us, shut the door, and left. "So which bunk do you want?" Gerard smiled and scratched the back of his head. "Top" I smiled and climbed into my new sanctuary. "Cool." He smiled and sat on his bed. "So do you have any family?" I asked. "Yeah...My mom, dad, and my little brother Mikey..." His voice seemed to trail off. "I have an older brother. His name is Frank." I smiled. I missed Frank. He was so much fun. "Really? Well that's cool." He sounded a little bit happier. "Yeah. He plays guitar for a band." I started humming 19 by his band. "Cool! What band?" Gerard seem highly interested in music. "Pencey Prep." I smiled. "I've heard of them. They played at the sea shell not to long ago." He hummed 19 as well. "Yeah. Biggest show they've played. One day I'm going to be famous and have a band. I sing some." He laughed a little "I sing too. Maybe we can sing together sometime." I smiled. "So what were you drawing on the bus?" "Here you can have it." He tossed up the sheet of paper. "This is really cool!" I smiled and taped it to the wall. "Thanks." He said and I knew he was smiling. "Lights out Brats." The guard yelled and shut the lights off in the hall. "Fuck You" Someone in another room yelled and me and Gerard laughed. We finally stopped our fit of giggles and relaxed in the dark. I tried to think about how I got here. Why was I upset? I remembered Frank telling me my parents had died a few nights ago. I remembered feeling alone and angry. I ran to my room with tear filled eyes. I grabbed my razor and made deep even cuts. I soaked the sheets with blood. "MEGAN! OPEN THE DOOR!" Frank screamed and banged on the door. I couldn't move. He finally broke the door and came in. He stopped and stared at me as tears filled his eyes. "Megan..." He whispered. I dropped the razor and cried. He ran to me and I felt his cold tears on the burning cuts. "Why?" The tears fell faster from his eyes. I couldn't speak. I sat there and cried. He gently picked me up and rushed me to his car. He placed me in the passenger seat and drove me to the hospital. I was bandaged up and told I would stay here tonight. "Megan. I'm getting you help..." He stared at his shoes. "You think your helping me?! Your getting rid of me!!!" I cried. He wasn't helping me. He didn't want to take care of me. "Megan I'm worried about you!" His tone grew louder. "No your not! You just don't want to take care of me!" I screamed back. My voice cracking. "Megan I love you and it's for your own good!" He walked out of the room and sat in a chair across the hall. I could see him crying. I sat there angry. I violently scratched at my neck until warm crimson made itself apparent. I laid back and closed my eyes. Warm tears staining my cheeks. Asking myself why. Why would he send me away? Why? I finally fell asleep in the cold room of the institute. Tears still streaming down my cheeks.
