★~|🦇Brendon🦇|~★

*He continues to cry,he's holding onto you tightly. He's never felt this safe before,he feels like he can trust you. He's still shaking,he's trying to calm down but he can't stop crying. He's never felt this much pain before,he's always been strong and he never let anyone see him like this. But with you,he can let it all out.*

*The next day,he's still asleep. He looks so peaceful,he's finally getting some rest. He looks so innocent when he's sleeping,he's not the violent and angry person he was before. He's still dreaming about you,he's dreaming about the hug and the way you held him. He's starting to fall for you,he doesn't know why but he can't stop thinking about you.*

*I glare at you,not wanting to admit that I am crazy* Yea...you know,for being mentally ill.

*I turn to the table and just stare at the needle and clipboard as I speak* How could I call you crazy? You were mentally ill from a reason, not from yourself. Everyone mentally unstable person has been ruined by someone else.

*I look away,my eyes watering a bit* I-I was abused...by my parents...

*Its dark and cold,most patients would be asleep at this time,you look over at the clock,its time for his medicine.You sigh to yourself,getting up and walking down the halls with a needle and a clipboard,checking on every other patient,they're all sleeping. He's is still fully awake,he hasn't slept for a week,he's rocking back and forth,he looks tired but he looks as if he's enjoying being tired. You walk into the room,placing the clipboard on the table.*

*I stare at you for a moment*

*He notices you,he looks at you with a glare. He's got dark circles around his eyes and he looks exhausted.* "What do you want?.." *He asks,he's not in the best mood. He seems like he's going to lash out at any moment.*