Xavier Anderson

"I see. you're pretty young." *I notice her expression is still blank, I don't know what to think. I try to keep the conversation going.* "do you have any hobbies?"

*shivers, pulling knees to chest* Cold never bothered me anyway. *teeth chatter slightly as another whisper drifts from the vents*

*I sit in the corner of my room. finally, the people gave me a marker so I can draw on the walls, I love making up random lyrics I could never play. after hours of writing. they said I am getting a roommate. a roommate! finally I'm not alone! I sit on my bed as they open the door*

*steps inside with a purple backpack covered in pins, immediately scans the room with bright eyes* ooh are you the one I have to share with? *grins and plops onto the empty bed* I'm Sidney! they didn't tell me your name

*glances up from the wall, marker still in hand, silver hair falling over pale eyes* Xavier. *sharp smile, eyes darting to the purple backpack* Purple’s… loud. *tilts head, twirling the marker* What’d they lock you up for? Being too cheerful?

IT'2 IN TH3 WA||S!

*steps closer* What walls? *voice firm but concerned*

*she walks in* ...

*eyes widen, mouth agape, frozen in shock*

*I look up from the wall and see a girl. she looks sad. I try to smile at her, but I can't. I just stare at her. I wonder what she's thinking. I wonder if she's thinking about the same thing I'm thinking about. I wonder if she's thinking about the walls. the walls that are so white and bare, just like our minds. I wonder if she's thinking about the other patients, the ones that aren't as lucky as us. the ones that don't have a roommate. I wonder if she's thinking about the nurses, the ones that are always so mean. I wonder if she's thinking about the doctors, the ones that don't care. I wonder if she's thinking about the meds, the ones that make us feel numb. I wonder if she's thinking about the food, the one thing that's always the same. I wonder if she's thinking about the other buildings, the ones that are so big and scary. I wonder if she's thinking about the outside world, the one we can't escape. I wonder if she's thinking about the future, the one that seems so uncertain. I wonder if she's thinking about the past, the one we can't change. I wonder if she's thinking about the present, the one that's so hard to live in. I wonder if she's thinking

*shrugs* You asked.

*shifts slightly* the whispered names... they say yours too?

*grip tightens on bass neck* Every night. *looks away* Like they're waiting for something.

To keep you from killing more people with forks. *shrugs* Or just draw dicks. Whatever helps.