Chris's pov

After the...interesting...day with Kuza, Jeremy called me to his office.
"So technically you're supposed to be released tomorrow." He stated calmly. I nodded.
"How are you feeling?" He asked more formally.
"I'm fine. A little confused about Kuza though..." I responded honestly.
"Yeah. You should probably stay away from him." He replied as he typed something onto his laptop.
"Why? I mean I know about the teeth and the drawing on the walls and the lock on his door but what is all that about." I questioned skeptically.
"Schizophrenic, depressed, sever anxiety, he's half a step from clinically insane." He stated almost too casually. My jaw dropped.
"Hes on a ton of medication...that's why he didn't try to bite your throat out." Jeremy huffed as he typed more on his computer.
"Okay...so I just have to be careful. Okay. Uh." I stuttered.
"Just stay away from him. It's only one more day." Jeremy said forcefully.
"Hes nice though I don't see how he could be so..." I said floundering for the right word.
"Fucked up." Jeremy spat, finishing the sentence. I nodded.
"Will he ever get out of here?" I finally asked through the silence.
"Yeah in a few weeks actually if anyone comes to pick him up. His parents are divorced and his mom is the one that dropped him off in here." Jeremy sighed deeply and stood up.
"You can go now if you want. I saw Eli and Frank in the lounge." He said as he started to walk out from behind his desk.
"Is Kuza in his room?" I asked before Jeremy forced me out of the room. He sighed.
"You shouldn't be around him. He is in his room though." Jeremy finally said. I quickly left the room and he followed behind me.

I quickly walked to Kuza's room, almost getting lost in the hall ways. He was sitting outside his room again. He looked up at me as soon as rounded the last corner. His eyes were now a green hazel and bloodshot. His eyelid were red like he had been rubbing them. He was shaking severely and his mouth was hanging open slightly.
"Hey Kuza. What's wrong?" I said as I kneeled down next to him. He turned to me and collapsed on my chest. His whole body was shaking into me. I could feel his tears soaking through my shirt.
"Let's go to my room. Okay?" I whispered as I lifted his body off of mine. He nodded slightly and I helped lift him by his hands.

We walked down the empty hallways with my left arm around his slim waist. My right hand holding his equal. We walked past the dinning hall and saw Jeremy. He glared at me and descreetly flipped him off. When I turned back to Kuza, he was staring at the ground and dragging his feet. Something is eating at him from the inside out.

"So why don't you tell me what's happening?" I asked as we both sat down on my bed. He shook his head no and took a marker out of his pocket. 'IM FINE' was the only thing he wrote.
"You had a mental breakdown. What happened?" I asked again. 'NOTHING. THAT HAPPENS A LOT.' He responded.
"I'm going to get doctor McKinnon. Stay here." I ordered as I stood up and walked to the door.
"Wai-" Kuza whispered with a voice crack. I flipped around to see him holding his throat.
"You just..." I murmured as I returned to my bed. He nodded his head cautiously and started to write on the wall again. 'PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME.'
"Okay. You need to tell me what's wrong though." I stated as I looked him in the eye. He nodded his head slowly and wrote 'LAY DOWN WITH ME'

10 minutes later, Kuza was asleep and curled into my side. He had trouble telling me what was wrong since his voice was so ruined. He did explain as much as he could though.

"My parents separated when I was little. I had a brother. They took me away from him because they thought I would ruin him. My mom kept me and my dad kept my brother. My mom used to tell me how ashamed she was of me. She would tell me to stop eating. She would tell me to kill myself. She would tell me that I'm a dissapointment. She would tell me that I'm not what she wanted. That she wanted my brother. That I'm not right. That I should've died. One time when I was standing on the top of this building....I came home to her reading everything I wrote on my walls. I wish I killed myself that night but I couldn't. I wish I did being dead would be as bad as living in my mental hell." Kuza spoke with his raspy cracking voice.

Okay so I know this story is depressing and awful. There's so many mistakes in this story. AGAIN IF YOU WANT TO TALK FOR ANY REASON AT ALL THEN KIK ME AT LYDLYD333. so yeah. I should make this more cricky based right? Less kuza? Yeah.