I crashed into my bedroom and threw my bag on the floor. I was so done with this shit. All day today I had been chased around by the popular kids in my school and was tormented. To them I was an emo fag who deserves to kill them self. Well, now that I think about it, that's what I felt about myself too.

With these thoughts I walked into my bathroom, for what I hope was the last time. I went to the bottom drawer where there was an old ring box, but inside there was no gem. It was something worth so much more to me, my shining best friend.

I leaned up against a wall and curled into a small ball, crying. Eventually, I pulled my sleeve up and began to make careless slashes. I don't know how long I was cutting, but when I was done my arms were unidentifiable. Blood began to pool beneath me, not that I could see much because my vision had begun to blur.

I knew how close I was to closing my eyes for the last time. For a split second I began to regret what I had did, but it didn't last that long.

You're being a pussy, don't fear the reaper, Rick.

I sighed as I faded with a smile, knowing the voice in my head couldn't bother me any longer.

××××

1 Month Later

I stared straight ahead and ignored my mother as much as I could. I still haven't gotten over it.

I had been so happy... Then I woke up alone in a white sterile room with bloodied bandages all up my arms. I had tried again by grabbing a random sharp object on the table next to me, but of course my mom walked in right then.

I had to be strapped down like an insane patient. I couldn't leave for a week, and when I did, I ended up back in there for another attempt but by overdose. Finally, my mom made the desicion to send me away. I don't think it was because I needed help, I'm pretty sure she just didn't want to deal with me, and I was too old to go into the system.

Hi. I'm Ricky Horror, and I'm an unwanted fag. Is that clear enough for you? May I also add that I'm on my way to a mental hospital? Well, I am, and my own mother is at fault. I thought she loved me.

Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realized that we were there already. The place was basically a mansion that had been turned into a hospital. At least it didn't look like one, because hospitals are worse than any other place known to man.

My mom looked over at me with a sympathetic look on her face. "Rick, you have to go."

I didn't say anything and let the tears fall. I refused to move. I hate my life at home, but I most definitely don't want to stay here.

She sighed and got out of the car walking over to my side and opened the door.

"N-no. Mom. Please don't do this." I blubbered hysterically, crying into my hands.

"Ricky please, get out of the car." She said softly. I shook my head violently and cried even harder as she wrapped her arms around me and pick me up out of the car. Why? Because I was depressed and never ate anything so I was a twig.

My mom set me on the ground and made me take a suitcase out of the trunk while she grabbed the other one. She pulled me up to the front doors and walked in to find a nice looking lady at the front desk.

She had bright red hair, a warm smile and a name tag that read Hayley. She walked around and engulfed me in a hug, that I was surprisingly okay with.

"Hey, Ricky! I'm Hayley! It's so great to finally meet you!"

I nodded and zoned out a bit as my mom and Hayley talked about me. The next thing I knew I was being dragged up two flights of stairs and to door #21.

Hayley knocked on the door and I was met with the Misfits logo right in my face. I was confused at first, but soon realized it was because the guy in front of me was a foot taller than me.

He looked like a cool guy, he had snake bites, drawn on eyebrows and straight black hair, makeup surrounding his eyes. He was very intimidating and I began to nervously scratch my arms. It was something I always did when I was anxious. I winced as I felt one of my scars break open and a small line of blood flow down my arm. I shrugged it off and pretended it didn't happen.

"Hey, Cerulli. This is your new roommate, Ricky." Hayley smiled, "I want you to help him unpack his things and take him on a little tour before dinner."

He just smirked and I awkwardly looked down at my feet. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see my mom with her arms out and tears streaming down her cheeks.

I accepted her hug and heard her whisper in my ear, "Stay strong, Ricky. You'll be home as soon as you know it." She pulled away and walked down the hallway with Hayley. I watched until she disappeared then turned back to the boy.

"Well... We should work on getting your stuff unpacked." He grabbed one of my suitcases and pulled me into the room.

It was pretty spacious and had two twin beds, a large dresser, a desk and a door to what I was assuming was a bathroom. One bed had DC Comics sheets and posters all around the wall behind it. I was happy to see it was all bands I liked.

I opened the suitcase I was holding and began pulling out clothes. Chris walked over and helped, pulling open a few drawers of the dresser and stacked them inside.

"So... What are you in for?" He asked.
"Ummm.... Bipolar depression..." I mumbled and began to scratch my arm again, opening more cuts.

He grabbed my arm and pulled up the sleeve, frowning when he saw the blood running down. He pulled me over to the bathroom and cleaned the cuts, wrapping my arms in gauze.

When he was done he looked back up at me, "You don't need to do that anymore, okay Ricky?"

I nodded, "So.... What's your name?"

He began laughing, "Oh, I forgot about that. I'm Chris."

I smiled and decided it'd be odd to shake his hand, since he had already seen a side of me that no one knows and I'd only known him for ten minutes. So, I settled for giving a small wave.

"Okay, well lets finish putting your things away later. For now let's go introduce you to the guys."

Oh geez....

A/N: this is my first fanfic so if you have any tips or corrections please comment them or message me!! I hope you like it and I want to say that I'll update as much as I possibly can. I'm warning you ahead of time that sometimes I go through bad depression and I won't be able to update but I will try as hard as I can. <3
The hospital is at the top or side, whichever.