The hospital had a captivating smell to it. It was the smell of death, sorrow masked in the scent of roses.

I hate roses. They are supposed to be the symbol of happiness, beauty, but they just remind me of death.

I look at the people around me. They give of the vibe of 'I'm sad! Help!'. Which I have no room to talk, I am the embodiment of a depressed teenager.

Just a fifteen year old, half-korean girl who wants nothing more than to die. I just wanted to be with my Appa. My father was the only person who truly cared about my mental health.

I am cut out of my thoughts by a smiley nurse, with a bright red lipstick basically covering half of her face, coming up to me with a fake smile.

"Hi! Welcome to Shallville mental institution! Name?" I look at her for a minute, I think I forgot english for a minute too.

"Oh...uh..Olivia Hwang." The lady typed something into her computer. "Ah! Oliv-" "Ollie." "..Ollie Hwang. You have anxiety and depression. Correct?"

I nod slowly. "Okay, you'll be in room six with Riley, Travis, Trey, Witten, and Kanoa." I nod again.

As I turn around to walk to my room. She grabs my hand.

I look at her, her eyes are watering and her aura gave off a nervous look.

"Please be wary of Witten. He's a..uh..psychopath." my eyes widen, but I nod.

I begin to walk to my room.

Psychopath?