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"Is there anything fun we get to do here?" David asked, changing the subject to something a little more light-hearted. "Like a movie night or something? Or are we under lock and key all the time?"

Charley nodded. “My cousins turned everyone at school against me. They told everyone I’d rob ‘em blind if they got anywhere near me, so everyone just ignored me or watched me real carefully. They always checked their wallets when I walked by. So I guess we were kind of in the same boat.”

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"Geez." David shook his head. "Well, it's good to know there are other people out there like that." He laughed, with only a slight tinge of bitterness in his voice.

Charley nodded. “My cousins turned everyone at school against me. They told everyone I’d rob ‘em blind if they got anywhere near me, so everyone just ignored me or watched me real carefully. They always checked their wallets when I walked by. So I guess we were kind of in the same boat.”

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David shrugged. "A few people, but not many. I worked on my school's newspaper and aside from the three other editors, I didn't have many friends. We weren't considered 'cool' enough for any of the other cliques." He laughed. The popularity rankings at his high school were always amusing to him. "First person outside of the newspaper offices who started hanging out with me turned out to be a delinquent and landed me in so much hot water. Probably shouldn't have left my computer."

Charley smirked, shaking his head. “Nah, I think there are a few who don’t have that many screws loose, but I’m not sure. You’re really the first person I’ve had a conversation with that didn’t end after ten words.”

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"Same with you, really, although I'm including everyone I talked to back in high school too," David told him.

Charley smirked, shaking his head. “Nah, I think there are a few who don’t have that many screws loose, but I’m not sure. You’re really the first person I’ve had a conversation with that didn’t end after ten words.”

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David stared at the patient licking the window. "I definitely see where you're coming from." He laughed and shook his head again. "Anyone else here somewhat sane, or can I expect to see everyone else making out with the building too?"

“That does sound rough.” David shook his head. “My life is boring in comparison. Two parents, older sister, younger brother. Suburbs of Scarsdale. Just got mixed up with the wrong crowd and it kinda screwed me up a little. Well, maybe not a little.” He smirked and jerked his thumb back behind him, toward the asylum building. “Must’ve messed me up enough to land me here.”

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"That does sound rough." David shook his head. "My life is boring in comparison. Two parents, older sister, younger brother. Suburbs of Scarsdale. Just got mixed up with the wrong crowd and it kinda screwed me up a little. Well, maybe not a little." He smirked and jerked his thumb back behind him, toward the asylum building. "Must've messed me up enough to land me here."

Charley nodded. “I can’t pretend that it’s worse than where I came from though,” he admitted. “Anything’s better than that.”

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“Oh? Where’s that?” David found himself much more interested in Charley’s backstory than he originally thought he would.

Charley nodded. “I can’t pretend that it’s worse than where I came from though,” he admitted. “Anything’s better than that.”

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David snorted with laughter. "Man, that sucks. I've only been here a couple of days myself. It wasn't considered a present though. Just a really awful surprise one Wednesday afternoon after school."

“I’m Charley. Nice to meet ya,” Charley said, nodding. “I swear, parents dumpin’ their own kids off at an asylum…kinda makes my faith in humanity slip a bit.”

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"You can say that again," David agreed, nodding back. "So you been in here long?"

“I’m Charley. Nice to meet ya,” Charley said, nodding. “I swear, parents dumpin’ their own kids off at an asylum…kinda makes my faith in humanity slip a bit.”

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David scoffed. "Yeah, pretty much the same here. Parents' doing." He sighed and shrugged. "Name's David, by the way."

David jumped slightly when the red-headed guy asked him a question. He hadn’t been expecting to make any small talk. “Depression, and uh, OCD,” David stammered, still a little startled from the spontaneous conversation. “And they think I have an inferiority complex.” He frowned at the mention of it. “What about you?”

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David jumped slightly when the red-headed guy asked him a question. He hadn't been expecting to make any small talk. "Depression, and uh, OCD," David stammered, still a little startled from the spontaneous conversation. "And they think I have an inferiority complex." He frowned at the mention of it. "What about you?"

David glanced over at the red-headed guy that sat on the other side of the table from him. He’d seen the way the guy had hit the physical therapist trainer with the soccer ball, and was a little worried to know he was now sitting so close to him. David didn’t know if this guy was in here for anger issues, or for something far worse, and he didn’t really want to find out.

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David glanced over at the red-headed guy that sat on the other side of the table from him. He'd seen the way the guy had hit the physical therapist trainer with the soccer ball, and was a little worried to know he was now sitting so close to him. David didn't know if this guy was in here for anger issues, or for something far worse, and he didn't really want to find out.

Charley was taking part in the physical therapy session to get a little bit of fresh air and exercise. Since arriving at the asylum a couple of weeks before, he hadn’t done much of anything but get into trouble. It wasn’t that he wanted to create problems for the nurses and other officials of the asylum, it was just that he had never known any way to cope with the unfortunate events of his life except to make trouble.

He stood off to the side, bouncing the soccer ball up into the air repeatedly with his knees. One of the trainers blew a whistle in his face scolded him for not following along with the rest of the class and Charley made a face, letting the ball fall onto the ground and rolling his eyes as the trainer walked away. Oh, he’d follow along with the rest of the class if that was what they wanted. As they continued, Charley made a good effort to aim all of the kicks at the trainer with the whistle, hitting him three times out of five, twice on the leg and the third time in the back of the head.

It was with great difficulty that Charley kept a straight face as the trainer yelled in his face and kicked him out of the class. “This class is a load of bull anyway,” he said, turning and walking away sitting down to cool off at the least occupied picnic table with just one other person on it.

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David sighed. It was all that had come out of his mouth since arriving at the asylum the day before. Just sighs.

He sat outside at a red metal lunch table, watching some of the physical therapy sessions. This week involved soccer, apparently. He watched the trainers teach different types of kicks to the patients, while two doctors stood off to the side and wrote down their little notes on clipboards. It was like a movie, and David actually caught himself looking around for any cameras. He secretly hoped this was just a gag from his parents, and they had gotten him onto some show like Punk'd. Any second now some halfway-forgotten celebrity looking for more attention would jump out and scream something along the lines of "David Jacobs, you've been fooled!"

But it didn't happen. Slightly disappointed, David sighed again.