My birthday, January thirteenth, was spent in the hospital. I requested that no one sang to me and denied any recognition of it actually being my birthday, explaining that it was my date of birth and that I was not going to be celebrating it traditionally this year. When the Bennett's arrived, however, they told me happy birthday and said that I was going to see my present the moment that they got home. They also explained that they had to go through my room and proof it for my return, making it safe for a person on suicide watch. All of the knives and such were locked up, along with the pills and such. I felt a little offended because there was no way in hell that I was going to try and kill myself again, but I figured that it had to be and I let it be. That was the last day I spent in the hospital.

There were so many things that I could have explained to you, but there's only one last thing that I feel I must bring up – that being, the Quiet Room. I owe you all an explanation on that, but aside from that I do not want you to hear any more on the subject. The experience was hard and I don't enjoy talking about it, although it was enlightening to write about it.

The Quiet Room was a small room with a green hospital bed that had plastic sheets that tore easily. The walls were a sickly pale green that would have been comforting if the situation were to have been different. The lights were florescent and flickered, and when you were laying on your back you could see the deceased flies laying up there in their graves.

You weren't allowed to wear your clothes in the Quiet Room. They gave you a matt-like garment that would be impossible to hurt yourself with. They also clipped your nails if you were at risk of harming yourself with those. You would also always have a person with you, watching and making sure that you didn't do anything that could hurt you.

I never went into the quiet room, but I feared it. You would have to stay in there for days and you wouldn't be allowed to talk to others. You didn't have anything with you and it made you feel… pathetic. It was the biggest thing that made you feel insane – they didn't trust you to brush your teeth or dress yourself. It was completely disheartening. You would only have to go there if they were desperate for you not to hurt yourself.

I never saw any of them again. I didn't contact them or give out any of my contact information – I don't even know if they're still alive. But I think about them a lot. It's hard not to. From day one, though, I dreamed about getting out, and I was ecstatic that I was finally free.

Third Person's Point Of View.

It was a long road, but Jackson did get better. He saw a psychologist every week for over a year, and then moved down to seeing them once every two weeks for another year, and they still saw each other quite often until Jack was deemed 100% healthy and didn't require any mental assistance. He also saw a psychiatrist once every month or so, and he stayed on antidepressants for three years until he was off of them. He was okay and he lived the rest of his life in a healthy manner, graduating from high school and going off to college. He saw his sister when he was older, too, and they caught up and became close friends. Things for Jack really did work out, and the Bennett's really did love him. He got married when he was twenty four and had three kids. He died at eighty three, only one year after his wife died. They said that he died of sadness, though, for he barely lived without his wife.

Tooth ended up being okay as well. She turned eighteen while living in foster care and then she got a job and lived in a shitty apartment. After a while, she met a man and got married to him. She didn't invite her dad to the wedding. Her husband then started working for Boeing and they lived together until she died at fifty eight in a car crash. Her husband remarried to a younger girl and had a couple of kids (something that Tooth didn't want to do because of her terrible childhood), and then he died at ninety six, leaving his sixty year old wife with their two kids.

Sandy got out, but he tried to kill himself as soon as he could once again, using aspirin this time and destroying his liver. He had to be put into a medically induced coma for three months before he was allowed out of the hospital again. He was, however, a lost cause who didn't try to help himself. He jumped off of a bridge in his new town of Washington, this time being successful in killing himself.

North went from Burgess Mental Hospital to Burgess Prison and spent four years there until he went completely off the deep end and nearly killed a guard. When that happened, the city decided that it would be best if they put him on the death sentence, and he was mercifully killed three weeks later.

Aster got sober and moved towns – his parents sent him to a military school and he joined the army. He never married, but he became a very high enlisted rank before retiring and becoming an ROTC director at a local high school. He was feared and respected until he was put into a nursing home because he could no longer take care of himself. Despite all of the trauma he put his body through, he lived until he was one hundred and six before passing away, peacefully in his sleep.

Baby Tooth got back on track and made a book about her life. She thrived throughout the process of healing and she lived. She married a girl named Alyssa and she got much better. They didn't have kids, but they were a healthy couple and lived to an old age. Things went well.

The End.