DAY 1

One punch. One stupid fucking punch. My fist and a kid's broken nose had ruined my life. The fight hadn't even been worth it, not really. She was just some stupid slut I had fucked at a party. Is it my fault she had a boyfriend? No. She should learn to keep her pants on, I didn't beg her to have sex. She's the one who practically dragged me in the bedroom. Yeah, I wanted it, but still. I could have easily done with a single slut.

"We'll be there in ten minutes," Valarie, my social worker tells me.

"I can barely contain myself," I mutter, rolling my eyes. She's a nice enough lady, but she's part of the reason why I'm going to this stupid place.

Beck Oliver, we sentence you a three month stay at New York's Youth Psychiatric Hospital , during which time you'll learn to handle your anger.

I guess it didn't help that I started screaming that the judge and the jury were all fucking idiots.

Yeah I had broken some kid's nose, and he had to go to hospital due to his injuries, but whatever, man up. The only reason I had to be sentenced was due to all my other charges.

Valarie kept telling me it was better than prison, but I disagreed. Who wanted to locked up with a bunch of nutcases for three months? Valarie insisted that it was mostly just kids like me who just needed help with their problems, but I know she was just trying to soften the blow. I saw the way she flinched whenever my voice rose. It always irritated me more, I would never hit a girl. Okay, one time I pushed my ex girlfriend, but that was because she kept following me around after we had broken up. I had cheated on her, and told her I didn't want her, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. She kept saying "I love you, I'll help you through your problems!" I had felt bad about pushing her, but mother of god, she pissed me off. She had been good in bed though.

"Beck, we're here," Valarie says gently.

I peak out of the window of the car, seeing an older, almost castle like building appear through a cluster of trees. There's a forest to the left of the building. We're in the country of some town in New York that I forgot the name of. I had almost been excited to go to New York, until Valarie had explained to me that I wasn't going to New York City, but a small town in the state of New York. And by town, she meant a few shops and farms.

I hadn't even understood why I was being sent on the other side of the country, but Valarie had said that it would be better for me this way. To get away from my past and to get a fresh start, in a fresh setting. Whatever, it wasn't like I had anyone to visit me anyways.

The car stops at the front of the building. My clothes had been shipped here the previous week and were waiting for me in my room.

I open the car door and step out. I wonder what would happen if I ran away into the forest. There's only Valarie and the worker who met us at the airport to give us a ride here, I could easily outrun them. I guess others have tried this, because right at that moment, two guards come out. They don't grab me or anything like that, but they wait at the front doors. The message is clear: run and we'll chase you. I still think I might be able to outrun them, but it's too much of a risk. And even if I got away, they would just list me as missing and then I would have the police after me. They would catch me and I would be throw in jail.

Valarie motions for me to climb up the steps to the doors, and I obey. She walks beside me and the guards nod at us, and open the doors. Inside is more modern looking than the outside, but it's not like how mental hospitals look in the movies, white walls and white floors. The ground is dark wood and there are a few comfy chairs, and in the corner a box of toys and a book shelf. I guess for visors. Opposite to the front door is a long wooden desk with an older lady sitting behind it. She looks up at us and smiles.

"Visitors? Or are you our new patient?" she asks gently.

"Beck Oliver," Valarie tells him.

The woman goes over a few papers. "Ah yes, Beck Oliver." she smiles at me. "Welcome dear, your room is 302, it's on the third floor. I think you'll like it, there's only four other patients up there."

"How many patients are here?" I ask. I've been curious, I had been hoping since we were in the middle of nowhere that there wouldn't be a lot of people here.

"Currently we only have 12 patients," she tells me.

I almost smile, this is the best thing to happen all day.

"Well I guess we'll go find your room Beck," Valarie replies.

"The stairs are just to your left," the woman tells us, pointing over to a set of double stairs, with one staircase pointing out of it to the the third floor. "There are other staircases, but that is the main one."

We walk over to it, and we get to the bottom of it, when I hear singing.

"Somewhere over the rainbow..."

I look up and see a girl running down the stairs. She stops when she sees me and smiles. My mouth drops open slightly, and I quickly shut it. There's something about her that captivates me, and it's not just because she's simply beautiful, with her magenta hair and big brown eyes. But just something about her...almost like her energy. She's dressed in pink pyjamas with cupcakes on them, even though it's only four pm. She also holds a giraffe in her arms.

"Hi!" she chirps. "I'm Cat." She smiles again, and I notice that she has a dimple in her left cheek.

"Hey, I'm Beck," I say, and I can't help but smile back.