S.P.M.I or better known as South Park Mental Institute. It was a big white building with a big garden surrounded by the best of the best security things, doors, cameras, locks, gates, etc. It was a place secret place for the people of the outside. Only the people who worked there, the patients and their family/friends knew what kind of place this was. It was almost a private school but than for teenagers who had a mental disorder. They tried raise their patients that they one day could turn back to our 'normal' society.

Craig Tucker was a handsome boy, his black hair was wild and his eyes were blue like cold ice. He had been in the institute for years. He was send to the institute because he had some kind of 'emotional disorder'. Which in his case meant that he didn't express his emotions and when he did everything came out like one big tsunami. You could call him a loner because he didn't like other people much. Once in a while his mother and little sister Ruby would visit him. And sure he had friends, like Tweek Tweak (who had something the doctors called hyperactivity, paranoia and anxiety), Clyde Dovan (who cried about every little thing) and Token Black (who had a serious OCD for money).

Even though Craig had been in the institute all these years he never had a real roommate. In the institute put they people who's mental disorders could have a positive effect on each other together in a room. He and Tweek had shared a room for a week until the doctors found out that Craig sneaked coffee in for the twitching blond.

So Craig was really surprised when he after dinner came back to his room and saw a angel there. Or rather the person looked like a angel thanks to the sunset's light that shined through the window. There in front of him was the most cutest and adorable boy he ever had seen. He was smaller than him and slender curved like a girl. His red curls surrounding his head like a halo. But the most breath taking where his eyes, big green emeralds shining and looking like they knew everything, like they saw right through you, as if they had seen everything that could be seen. Craig suddenly noticed that there was an awkward silence and he got uncomfortable. So he did what he always did when he was uncomfortable, he flipped the red haired angel off. To Craig's surprise the boy flipped him off to, nobody ever had that done most people just started yelling at him. He felt a smile creep over his face something that occurred slightest when it came to him showing his emotions. And then when the guy right in front of him chuckled it felt as if his body was too small for his heart. "Oh! I see you two have already meet each other? So Craig Tucker this is your roommate from know one, be nice to him, his name is Kyle….um… Brof…Brofozky." God damn Craig hated this nurse she always appear don those moments you better couldn't appear. "It's Broflovski." there was a little annoyance in Kyle's voice. "Oh….um…right! So if you have questions just ask Craig, if there is a problem just push the red button next to the door. Oh! I will give you the handbook…um…where did I leave it? Oh! Here it is!" Craig did swear if she said 'Oh!' one more time than he would break her little neck.

After the 'Oh!' nurse left, sat Craig on his bed and watched Kyle unpacking his things. He didn't have much some clothes and books, that was all. The day walker looked around the room, Craig following his gaze. There were two beds, a big closet and small desk. "Where is the bathroom?" Craig was a little startled because of the voice, he was after all not used to a roommate. "It's at the end of the hall, next to the toilets. You only can go there under permission or one hour before the lights go out…that will be at 10 o'clock." Kyle nodded slowly as he putted his books on the desk. "Do you mind if I put them there?" Craig could hear the unsure in his voice, it must be weird for the guy being here in S.P.M.I. Craig just shrugged "Sure I don't use the desk, anyway." his own voice monotone as always. "So why are you send here?" Craig just asked it to start a conversation, but what happened next made Craig wanting that he never asked him. Kyle turned around facing the emotionless teen, his stare was so intense and hurt and his voice cracked when he told him "Multiple personalities." It sounded as when a person came home after a visit with the doctor and had to tell them he had cancer. "Ah…I've some sort of emotional disorder." the other boy blinked and then asked "Does that hurt? I mean to not be able to show people how you really feel?" know it was Craig's turn to blink. And soon the room was filled with laughter, both boys snacking for air. Only to be interrupted by a loud voice "IT´S HALF PAST EIGHT! TIME FOR ROLL-CALL!"

"GAh! Craig who is that?" Tweek was shaking all over his body. "I'm Kyle Broflovski, Craig's new roommate." Tweek's eyes got wide and started even shaking more. "More like his first one, say new guy do you have money?" a dark skinned boy mumbled. "No dude he doesn't, I'll introduce you to the guys the shaking blond is Tweek. The guy who just asked for money is called Token, he has a OCD for money." Kyle formed a O with his mound "You mean OCD like in obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Craig just nodded "And the chubby one is Clyde, please don't make him cry." Before Kyle even could ask why where they interrupted again. "Okay roll-call is starting, I will call you in alphabetic order then you take your medicine and go to the bathroom to prepare for bed. And Kenny with bathroom do I not mean the opposite gender ones." A tall but skinny guy started pouting.

"So why did we have to take those medicines?" Kyle and Craig where back in their room, they both had showered and changed in their pajamas. "Well everybody gets pills for their own 'disorder' and everybody get some sleeping pills." Craig pushed the covers over himself and lie down. The last thing before he fell asleep was "I don't like sleeping."

Craig had never woken up when he had taken sleeping pills. After all sleeping pills are supposed to help you with sleeping. But even if Craig had been deaf he would have heard the screams. It were the kind of screams that went through your body shooting a bullet in your heart. It were the screams of a victim who no one ever helped, only for that person to be broken. Craig was woken up by the words like that from a child STOP, HELP, NO, PLEASE, MOMMY. He was moved to the bed next to his because of those screams and the movements that were caught in the pure white sheets. "NO!...PLEASE STOP!" legs were kicking around "MOMMY!... I BEG YOU!" the words broken by screams which even the devils would chase away. "I'M SORRY…..HELP ME….MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!" no one that helped. He couldn't take it anymore a feeling of panic so immense, he did the only thing he knew.

He didn't realize what he did until it had happed. His hand high in the air, falling hard down only to stop in the face of a sleeping innocent screaming boy. Kyle's eyes shot open without the sparks. He was crying, his screams and words had stopped. Craig sat down on the bed, not knowing what to do. His arms slowly folding around the other boy's little frame.

Sob, hic "I'm sowwy!" more sobs. Craig raised a eyebrow on his unemotional face. There was something of he pulled Kyle away and studied his face. There was a red hand mark on his face and his eyes looked lighter than normal. "I'm sowwy." said the boy again still sobbing. Craig didn't know how to comfort somebody, but did what he always had done when his little sister had a nightmare. "Sshhh, it's okay just tell me what's wrong." Kyle's face turned from afraid to surprised as if he tried to remember something.

"Awe ya the big bro Cwaig?" Craig just looked at the redhead, did he just say big bro Cwaig? "Um, yes you remember right?" There were still tears falling down on Kyle's face but he had stopped shaking. "Yeah, I wemembew your really nice to Kyle?" there was really something odd. Suddenly out of nothing started the redhead hugging him. "I'm Ky and I'm five yeaws old!" Suddenly it hit Craig, could it be that…"Are you …" how should he say it "Are you the other Kyle?" The boy let go of Craig's waist. "Yes I'm! Nice to meet ya!"