This is just a little something I've been working on. Not sure about it yet, but I have some good ideas for it.

Gary might be a bit ooc, but I will try my best...right now he's not quite himself.

Please do enjoy.

Dr. Bambillo sat in Happy Volts, awaiting his 1230 appointment. He sighed, staring at his watch which read 1246. The boy couldn't even be on time when he's literally a few rooms away from the doctor? Go fucking figure. Dr. Bambillo looked around the cafeteria, disgusted by its dirtiness. He couldn't wait to leave the fucking place and go to a nice, clean place for lunch. But alas, he had to wait for his patient, who was, by now, twenty minutes late.

The doctor was just about to give up when he saw his patient finally walk in. The boy attempted, and somewhat succeeded, at looking intimidating. He was tall, for one. Most frightening about him was the deep, constant glare of his brown eyes and the large scar that ran over the right one. Where he got the scar was still a mystery to Dr. Bambillo, as he could never get the boy to spill how it happened, and despite the little bit of curiosity he had, he didn't care nearly enough to ask him.

"Well, doctor," the patient said in his usual arrogant and sardonic manner, "what's today's topic of conversation, huh? What are you going to try to fix this time?"

"If I were here to fix you, I would've taken you out back with a shotgun. But I'm not here to fix you."

The boy chuckled, shaking his head. "Temper, temper, doc."

"Gary, if we could just carry on without all this bullshit, we could be done with this so much sooner."

Dr. Bambillo was shocked to see his patient lean forward and somewhat relax, lacing his hands together in front of him. "Fine."

"Gary, I hear that you've been making progress over the past several months with these new medications. The orderlies are impressed with how little trouble you've been in."

Gary scoffed.

"I'd like to arrange a meeting with your parents and some of the doctors here to see if they think you're ready to leave Happy Volts."

"Leave?"

"You don't want to?"

"Of course I do…you think I'd want to stay in this shithole?"

Dr. Bambillo sighed. "Do you not think that you're ready?"

"I've been ready since I got here," Gary said, his expression getting darker. "But why now? Why am I suddenly considered normal enough to walk amongst the living dead out there?"

"Gary," the doctor replied after a bit of hesitation, "You've been doing better on your new meds, so that's one reason. You're a waste of space in here. Space that none of the orderlies want to deal with. Space that I don't want to deal with on a weekly basis anymore. You get out of here, you only have to see me monthly."

"And then you won't have to worry about seeing me, and also it looks good for you…curing the psychopaths of Bullworth, one by one."

"Gary," Doctor Bambillo seethed, "if you mess this up, you'll be back in here. Understand?"

Gary sighed, his face softening once more. He stared out the window, trying to remember what it was like to be free…just the usual rebellious teenage fuck up running around and causing trouble, staying out way past curfew and playing pranks on the morons around town. He admitted to himself how much he missed it, how much he would rather be anywhere that wasn't Happy Volts.

The sound of Dr. Bambilllo's watch alarm snapped Gary out of his thoughts. He looked to the psychiatrist, who was looking rather impatient and eager to leave. "I won't fuck up. Just please let me out of here."

Gary despised how whiney and vulnerable he sounded, but Dr. Bambillo didn't seem to notice. Instead, the doctor slightly grinned, closed his file, and got up. "I'll get to you next week," he told Gary before walking out, not taking even a second to look behind him.

Gary made his way back to his room, or prison cell, as he thought of it, with an orderly escorting him. He waited patiently, lost in his thoughts, as the orderly unlocked the room and pushed Gary in. He made his way to his bed, lying down with his hands behind his head, staring at the cracked, dirty ceiling above him.

What would his parents say to Dr. Bambillo? What would they do with him when he got home and how would they treat him?

He knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep that night. He stood up and started pacing his room, wondering if they were actually going to let him out. The more he thought about it, the more he worried that he'd actually be stuck there forever. He knew that his parents wouldn't want him back. He was no good.

They hadn't even visited him for months, and when they had before, it had been painfully awkward and would usually somehow end up in a huge argument.

Gary realized that he didn't really miss them. He didn't want them to visit, and he did not want to go back to living with him.

He couldn't live with his parents. He couldn't go back to school, and still wouldn't want to. And he also did not want to stay in Happy Volts. Every situation was a loss for Gary. For once, he had no idea what to do. He sat at the small desk in his room and got out the pen and notebook that Dr. Bambillo had given him to write down any violent thoughts in, taking it to his bed with him. He clicked the pen several times, watching the tip slide in and out. He twirled it between his fingers, trying to think of something to write. He needed something to do, something to distract him.

There's only one way out of this mess of a situation, he scribbled in his notebook, the very first line on the very first page. He threw the notebook to the floor and stared at the pen.

Just one jab to the right place, and it could all be over with.

And with that last thought, Gary Smith closed his eyes and took a breath.

"They've got me on the outside looking in,

but I can't see at all with the weight of the world on my shoulders.

They just wanna see me fall."

-A Day To Remember