(I can't remember if I was supposed to be male or female, so if male isn't right, tell me and I'll edit my post.)
Every since Samuel had been entered into the hospital, he had refused to speak a word of why to anyone. His tortures from his parents onto him were to terrible to talk, and his body was nothing but scars, especially on his back and torso area. In fact, he barely spoke at all in this place, though he had been here for a full year as of today, and he wasn't sure whether or not to hate this place or call it a haven or if it was both. THough considering his at home situation before he had been entered into this place, for now he called this place his haven, even though he was closed up to anyone and everyone. Many had tried to get him to talk of his horrors, but none so far had succeeded in getting him to say anything about them.
He went through various spells, at times acting completely normal while others he would go into a depressed state or other various things, sometimes even getting violent. Lately though he had been behaving, taking his anti-depressents and other medication they had him on in the morning and at night, having have to give him a strong sedative to help knock off the nightmares he had sometimes.