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Tim flinched a little when she went to hug him, but he let it happen, and he didn't fight the hug. He let her wrap her arms around him, pulling him in close. For a moment it hurt, a lot. There was a feeling of singing flesh and muscle, just for a fraction of a second He thought it would kill him for a second. He thought the pain would make him gasp, cry, scream, die, but then-- Calm. He didn't wrap his arms around her, but he appreciated the hug all the more. He felt a pleasant serenity begin to envelop his body, calming him down, making him feel a little bit better. He exhaled loudly, his breath shaking. He nodded his head a bit, agreeing with her. He always agreed with the idea that is mother was psychotic--he had carried the bruises to prove it--but still, there was always the lurking fear that made him wonder that maybe he was still responsible somehow. He knew for a fact that it wasn't the truth, but knowing the truth didn't really stop it. He sat there for a few minutes, accepting the comfort that Sophia was giving him, wishing that he hadn't cried two ties in a row today, but still, feeling better.

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Tim sighed, shaking his head as he answered, placing a hand on the crook of his arm again. He rubbed the area with his hand little as he spoke, feeling the slightly raised areas in his skin underneath his sweater. "Ah...w-well... my dad, he...um, he got killed. Um, in a car crash. He was driving to the hospital that night, um, because I was being born. There was a rainstorm and, well...yeah. So it was just me, and my mother. She was... she wasn't... she was not mentally stable. She... neglected me, she didnt care for me... she blamed me for his death. Told me that if I hadn't been born, he would still be alive..." Tim was staring down at his plate of food, which he wasn't touching anymore. His voice got softer. "So, uh... you can imagine... um, you can imagine how t-that would effect a child growing up... hearing stuff like that every single day. Being called worthless, horrible. It effected my social life. I was such a fucking introvert. I didnt have friends. Oh, but I was fucking great at schoolwork, that's all the guidance counselors noticed. That's how they knew I was okay." "She... abused me. Physically. She hit me a lot. A...a lot. She threw things... she um...s-she... s-so... I decided to end it." His voice cracked a little bit. He paused for a moment, took in a deep breath, exhaled, and continued. "There I was, this... this eighteen year old child who had no friends, no father...nothing. I decided that I couldn't go on like that. I decided it really was my fault. I decided that I was the one who killed my father. And so one night...oh, one night, I filled up a bathtub. I got in... I took a razor that I had... b-bought, from some dollar store... and I cut into my arm... both arms. And I felt blood. And things were blurring and I realized I didn't want to die." His voice caught in his throat for a moment. He made himself continue. "And there I am, bleeding out... and I can feel myself...dy...and I pass out. And I wake up in this hospital bed, and my mother is there, and she... I thought maybe she would... fucking... maybe she would finally realize how fucking shitty she had been... and she starts... she starts screaming at me. She starts berating me. She tells me that I'm a disappointment, asked how I could do this to her on the fucking holidays and that I didn't care about all the sacrifices she made for me to live but I wasn't ever fucking living." He wiped at a single tear that he found rolling down his face. He continued. "I... I graduated a month later. I got a full ride to Nottingham University because I wrote a g-good paper. I left my mother, I I fucking ran from my mother. I... I never made friends... in college... I was too scared to talk to anyone. I spent all of my life... just... alone. I got a job doing what I do because I'm good at it and I dont need to... see people, physically... I just... I always hear her. It's what I... I dream about it, I have nightmares about it! Almost every night! I take the medications so I don't hear her in my head and that doesnt even always work... I'm so... I'm just..." Tim struggled to find the words for a moment. "I'm scared... and I'm messed up... because she messed me up...a-and... she never went away, even when I left. And that isn't fair... it's my life... it's my life... a-and... and she's still..." He cut off, unable to finish. He was gripping hard at his arm now, the was all throughout the story. He was done. He couldn't say more about it if he wanted to. A few more tears went down his face, silently. He didnt do anything to stop them this time.

Eldrich Asylum [FauxBot & AllOurPrettySongs]

Daniel absolutely snorted at that one, for multiple reasons, which he made known. "Ah, yes, well, I'll just ask one of the orderlies to style my hair." he said, chuckling to himself. HE hadn't thought about his hair at all in the time he had been here. His mind flashed back to New Years Eve, five months ago. He'd spent it with his family, and his girlfriend at the time insisted on cutting his hair and slicking it to one side. Back when he actually gave a shit about how he looked. He looked nice though. People had said that about him. It felt so long ago. "Wow, man, I haven't thought about my hair in months. Probably because I'm too busy thinking about just how shitty it is here, right?" He leaned in, a bit of seriousness in his voice now, his eyes piercing hers with a certain intensity he rarely had. He pressed his face against the bars, gripping them a bit with his hands as he began to speak. "Listen, these people? These people are a bunch of sick fucks. They don't care about any of the people in here, and it's not right. The patients have things they need. Medications, belongings, needs, basic fucking human rights, that they don't get. That we don't get. That isn't right, it's fucking mind blowingly awful. I'm telling you this because you seem like you know how to handle yourself--you obviously can, you're a goddamned fighting machine. The point is, when they deprive you of that right, just take it. Just act like you don't care. It fucking kills them if their torture methods don't work, it's fucking beautiful when it happens. Modern art. They're a bunch of fucking children, dont give them the satisfaction of getting pissed." He stepped back now, smiling mischievously. "I try to do it at least once a day. You should too, it's great for stress relief."

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The two ate their food--which was really quite good-- in a nice, normal silence. The food was delicious, and Tim made sure to tell Sophia such, which he did with enthusiasm. She, of course, graciously accepted the compliment. It felt, for a moment, like the two of them were getting back on the same level they were on before the early morning tunnel. But as they ate, Tim was struck by... well, feelings, he guessed. He liked Sophia a lot, he had decided. Hiding a huge moment in his past wasn't going to help them become better friends. Keeping her in the dark like this would only make her wonder more. It would make her feel like he was shutting her out, he thought. He did not want to shut out Sophia. She was his first real friend, probably ever. He decided to tell her something very important. Something he had never told anyone before. His face dropped, and, between a bite of hash brown, he spoke. His voice was not as quiet anymore, his tone was a little stronger than before. However, he was really nervous to say what he was saying. The words came out in a sentence he had never formed to anyone in his life before: "I tried to kill myself five years ago."

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"That would, actually be really great." Tim said, putting the controller down on the coffee table in front of him. He didnt realize that he was actually really hungry until he was asked about it. "Actually, I'm super hungry. Do we, um, do we go out, or do we eat here?"

Eldrich Asylum [FauxBot & AllOurPrettySongs]

Daniel's usual tired looking eyes went a bit wide, the smile latching onto his face once again. That was definitely an interesting problem to have. Though, he didn't really think it warranted being thrown into an asylum, that's for sure. He was enjoying being able to actually have a conversation with someone who could hold one. The other patients could talk to him, but they were all...broken. By the asylum. They were too scared to talk. And the orderlies? Well, the term "brick wall" came to mind. "Well, apparently they have me pinned down for schizophrenia, but I don't buy it. The voices in my head don't either." Daniel tapped his head at the mention of the nonexistent voices, smiling a bit more. The girl chuckled a little, and Daniel instantly knew that she clearly knew what good comedy was "And the insomnia on top of that? Well, I look like a mess, and I sound like a mess, so I am a mess, apparently. I dont think I've actually had a full nights sleep in... like, three months. It's pretty annoying."

Eldrich Asylum [FauxBot & AllOurPrettySongs]

And suddenly, there was Daniel, at the bars of the window, looking into Yolanda's cell. He leaned against the wall, sort of looking her over as he peeked into her room. He saw that, yes, there was no difference in this room either, as it was in it's base state currently, with it's white brick walls, plain white bed, toilet, etc. "So, what did they lock you up for?" He asked, grabbing one of the bars with his hand, smiling a bit. "Obviously theres something wrong with us, right? They would never--dare I say it-- imprison us without knowing what they're talking about right?" he chuckled a little at his own joke, something he tended to do often. Daniel liked to joke about things like this because his humor was honestly one of the only things helping him get over the fact that he probably wasn't getting out of this place very soon, if he was getting let out at all. He rubbed at one of his eyes as he coontinued to talk. "I mean, you have first hand experience with just how well these guys handle new and strange situations. Clearly the top of their class, right?

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Tim felt horrible. He didn't mean to jerk away, to go away from her, but he just couldn't handle it. It felt like his body set fire for a moment. This wasn't the first time he felt this before, though. He usually felt this when he was touched by people he didn't know, or if he was being hit. It's the first time he ever felt it from Sophia though. Her touch was usually a calming sensation. He knew why he couldn't be touched right now, though, and it calmed him a bit since she understood too. He shrugged a bit, looking at Sophia, then down at his lap again. "Uh... we can, um, you can choose, um, what we do. I dont have a real...preference for this right now. I'm fine with anything at all, really. Like, let's just do something yknow?" He looked at Sophia again and forced a smile, to show her that he was doing...descent. He actually hated that she couldnt touch him right now. He really liked it when she touched him, usually. Her hands were soft, her grip on his firm, everything felt right and fine when she did it. And to be deprived of that felt awful. He wished he could just force his body to accept it. "Um a-also, I know you're probably wondering what happened to me in the um... the bathroom. Uh... I'll tell you... sometime. It's something... I didnt think I'd ever see it more than once in my life. And to see it physically again... it scared me. And I'm sorry."

Eldrich Asylum [FauxBot & AllOurPrettySongs]

Daniel sat down on the bed in his room, stretching backwards as he did. Daniels room was a little bit more decorated than the other ones. His mother still sent him cards and packages, and with one of them, she sent a package of chalk. She still thought he was four fucking years old, apparently, so she assumed that chalk would be a good gift idea. Regardless, Daniel got incredibly bored one day and, having nothing else to do while locked up in his little room, began drawing different shapes and designs on the walls. Eventually they were covered with intricate designs, which he still occasionally added to. Other than that, however, his room was nearly identical to the other ones. Daniel looked over towards the wall with the barred up window thing. Last time he checked there was nobody in the cell next to his. Perhaps he thought, the new patient was.

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Ti stared down at the bottle he was handed, just focusing on one thing at a time. He barely registered what Sophia was saying to him at the time until about halfway through her sentence. He sighed a bit again, closing his eyes for a moment. He spoke after a few seconds, his voice still soft and quiet like it was before. "Um...thanks...thank you, I uh... I would like that." he said, sighing after he spoke. He was...drained. Completely and utterly emotionally drained. And horrified. And upset. And just every single negative thing he could be. He reached for the crook of his arm, placing a hand over it again. He left it there for a moment, then pulled away. "Uh... I-I'm sorry...for waking you up this morning, and then freaking out, and then... y'know, all the stuff...that just happened." Tim said, putting the bottle of coffee down on the floor in front of him. "I just...dont know. What to do. Ever. So, I'm sorry." Tim sighed again, then made a noise into his hands, which he brought up to his face. He felt, for the time being, hollow.