Ok so another new story anyway I know some of the characters will seem OOC especially Nicole, or Kole's problem, but I really wanted her in the story but I didn't know what her problem would be. Oh and Grace and Alice are my OC's. Anyway here's my story.

Me and my friends are not normal, to say the least. We're not exactly out of this world crazy either. Well, most of us aren't. But, like any other group of friends, we have out fair share of issues. Ok, so maybe it's not who to go to prom with, or "does this miniskirt make me look fat?" No. ours are more complicated then that. For instance, my friend Rachel is depressed, Kori is anorexic, jenny is a drug addict, Nicole is a cutter, Toni has "family issues" and my sister Alice "see things" but they call her insane. Who are they? They are the doctors that treat us, work with us, and teach us because are parents think we are to messed up to be seen in public so the shipped us off here. Yeah, a rehab center, real nice, love you to mom. But then again, up until Jump City's Rehab Center for the Psychologically Ill, I didn't have friends, I didn't have a life. Neither did the other girls. Jenny and Toni are my best friends and heck up until now I thought 'best friends' only existed in movies. Sure there messed up too, put that gives us something in common, and here, common is good. Jenny's been here for 6 years, Rachel's been here longer, and just because Toni's new, doesn't mean she hates it anymore then we do. The rest of us fall in between, just like we do with friends. Me, Jenny, and Toni are a pretty solid group, and Nicole and Kori are pretty tight too, Rachel's pretty much a loner, and Alice, my twin, is somewhere in between.

I got up this morning and sat on my bed, watching Jenny force herself up and out of her bed.

THUMP! She rolled off, bringing the sheets down with her. She then stood up groggily, wearing her black sweatpants and tank top that she always sleeps in, her eyes are still closed. Jenny never opened them before her morning 'coffee'. Knowing this, I got up and hit the button on the wall to call the kitchen, (we weren't allowed phone's with cords since the last time I felt the urge to….a…. cheat death). Chef Randy answered the call. I smiled, Randy was my favorite, he always cooked my eggs just the way I liked them,

"So what's it gonna be today?" He said into the buzzer.

"Just the usual, coffee for Jenny, and Eggs and OJ for me."

"Got it princess."

I frowned, I hated the nickname, but Randy was the closest to a father I've ever had. He took care of us girls when we were close to getting kicked out on the streets for our ability to drive the doctors crazy. (Literally, Alice was a natural), earning us all nicknames.

"Oh, and Randy? Could you send a knife so I can butter my biscuit?" I ask him.

"Grace, if I so much as send you up a toothpick I'll lose my job. Wanda's on the watch for you little lady."

I smiled, he knew me so well. You see, my problem was slightly different from the others in this building. I was addicted to the rush of death. I loved being able to cheat it, try my chances against good old reaper, knock on his door and run. How I became that way I don't know, it kind of happened, but when my mom found out I could count my regular life goodbye and was shipped off to join my sister at Jump City's Rehab Center for the Psychologically Ill. But that didn't 'cure' me like my mom hoped. Nope no way, I still have 'relapses' as they call them. I can find something, anything, and find a way to perform my little Houdini trick with it. Some would say this is Suicide (which is what they call it here) or they could cal it insanity, I prefer to call it talent.

About five minutes later Jason comes with out order. He's supposed to leave it at the door, but he always hand delivers it instead of pushing it through the slot. (Slots are courtesy of Jenny, who tried to cut a guys hand off one morning before she had her 'coffee') I say it's because he's nice, Toni says it's because he likes me, I try not to believe that I don't like getting hurt. Anyway, he comes in his dark hair messy still and wet from his long walk to his job as messenger boy to the doctors and his green eyes shine. I feel myself blush, and mentally smack myself in the head, this isn't supposed to happen, I'm tough now, not some girl wearing her heart on her sleeve.

"Orders up." He says, in his deep voice.

"Kay," I say, quickly snatching the plate from Jason and setting it on her picture cluttered desk.

Then I reach under Jenny's bed, grabbing the alcohol she hides there (hey, just because she's here to recover doesn't mean she has too), and pull out a bottle, I empty one fourth of it into the coffee and stirred it together in her mug, then knocked on the bathroom door where she's showering. Meanwhile, Jason is hiding the bottle back under the bed, out of sight.

"Jenny! Jenny open up! I have your 'coffee'!" I yell, banging on the bathroom door adjoining our room.

The shower abruptly stops and Jenny walks out wearing a white tank top and cutoff jean short shorts reveling her ashen skin, almost grey, her eyes are only half open, but I can tell she has her pink contacts in, (She refuses to wear the glasses Nurse Wanda always tries to get her to wear), her pink hair (courtesy of a die job gone bad) is always disheveled, like she's been running her hands through it (which she has), and she's putting it into two pig tailes on the sides of her head.

"Where is it." She says, demanding.

"Jason's got it, over by the desk."

I watch as she blindly walks over to the desk bumping into everything in the way, avoiding only half of the stuff on the floor. Jason hands her the drink and she sits down on the stool by the desk and slurps it down. And instantly, like Nicole on sugar, her eyes pop open and light up, and you can tell the lights going on upstairs, and she finally realizes the time, 11:54 a.m. and informs me,

"Almost noon, Wanda time."

so what do you guys think, love it hate it? Should I continue? Please review the next chapter will focus more on all the girls together, oh and if any of you have read my other story's with Grace a.k.a. Mercenary, and you can guess who Jason is I'll give you a cookie (or a hug) haha review,

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