Death wish

Summary- Jay is being put in a mental institution… against his will of course. His room-mates a schizophrenic girl and he's suicidal… what could go wrong?

Mental Institution

Death… it's the way to escape life. Everyone wishes for death but never know it. Those that do are called suicidal. I am called suicidal.

I blinked my eyes open glaring at the ceiling. After my failure at suicide my parents decided to bring me to some mental hospital or other. The same one my siblings went too unfortunately. I rubbed my brow today I would be moving there… unfortunately.

"Honey! Time to go!" My mother called in that oh-so sweet voice of hers. I growled to myself before dropping my feet to me floor. Slowly making my way to my door as I began toying with the bandage on my wrist. I heard my mother enter the room giving me a cold glare. "Jay! Don't do that! You could very well destroy your bandage." She scolded harshly. I glared at her. Why do you think I'm doing it?

"Fine. Fine." I snapped at her giving her a colder glare. Did I forget to say I'm blind? I think I did, so I have no clue what my mother looks like… I don't even know my own room. My hand pressed it-self on the wall as I curtly said to my mother. "Move. I can't leave this house if you stand in my way."

I could feel the frown she gave me as she side-stepped out of the door way. I gave her a cold glare as I moved out of my room. I heard a sigh than a silent plea for help then my mother followed me down the hall-way to the door.

"Okay… sweetie you will be in the Thunder Dorm… I don't know the hall-way or number of where you're going to live so you're going to need to get that from the principal." She paused, moving away to get her keys than coming back. "Though I know you're rooming with a schizophrenic (did I spell that right?) So be extra nice. Who knows what people like that do. You might just end up getting yourself killed."

"Mom! I. Am. Suicidal. Being killed doesn't bother me… and don't judge people from just one damn person." I snapped scowling at her storming to the car and swinging the door open. I plopped in, my hand starting to search for the handle on the door to slam it shut before my mom could respond.

I heard the door open than close. Car started and we left the small driveway. How did I know it was small? I walked the around the car one day out of curiosity, both sides had grass. I'm pretty sure grass doesn't grow on black top… just saying. I moved my hand to the solid smooth cold thin sheet of the window tapping the song '99 bottles of beer'. (Not sure if the rhythms right o.o)

Tap. Tap. Taptaptap.

Tap. Tap. Taptaptap.

Tap. Tap. Taptaptap.

A sigh escaped mom's mouth as she growled at me, "Jay. Stop." I grinned and tapped louder. She let out a very aggravated breath as she growled louder. "Jay. Stop. Now." My grin widened and I just tapped louder. My mother sighed and turned on the radio, switching it to the station I listen to most of the time. The song Toxic from Brittney Spears instantly erupted from the speakers.

I stopped tapping and smirked slightly. "Honestly Jay, how do you listen to this crap?" My mother asked. I shrugged, "Sounds nice. Plus now-a-day's Brittany Spears is one of the most famous artist as well as Rihanna and Katy Perry."

Silence fell in between us as the music continued to play.

Softly beginning to sing the next part just to annoy my mom, plus it was my favorite part in the entire song.

"Too high, can't come down. Losing my head, spinning 'round and 'round. Do you feel me now?"

The car turned off ending the song. I let out a whine of annoyance and my mother just glared at me. "Only you could do that for a damn song." I rolled my eyes at her and opened the door to slam it shut again. My mother grabbed my hand and dragged me into the building, going slow enough for my fingers to dance on the surface of the wall as she went into some kind of office.

"Mrs. Gato!" A woman's voice said in surprise. "Here again with… Jay." I glared at her. I knew it wasn't a question it was a damn statement that was true… unfortunately. "Shut it." I growled at her, pulling my arm closer to me and snatching out of my mom's grasps.

"Suicidal." My mom answered the unasked question. "Okay. The room is 912. Hallway M. Here's your… schedule." I felt a piece of paper being pushed my way. I snatched it and dragged my hand across it. I would be able to 'read' it. Well that was good.

I looked up to where I think my mom's face would be and gave her a look. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm coming sweetie." She said sourly and sweetly at the same time. A twinge of annoyance still in her voice for previous. I rolled my eyes internally at her. She grabbed my wrist and tugged me to follow her.

Deciding to be a pain I blanked out half-way so I could bug the crap out of my roomy… and hopefully be killed. My mom stopped suddenly and then tugged my wrist. "What!" I snapped at her looking at my side. "Left side, just feel for number 112, 'kay sweetie?" And with that she ditched me. I smiled that I was finally on my own and walked down the hall, my hand lining each metal plate it came across until I came to my room. Knocking loudly on the door I waited calmly.

I heard a ruckus than a creak as the door open.

"Hi! I'm- you're a boy…" A chirpy voice said going into a mumble for the last part.

Er… sorry for a little ooc Jayfeather… well hoped you liked it- Song -Toxic by Brittany Spears… don't ask why I chose that song.. it was the one currently playing on the radio x.x.

Edit- had to change it a bit…