<Charlie Hutson POV>
The door opened and mom stepped in.
"Hi Charlie, come on. You're getting out of the rehab room." She said holding out her hand
I grabbed it and stood up. She walked me all the way back to my actual room.
Carefully I opened and stepped into my room.
Everything was like normal. Nothing was moved, nothing out of place.
"Lunch will be soon, you don't have to go. I think you'll want food though." Mom said she was worried about me.
"Alright. Thank you mom." I said laying down on the made bed.
As she was about to walk out, "Wait mom?" I asked sitting up.
She came back in, "Yes?"
"What about Dean?" I asked
"Sweetie, he's going to be there for a while. Unless he gets out on good behavior." She responded
"Can I see him?" I asked, starting to get excited
Mom put her lips tightly together, "I don't know sweetie. He's not really...stable." She said cautious of her words.
"Stable?" I asked confused
"It means, he's not in the right state of mind." She explained
"Oh..so when can I see him?" I asked
"Maybe in a week sweetie." She said patting my head
I went back to laying down as she left.
Thinking about if I should go to the cafeteria for lunch. Wondering what people will think about, if they even heard about what I did.
Deciding to not go to lunch, I want back to the game room.
Stepping in, I felt the room haunt me.
Like it was taunting about what I did.
Still, I choked back the intimidation I felt for the room and walked in fully.
The room was changed. Same blue walls, different bean bags and side tables. I turned on the fairy lights to give it a warm glow.
Carefully I picked up the PS4 controller and started up Slime Rancher.
Starting out slowly, turned into me ignoring the room around me. It was like the game held out a hand and pulled me in.
When I did snap out of it, it seemed to be in the worst way.
The real lights flicked on and it stung. I had to drop the controller and rub my eyes.
Turning around to see who turned on the lights. Jacob, Wendy and a few others were staring at me.
"Turn the lights off." I whined and rubbed my eyes again.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in a rehab room?" Wendy asked
"They let me out for good behavior." I said getting used to the light.
Looking at them they just looked at me, "What?" I asked
"It's just that we haven't seen you in a while, they didn't say you'd be back today." Wendy said stepping closer.
"Well here I am." I said pointing to myself
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Suicide Line (Completed)
Short StoryCharlie Hutson is just trying to get through his life while trying to escape from any kind of punishment for his mistakes. Knocking someone out, only leads you into more trouble. Calling a suicide line will help...right? Right. *Th...
