It's been ten years since my parents abandoned me to a mental hospital, since then I've developed strange powers no ordanary person would dream of getting their hands on, of course I have to hide these powers from everyone I know, who knows what I'm capable of doing. During my 10 years in the mental hospital I refuse to see any visitors unless it's urgent, I refuse visitors especially my parents. However, life isn't that bad but isn't pleasant, I've made friends here which is a good thing but the nurses inject us with things forcefully, even if we don't need them.
Victoria is now 15 years old and has gotten used to the life in a mental hospital to the point she doesn't even recist the injections. The injection makes them feel as if they're dying to the extent that they believe they really are. It makes them feel as if their insides are being turned inside out, and as if their hearts had suddenly caught fire and just melts in their own body.
Despite getting treatment for the dreams she was having, they never seem to disappear. Victoria always wondered why she was having these types of dreams, she even thought they meant something, nurses and other children thought she was insane, even mad like the rest of them, deep down everyone knew that she didn't belong in that hospital, but nobody had the guts to bring it up.
However, because of Victoria's age she's no longer in need to be in that specific hospital; but every other hospital were full meaning she had to be sent somewhere else. She had no choice but to be sent to a nearby orphanage for people her age, she didn't seem to mind due to the fact that anywhere was better than being in a mental hospital being forced to have treatment you probably didn't need.
They were probably half way through their journey but all Victoria could think about was not having time to say goodbye to anyone she cared about back in the hospital. Victoria was travelling in a van with other people going to the same place as her "you can always write letters to them, you know" one of the other passengers spoke up breaking the silence between everyone "pardon me?" Victoria looked straight at the person blinking confusingly "your friends, you can write letters to them"
"oh!" yeah I guess I could do that" she'd rub her neck nervously trying to avoid talking again.
The person who seemed to be talking to her looked out to be male, his hair was black and swept back whilst strands of hair were left dangling infront of his face, he had emerald green eyes, perhaps even greener than emerald itself. The male had an interesting choice in fashion, he dressed like somewhere between grunge and alt aesthetic which Victoria kind of found attractive, "you look nervous, is it your first time being here? I've never seen you around atleast" he'd ask observing her. "yeah, I don't know why I'm so nervous" she'd chuckle putting her full attention to the window again.
"what's your name?" he'd ask
"Victoria" she'd answer back; looking over at him again. "Such a pretty name for a pretty lady"
Victoria looked at him for a second trying to figure out what to say to that "what's your name?" she'd finally ask.
"Colby, Colby Simpson" the male smiled at her making her fluster a bit.