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Started June 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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"True." She muttered, toying with the strap of her bag. So this guy was autistic. Someone entered and her gaze snapped to the door.

"Hello," He said still looking at his feet but he did notice someone else had entered.

There was three beds in the room, but one of them seemed weird, like it wasn't at its place. The two people had already take the other two so Heather rushed to the last one and sat on it. She put her legs on the matress and rested against the wall. She crossed her arms and stayed quiet, listening to her two "roommates".

"I killed people," she said, her voice much to calm for the words coming out. She wasn't guilty, her tone was more like she was saying "I tried the guacamole," but not. Leon was terrified of this kid.
"It was for research purposes of course." Now was sorry he ever wondered why she was there. Somehow she knew what he was thinking. Not like she read his mind, but like she had seen so many people, everyone wondered what she had done.

"Hello," he said again looking toward Heather.

Ellen stared at the newcomer.

Dr. Robin looked at them both. Why had she ever agreed to do the double session? Leon and Juniper were roommates, they needed to get along. But Leon wouldn't talk and Juniper wouldn't stop experimenting on him. Psychos, the lot of them. God, she hated her job.

The guy in front of her actually seemed nice. She wasn't sure he had talked to her, but he had already greeted the other girl and there was no one else in the room. She decided not to answer him but, without being able to stop, she muttered a quick "hey". Her hair fell on her face when she looked at the ground.

James nodded and went back to looking at his feet.

"What's your name?" Ellen asked.

"This place gives me a lack of neural stimuli leading to a constant psychological state of dissatisfaction and disinterest," Juniper announced disgustedly.
"Yeah, we get it, you're bored," Leon grumbled, slouching into the corner of the couch. Dr. Robin clutched her clipboard more tightly, annoyed that Leon knew what that meant and she- the PhD holder- did not.

She didn't want to answer, but she felt obligated to. "I'm Heather", she soflty said.
She wondered why both of them were here. Had they tried to kill themselves, like her ? She wasn't sure. She tried to look at their wrists before thinking that, even if she saw something, it wouldn't mean anything. She discretly looked at her own wrists. They were covered by her thick black sweater… But she knows what was under it and it was like the scars were coming out of the fabric. She looked away.

"She is Heather," James said as if to take a mental note.

Ellen nodded, fidgeting. The near silence was making her antsy. Silence was always followed by yelling. She cleared her throat nervously.

"Someone should talk," James interrupted the silence.

Heather smiled at the guy's comment. She couldn't remember the last time someone said her name… She had forgot how it sounded in other people's voice.
Suddenly, Heather felt dizzy. That happened to her quite often. Sometimes, she would even faint. But she was sitting on a bed so there wasn't any chance she'd actually faint. Without paying attention to the other two in the room, she lay down and turned so her face would face the wall. Her vision was blurry and she knew she was going to fall asleep, like she often did. She was always tired… Falling asleep wasn't a pleasure for her : it was a curse.

(And, like my dear Heather, I'm gonna go to sleep… :3 It's really late were I live, I'm sorry… I'll be back tomorrow if you still want me tho ahah ! See you guys later !!)

"Yeah." Ellen said, turning her gaze to James. "What's it like being autistic?"

(See ya later!)

(Yup ! Looking forward what you guys come up with…)

"Autism: a mental condition, present from early childhood, characterized by difficulty in communicating and forming relationships with other people and in using language and abstract concepts." James recited like a dictionary.

Juniper looked at the depressed emo one. She had neglected to take account of his name, but it started with an L. Or was it El-something? She had already moved on to looking at the doctor in a lab coat. Red hair, no social life, didn't like me. A smart idiot. Juniper looked around the rest of the room, searching for something worth staying for before getting up leave.
"I'm leaving now. Bye." She exited, even though she knew the session was not over. She didn't care, there were new people arriving any second and she wanted to see how they reacted to being treated more favorably by her. She wanted to see if that would create animosity or mild confusion within the other subjects. This was going to be fun.

"Oh. Okay." Ellen glanced over at the other girl. She was asleep. Ellen leaned back against the wall, returning her gaze to James. "Got any family?"

"Yes you have family," James laid down on the bed staring at the ceiling.

(Just so you know he sometimes reacts weirdly to questions. He's saying to himself that he has family.)

(Okee)
Ellen scowled. "I was asking about you, not me."

"She was talking to you," he sighed, "Yes you have family. Mom's gone, Dad's mean. Sister's gone."

Ellen sighed. So he talked to himself. Wonderful. "Any pets?" She asked, feeling like she was interrogating him rather then chatting.

"Had a bunny, Dad didn't like my bunny." He sat up to a sitting position on the bed.