The change of scenery was a welcomed thing to Alex. Since coming here, all those voices had left him alone. He felt better, but they weren't about to listen to him about that. Not when the other facility couldn't seem to do anything to help except keep him drugged out of his mind. Every time he let them know all those voices were gone, they'd just wave him off. It didn't seem very productive, weren't people in charge of places like that supposed to be trying to help people like him find a way to exist with the rest of society? At least in here he had his sister. The last few years sucked not getting to see her. Maybe that was the key to all of it? She was around in here, not that they did talk much, but just that knowledge made it a little more bearable that the staff wasn't listening to him. He debated on finding her, since she hadn't come into the leisure room. His gaze roved over the others though, trying to figure out something to do. There was no one for him to write to, drawing wasn't his thing, and he had done enough puzzles in the last decade to be completely sick of it. He supposed he could poke through the books, and moved off to look through the pathetic collection there was to read. --- Jennifer sat, curled into a tight ball on her bed, tucked as far back into the corner of her room as she could get. The sleeves of her sweatshirt balled over her hands, and yet she still felt cold even in the layers. It wasn't one of those topical chills, but a core numbing freeze that she hadn't been able to shake since she was thirteen. And now she was here. Just like her brother. Fitting and gut wrenching all at the same time, she couldn't help but wish they'd just let something end it. Years of disappearing from one place to end up somewhere else and she just wanted it to end. It hadn't happened in the month she had been here, the first reprieve for whatever was happening she had had since it started, but that didn't mean it wouldn't. They said it was all in her head, but not everything could be in her head. She disappeared from one place and reappeared someplace else, and horrible things happened when that happened. Horrible things happened when she actually stayed at the group homes. Horrible things happened all the time. She curled up tighter, staring at the blankets under her feet. They wouldn't let her just be done with it all, and they wouldn't leave her alone. That latter thought came when a nurse knocked on her door and gave her that same faked sympathetic smile. "Come on, you should socialize." That wasn't a suggestion. She knew that after the month here. When they said you should socialize - you either did it on your own or they got some orderlies to drag you out to the leisure and stood watch to make sure you stayed. A heavy sigh escaped her. Unfurling from her position hurt a little, probably because she had been sitting there in her thoughts since the last time they made her go socialize. Her knees ached as she stood, but it was a welcomed pain since they wouldn't even give her a fork to eat with; spoons weren't made for eating most foods after all. Hugging the over sized sweatshirt around her, she shuffled out of her room and down the hall. She stopped just inside the door, looking around at the others before shuffling off to a corner. Just because they said socialize didn't mean they actually made her talk to anyone. The others seemed busy, or at least that's what she told herself as she curled up on a chair in much the same manner as she had sat on her bed. There was nothing she wanted to do less than socialize with anyone in here. Even with her brother poking around at the books and magazines, she didn't want to ruin his good mental health he seemed to be in since he arrived by talking with him. He'd just think she was crazy for thinking something was pulling her places instead of what they all kept telling her - she was just wandering into those situations looking for attention. Why the hell would anyone want to do that? Now [i]that[/i] was crazy.