Sanity (4/3, Stalkers are welcome if you want :3)

Inhale of the masses. I am going to scream. Okay, you can't have a combination.//

(Ah, whatever. I guess she had an outburst or something, idk. I'm not all that deep into mental disorders, I'm sorry!)

It's where you hear and see things that aren't there, leading for you to beilive it. At least, that's what I have.//

(I do it wanna like, correct you but

Usually it’s just illusions? I don’t have it but I’ve done research. Psychosis is usually “see and hear things”.)

Ah, there are a lot of schizophrenic disorders. I have one where I mainly hear things.//

(When she mentioned something about different personalities I was like "what?")
(Anyway, back to the RP?)

(lol, yeah)

Fox eventually finds Met in his room. He goes over and sits with him.

"It's you… Hello!" Melanie seems a bit chippier than her usual sad self.

Fox gets surprised by the fact Melanie actually followed them, after they wanted to go after Jax.

Met shifted uncomfortably when he was approached. His eyes looked dark and sad. He wanted to be left alone.

Fox gives Met a hug, trying to cheer him up. Not noticing he wanted to be left alone.

"You were from earlier when the boy ran. How have you been since then?"

Met mumbled something in response that was indistinguishable, his eyes still glued onto his corner. He ignored the hug.

Fox lets go of Met, and sits down next to him.

Melanie ponders before saying, "Yeah, he ran off again. He's scared of me more than your friend here, I believe. At first, I thought he was one of my mind-friends, but I can't feel them, not that I know of at least. He's really cool, too. He listens."

Met hummed softly. “It’s nice when someone listens to you.”

Fox nods, understanding from when they could speak.

"The doctors didn't, or, if they did, they tried to ignore me. Some of them said I drove some to insanity, so I try not to talk about what I think much…" Melanie sits down and makes her feet move left and right, like a metronome, all the while she hums a tune.

Fox leans on Melanie, starting to fall asleep.

Melanie smiles and tries not to move much, watching Fox peacefully as his breaths even out. "He's really sweet, isn't he?" she whispers. "It reminds me of my Mommy when I was four…"

(Fox is non-binary BTW.)
Fox smiles and falls asleep.

Melanie looks up to Met, "What's your name? I think I told you mine…"

Met glanced at her after zoning out. “I’m Met. Patient 32. I don’tnthink I know yours.”

Fox's head slips off of Melanie's shoulder, he hits his head on the floor and wakes up, jerking up back to a semi sitting position.

"Oh. Sorry. I'm Melanie. Patient 45, I believe. I got in here for seeing things. Unreal things, of course. My parents sent me here when I was 5, and I think the doctors gave up on me. I think they wanted me to be…left for dead, I think that's what the term is?"

Fox thinks for a second, and nods.

“Oh. That’s sad. I’m sorry. I was sent in here because I kept crying. And. I wouldn’t change my clothes. The doctors always ask me why and I tell them what Mum used to say. Good boys never change their clothes.”

You can tell Fox really wants to tell their side, but can't. They just look at the floor, their breathing becomes a bit shaky

"Where is she? Do you know? Does she worry about you? I hope she does. I know mine does, or did, I don't know…" Melanie thinks, and sighs, "Sometimes I think we were meant to die. To just exist, and then not. I'm not talking about hurting myself, but if you think about it that way, there's no purpose to existence if we're all meant to die…"

“She got arrested. Then she got shocked on a shock chair,” Met said softly, looking away again at the corner. “I don’t think she does. She disn’t like me. I liked her, though. But she wasn’t very nice.” Hisnresponse felt tiny and soft compared to her long spreel.

Fox covers their face, trying not remember. They don't want to remember. They starting crying…