Justin was still staring at the label when the door opened, his head turning to look at her but his eyes never once shifted from his name on the plaque as a woman entered. Why was he in a mental ward? He’s wasn’t insane. “Justin, your attention if I may?” Blinking, the blondes eyes darted up to meet hers. She was old, her grey hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, strands framed her thin face as she raised a clawed hand to push her thick rimmed glasses up her hooked nose. Justin’s first reaction was to move as far away from this old crow as he could get so, he backed up against the wall, slipping down to sit on the floor. If she tried to do anything, he couldn’t exactly do anything due to the restrictions on his arms. If only he was Houdini, that would have been helpful. “Who the fuck are you? Where am I? Why am here? Where’s Brian? Where’s my mother? I’M NOT FUCKING INSANE!” he shrieked, his breathing becoming irregular as he started to panic. A small voice in his head was chanting over and over ‘I want my mommy’. He recognised the voice but couldn’t place it as he stared up at her with wide, scared eyes. The woman gave him a stern look, her arms crossing over her chest as she watched the teenager retreat into himself, knees pulled up against his chest as he cried. “Now, now Justin. Calm yourself or I’m going to have to sedate you”, she said, voice cold and uncaring as she rolled her eyes, “This is for your own good. We thought you’d been sorted out, then of course, it was triggered again by your coma. We’ve also been informed of a disgusting lifestyle which we think is a symptom of your….health”, she stated causing the boy to look up. Disgusting lifestyle? “I’ll kill him…” came a cold, harsh voice which Justin was surprised was his own, his eyes darkening at least three shades of blue, “I will fucking kill him!” He moved to his feet, his head facing downwards but his eyes still trained on the nurse as he stepped towards her. He didn’t get very far seeing as less than a second later, he was flat on his back, being pinned down by one of the guards, a needle being shoved in his neck. Blurred eyes rested on the sneering face of the woman as she waved, “Nighty Night Mr.Taylor”, she sang, slamming the door as he passed out. ~~~~~~~~ “Where is he!?” Jennifer Taylor looked up from her spot on the sofa as Brian burst through her front door, her eyes red from crying. Beside her sat her former husband who shot a glare at him, “You! You’re the reason he’s run away!” he snarled, throwing a crumpled up note at a perplexed Brian. Mom, I can’t do it. I can’t be with Brian anymore. It’s no-one’s fault I’m gay. Dad was right, it is a disgusting lifestyle. Brian made me realise that… I’m sorry. Justin. Brian stared at the letter, out the corner of his eye he spotted Craig looking somewhat jubilant about something. A sight Brian didn’t like one bit as he crumpled the letter in his fist, “There’s only one problem Mr. Taylor and that’s the fact you shouldn’t be writing notes from Justin”, he stated casually, throwing the letter back as Craig snarled, outraged, “How DARE you! You have no right BARGING into my house and announcing the letter was done by me!” The older man was on his feet, glaring up at an angry Brian, “First things first, Craig, this is JENNIFER’S house, not yours. And another is that well, that’s not Justin’s handwriting. That and the fact Justin never calls you dad…you’re just Craig to him”, he pointed out before grabbing the front of Craig’s shirt, crumpling it in his fist. “So where the FUCK is my Sunshine!?”