Dan chews on the end of his pen and skims over the page and a half he's filled in his notebook. His cheeks are tinged a light pink. Removing the pen from his mouth, he pens a simple sentence.

I'm glad that's cleared up.

Dan pushes the notebook back under his pillow and wraps the blankets around himself as he walks down the hallway of the hospital ( Read more... )

Dan chews on the end of his pen and looks at the last words he wrote in his journal. He scribbles again in his notebook.

What if what I think is best isn't really best at all? Am I doomed to second guess myself forever?

What will I do if the best decision I've ever made turns out to be the worst thing I've ever done?

Dan closes his notebook and ( Read more... )

Dan pulls his notebook out from under his pillow, careful not to wake his bedmate. After fumbling under the pillow for a pen, he begins writing in the moonlight.

Like a moth to a flame and equally destructive.

Dan shoves the notebook back under the pillow and curls back up beneath the covers.

Dan pulls out his notebook from between the mattress and the box springs. His hands are trembling slightly as he flips to a fresh sheet. His illegible scrawl soon fills the top half of the page.

I'm a faker, a fraud.

I'm living a lie.

But how can I explain that?

Exhausted by the few words he's written, Dan shoves the notebook back to it's ( Read more... )

Dan grins to himself, eating a bowl of macaroni and cheese in the cafeteria. He has his notebook in there with him.I'm feeling the electricity. And it makes me nervous, scared, anxious, the works ( Read more... )

Dan curls up in a chair in the common room with his notebook. He opens to the last entry, re-reads and shakes his head. He pulls a pen out of his pocket and begins scribbling in his notebook.It seems like a lot has happened since I wrote in here before. I met a kid named Johnny, he's become my bosom buddy. I met the other Johnny who refers to my ( Read more... )

Dan pulls a fresh notebook and pen out of his suitcase. He carefully zips the suitcase back up and slides it underneath his bed. Making his way to the common room, he settles down on the couch, opening to a fresh sheet and scrawling in an illegible manner that only fifteen year old boys can get away with.So, I've been at Hyde's Hospital For Boys ( Read more... )