Miles Malcolm
"I shouldn't be here."
How many times had Miles said that phrase for it to fall on deaf ears? How many times had he thought that knowing it didn't change anything? Here he was, an apparent murderer, a man addicted to sex and incapable of emotion. He laughed in spite of himself, a horrible humorless laugh that meant nothing. He was alone his room, yet to be yanked out and thrown in the room with the people who actually belonged here. Well to be honest, he didn't believe anyone belonged in a place like this. He had yet to speak to any of them yet too. Usually Miles would distance himself from everyone and keep away. Today he was feeling somewhat sociable but he doubted they'd speak to him.
He carefully made his way to the main room where other patients resided and sat on a chair. To think he could be out playing music right now. It made him furious. He wasn't crazy. Just stupid.
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