White

I've been here three days.

I sit at the empty table with the disgusting grilled cheese and apple we have today. Well anyone who doesn't eat meat that is. So just me. I tear into the food.

I need that paint brush. I need to get rid of the white.

Another boy sits at the table. I don't look up. I clench my hands tightly around the bendy impossible to break plastic utensil.

Aw are you scared?

We'll make him go away.

We'll make him run screaming.

Just say the word Biely.

"I'm Tanner." he says in a way to cheery voice.

I don't answer. I don't talk if I don't have to.

"You are new."

I give him a look to show him how stupidly obvious he is being. Of course I'm new.

"You don't talk much."

Once again I give him the no-shit-Sherlock look. I resit throwing up and put the tray on the counter by the trash.

He's annoying us.

Let's kill him too.

I silently agree with them. He's like doctor Reed. To happy for a place like this.

I stare at the pouring rain outside.

I wish it would wash me away.