"Hey, I'm Roy!" exclaimed the boy, whose forehead was bandaged, sitting next to Maxwell with a tray of freshly cooked sausages and scrambled eggs in front of him. Maxwell didn't respond with words because he was unsure of the unexpected individual, grinning directly at him. He noticed a tooth gap, but was respectful enough to not make a rude comment about it. Instead, he just stared at him as if Roy were dumb or something like that. Maxwell lets out a sigh and continued to eat his breakfast, pretending that Roy didn't exist. This whole time, Roy was just watching him eat with a puppy grin on his acne-filled face.
Maxwell paused as he caught Roy staring at him; "Are you gonna eat your food, or are you just gonna keep staring at me like a weirdo?" Said Maxwell, scowling at him with attitude and his eyebrows furrowed. Roy nervously sweats, his smile turning from outright-unintentionally creepy to awkward. Roy hesitated to talk for a moment and then cleared his throat, "I-I just want to be your friend! Heh heh.."
Maxwell was utterly confused, not knowing what to say to Roy. Obviously, he had no idea on how to respond to that. He rolled his eyes; "Nah, it's best to not be friends with me." He replied in a monotonous tone as he took a bite of one of his scrambled eggs with a white plastic fork.
"Why not? You seem to be the coolest person I know! Plus, nobody else in this asylum wants to be my friend.." Said Roy, using a tone of sadness to try to get Maxwell to feel bad for him.
"Well, that's too bad. Sometimes it's best to be alone." Maxwell responded, not giving a damn about what Roy wanted him to be; his friend. "You can't just force people to be your friend, y'know. It's not like it's the end of the world when you have no friends."
"I know, I know. But please be my friend-" Roy begged before getting interrupted by him.
"Nope, not gonna happen. I'm not gonna repeat myself after this; it's for your good though." Maxwell replied rudely. There is no way that Roy is that desperate for a friend, which is quite surprising for him. But he knew what type of person he himself is, he knew that they probably won't get along behind closed doors. Maxwell casually walked away from Roy to another table to eat his breakfast until the bell rings for outside time. Disgusted by the boy with bandages on his forehead, he sat as far as possible from him, alone in the corner behind the white fences. He's never gonna be friends with him at all, never gonna have friends again in a thousand years..
Not after what has happened that day when Maxwell was just an immature child...
Flashback to an uncovered memory, there was a little girl with black-drawn scribbles covering her face with innocent echoes of laughter. The laughter was the only thing that Maxwell recognizes from her, except for the rest of her appearance that he views as hideous. The world didn't expect someone so grime. It's like.. There's something always wrong with Maxwell since he was a child, but nobody noticed as they forsaken his soul that was once innocent. He recalls another memory where he was watching a horror movie where there was serial killer, preparing to murder the old lady baking cookies in the middle of the living room, being a well-behaved child. Until he heard the glass shatter on the ground near the living room.
"Oh look what you just made me do!" Yelled Maxwell's father, holding another glass bottle of liquor in his other hand as he angrily gritted his yellow teeth. "You better clean up this mess and make me a sandwich-" He yelled again before he got interrupted by his wife's rage.
"I AM DONE WITH YOUR BULLSHIT! Just give me that divorce paper, and JUST LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY! I HAD ENOUGH!" Maxwell's mother yelled back, clutching her knuckles as she expresses the pent-up rage she had felt for her husband for a very long time. She was ready to fight back, but she also doesn't wanna be seen as the bad guy in the situation between them. Meanwhile, that poor little boy heard the whole argument between his parents, his eyes directed away from the horror movie he was supposed to be watching on a Halloween night. A night that was supposed to be sweetly special for him, but was now ruined. Thanks to Maxwell's father, he can't watch a movie without getting distracted by them arguing almost all the time. Maxwell doesn't remember what happened next, all he knows is that his father won't be here with him on Earth anymore.
The asylum's bells loudly rings for the patients to come back inside the huge building, snapping him back to reality as he stands up from the grassy grounds and walk in a line. He steps foot inside, and went straight to his room with nobody by his side. Just him, and himself only..