TTMABchapter2

He's taking his time
making up the reasons
to justify all the hurt inside

"So you're back, huh?" Lance's back faced Jc when he walked into the room.

"Yeah, I am. And let me be frank with you Lance, I find you interesting," Jc said. Lance laughed, it was a sweet sound, unlike the rest of the laughs he
had heard in the short time he had known Lance.

"Yeah? Well, so does the rest of the world." Lance turned around and leaned against the windowsill. Jc sat down on a chair and looked at Lance, waiting, hoping that Lance would say something.

"Aren't you gonna start asking question now?" Lance asked, his eyes cold and calculating, "This is usually when they start, wanting to know everything
about me."

"No, this is when I sit here, and wait for you to talk to me. I'm not gonna
force you to tell me something that you don't want to," Jc said, looking into
Lances' green eyes. Lance chuckled and sat down on the bed.

"You're kidding."

"Nope, I have all day." Jc said settling into his chair, waiting for Lance to
say something.

And that�s how they were two hours later, Jc sitting on the chair and Lance
sitting on the bed. Both quiet. Jc glanced at his watch.

"Well, I have to go now," Jc said. "But don't worry, you'll get to see my
face tomorrow."

Jc waited for a response, after not getting one, he got up and left the room
closing the door behind him. He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and
sighed. This is gonna be harder than I first thought, he thought.

"So you're the new guy, right?" a voice asked.

"Yeah, I suppose I am..." Jc trailed off.

"I'm Joey Fatone, one of the attendants." Joey smiled and held out his hand,
Jc shook it and smiled.

"Joshua Chasez."

"So what do you think of your new patient?" Jc chuckled.

"Not very talkative, that�s for sure." Jc said.

"Yeah well, I was here when they first brought him in. Lemme tell you he was not quiet. At all. He was screaming most of the time, the rest he was
sleeping. I heard from one of the guys that brought him in, that the police
had found him in the street, badly beaten up, almost comatose. They admitted him into a hospital, when they couldn't handle him, he was sent here. No one really knows what happened to him. Except one of the other patients...ummm Justin Timberlake I think, anyways-"

"I would love to stay and chat, but I really need to get going now," Jc
said. "But it was nice to meet you, and everything." Before Joey could say
another word, Jc walked down the hallway and into his office, closing the
door behind him.

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Lance let out a sigh of relief and laid down on the bed. He squeezed his eyes
closed, willing for the tears to go away. I am not going to cry, I am not
going to cry...oh what the hell I'm gonna cry.

He opened his eyes and let the tears run down his cheek, he curled up into a
little ball and let out a cry of just pure anguish. Had anyone been around,
they would've thought he was in extreme pain. His body convulsed with sobs of
pain. Not physical pain, but emotional pain. A kind of pain that Lance would
never wish on anyone. Not even his worse enemy. His mind ran through his
life, thoughts that had been locked up in the darkest, deepest part of his
memory were suddenly let free. As if a someone had just opened them with a key.

*Flashback*

"GET UP YOU FAGGOT!!"

Lance pulled at his hair, willing the memories to go away.

A foot made its mark on Lance's stomach. Evil laughter floated in and out of his ears.

"You thought you could get away with it? Didn't you?" this time is was a kick in the face.

*End Flashback*

Lance took a deep breath to calm himself. Breath in, breath out, breath in,
breath out. Finally when he had stopped crying and was breathing normally. He stood up, wiped his face, and locked those memories back from where they came from. The deepest, darkest part of his mind. Hoping, praying that they would never come back again. But knowing that they would. Pandora's box was open, and nothing could stop it now.