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As the car drove down the road, Yuki sat in the back with his eyes closed. It had been almost 11 years since the death of his family. He was property of the state by law, till his 18th birthday. No one wanted him, not even the foster place. Yuki was prone to out bursts at random times, depending on what set him off. It could be the smallest noise, like someone coughing.
The car continued down the road, toward his new home. Yuki was now being shipped off to a mental hospitals, for those who had mental issues. He sighed to himself, as he opened his eyes and looking out the window. The woods looked desolate as he looked out into them. His stare was blank, even as the driver tried to communicate wit him. Yuki didn't speak, not even to the foster kids.
It wasn't for long, before the car pulled into the drive way of the hospital. He looked out toward it, as the car stopped. The building was rather large, just like all the others it was white. Yuki sighed, as he grabbed his duffel bag, getting out not even waiting for the driver. He left the driver, who stared at him worried. Yuki was use to those looks, everyone was worried about him, he had been at the foster home for almost 10 years, no one wanted him, not even them.
He walked up the steps to the building and walked inside. It simply a hospital, with 4 white walls surrounding him, as he continued on inside. There was no receptionist you had to talk to, it seemed. Yuki continued on, there was most likely other people here, but would they be his own age? He wondered as he continued inside, with his duffel bag in hand.
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