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"Like I said, Two beds in my room." she said smiling.
"I didn't think there were so many people like me in this town anyways, but I can see that I might as well make this a boarding house for people like us. Or at least teens." she explained. "I'm almost don renivating. It takes me a day to make the basic room with walling and a ceiling. But it takes two to put up the wall paper or paint it, then lay down a rug. So it takes about 3 days to make a room." she explained. "And thats running on no sleep at all." she pointed out as she walked over to the other girl. "Good, news, ur feaver is gone already. Are you girls hungry?" she asked unsure if they were or not.

Yuki just noticed she had medication in her hands. "Anti-dipressants?"

(geez, you guys are up early..x_x; )

Even though he had fallen asleep not too long ago, Sam ended up waking up. He realized he had fallen asleep beside Adri and blushed quite a bit before carefully moving to crawl off the bed. Samuel stood up and stretched while yawning before he headed towards the door, opening it and soon making his way back into the 'lobby'. Sam looked at all the people still up, wondering if any of them were planning on going to bed or if they'd stay up all night too, but he was much too shy to ask about anything or join the conversation. But for some reason he decided to speak anyway. "W-what's wrong with being bi-polar..?" he asked quietly, timidly staying near the hallway he had come out of.

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Sam blinked, making a soft ulping sound from where he stood. He wasn't entirely sure what to say next after hearing Yuki's story. After all, he had never met someone who had broken out of a casket..at least, not that he was aware of. "Y-you...broke out of a c-casket Miss Yuki..?" he asked tentively, unsure if she was completely serious or not. Frighteningly she d-does seem q-quite serious.. he thought.

"When I awoke the next day, my hands were rapped up in linen cloth, much like yours, and I was in the hospital. They explained that I punched the casket open and ended up splitting my knuckles. They thought I was just crazy after that. So I stopped taking meds." she explained.

Sam's eyes were a bit wide as he stared at Yuki, the shock showing on his face. Never in his life had he heard of someone doing such a thing, and he never thought that Yuki had done something like punch through her own casket.. "Th-thats.." he tried to think of a work to finish his sentence but couldn't find anything that would fit well. Sam noticed she mentioned his wraped hands, and quietly he lifted them to look at them, the bandages running the length of his arms. Like..mine..? he thought, hoping she didn't have bandages for the same reason he did.

"And of coarse, me being myself, I helped people who have the same death wish like me. BUt that's because I know for fact that noone want's to die alone, or then, they just have some minor issues. I still havn't had a good cry about that day still. That's why I wear stockings that cover my legs. I have a 'desies' that I came up with. Of seen other people like this too. It's just a scar like rash that appears on your legs or arms when you don't cry abput something you wanted to cry about." she explained. "But alas, I havn't cried in two years. Thus I decide not to cry over the past." she said calmly walking over to the cach and sitting.

"If you cry twice a day most of the time, no, if it's once a day or even once a week, yes, put if you don't cry at least once a month than you will get the 'desease', but it will heal the more you cry, if you have it bad enough, you may have to make yourself cry every day. But if you cry more than once a day for a week, you will get the reversed version, in witch you need to feel as though someone does care about you in this world of hate that we live in." she explained trying not to sound like a know-it-all.