"Hidden in the Shadows"

Angel lay there, the moonlight casting faint, eerie shadows across his room. The white noise of the Anderson Center filled the air, broken only by the occasional creak or distant mumble of staff on the night shift. He had only been here a couple of weeks, and while the sessions with Dr. Morales were starting to feel routine, the sterile walls and the strict rules were still unsettling.

Kitty's soft tap on the glass of his door pulled him from his thoughts. He turned over to see her standing there, a playful and somewhat mischievous glint in her eyes. He had developed a growing sense of curiosity—and something more—for her since he'd arrived.

“Come on,” she whispered, beckoning him.

"What?" Angel responded, his heart rate picking up at the prospect of breaking the rules.

"Trust me, it’s good," Kitty teased, her smile widening as if she were a cat playing with a mouse. “We all sneak out into this abandoned room and have fun. It’s called Hidden.”

His hesitation melted away, replaced by excitement tinged with the thrill of rebellion. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, trying not to think about the consequences.

Creeping through the hallways, the two soon arrived at a small, neglected room at the far end of the building. Kitty pushed open the door to reveal Mark, Kate, Luke, and Tina already inside. The room was dimly lit by a couple of scavenged flashlights, their beams creating an otherworldly atmosphere.

Tina lounged against the far wall, arms crossed. She looked up and sighed, “I hate the rules here. No interaction, no sharing secrets, no giving numbers or emails, no dating. It’s messed up.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty bad,” Mark agreed, his voice low and conspiratorial. “But who’s gonna stop us?”

Luke, who was sitting on the floor with a furrowed brow, added, “Well, those residential unit kids are always the worst. They’d snitch on you for breathing too loud.”

Everyone chuckled softly except for Angel, who was still trying to get a sense of this hidden part of the center’s life. He turned to Kitty, sitting down next to her. “So, what do we do here exactly?”

Kitty glanced around at the others before meeting Angel’s eyes. “Anything we want. Talk about life, dreams, fears. Play games, tell stories. Hide from the world outside these walls.”

For the first time since he found himself at the Anderson Center, Angel felt a sliver of hope. Maybe, hidden in the shadows of this abandoned room and the defiant spirits of his new friends, he could find himself again.

Their whispered voices filled the room, sharing stories of their lives before, fears they couldn't voice during therapy sessions, and small rebellious wishes for the future. Kitty's warmth beside him made his skin tingle, and he wondered if perhaps, in the darkness, there might be light yet to be found.

Hours passed like minutes, and Angel found himself laughing more than he had in months. As they began to wind down, Tina commented softly, “At least we have this. It’s not much, but it means everything right now.”

“Yeah,” Angel agreed, feeling a sense of camaraderie. “It means everything.”

Reluctantly, they dispersed back to their rooms, the euphoria of rebellion slowly giving way to cautious relief. Angel lay back in his bed, a small, content smile playing on his lips. He knew the journey ahead was long and complicated, but for the first time, surrounded by these unlikely friends, he didn’t feel so alone.

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