Rebel Refuge: Uncovering the Hidden Room

In the quiet, dimly lit halls of the Anderson Center, Angel tossed and turned in his bed. The strict rules and sterile environment were stifling. Just weeks ago, he was a regular sixteen-year-old, part-American, part-Mexican, who had taken the fall for something his friend did. Now, here he was, stuck in a mental rehab center, cut off from his old life.

Kitty’s voice broke the stillness of the night, her whisper urgent and excited. "Angel, come on."

He squinted in the darkness, barely making out her shadowy figure by the door. "What’s up, Kitty?"

"Just trust me on this one. We all sneak out to this abandoned room. It’s called Hidden. We have fun, and it's the only place we can be ourselves."

Angel hesitated for a second but the allure of freedom—even a temporary one—was too strong to resist. He slipped out of bed and followed her quietly, careful not to wake anyone.

When they reached the Hidden room, Angel saw the others were already there. Mark, the laid-back joker; Kate, fierce and rebellious; Luke, the cautious observer; and Tina, the strong-willed spirit, each one casting him a welcoming glance.

Tina was the first to break the silence. "You know, the rules here are just ridiculous," she said, shaking her head. "No interaction, no sharing secrets, no giving numbers or emails, and definitely no dating. It’s all so messed up."

Mark nodded, leaning back against a worn-out sofa. "Yeah, it's bad. But who’s gonna stop us? We need some kind of release, or we'd go mad."

Luke frowned, crossing his arms. "It's not just the staff. Those residential unit kids, the ones with the stricter supervision, they're the worst. Always snitching on us."

Mark looked over at Luke, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, but why do they do it? What’s their game?"

Kate, with a dark gleam in her eyes, added, "I got in trouble once for shooting a guy in the ass with a bow and arrow. They don't even try to understand us here. We're just numbers."

Angel couldn't help but be drawn into their world—a world within a world, filled with hidden rooms and unspoken alliances. Kitty leaned closer to him, her eyes sparkling. "See, Angel? We're a family here. We look out for each other."

Angel felt his heart beat faster—not just because Kitty was so close, but because, for the first time since arriving, things seemed a little less bleak. Here, in the Hidden room, the rules of the Anderson Center didn’t matter. They were forging their own path, one secret meeting at a time.

"Okay," Angel said, a small smile playing on his lips. "Let's have some fun."

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