Every Day Another Piece Can't Be Found

Life is a puzzle.
And every day another piece can't be found.

Looking at all the people in the 5 chairs around definitely drew no resemblance to high school. But the dead silence and coldness the shrouded the room was something no one in it could shake. Well if Madison aimed to turn me around, she's good at her job to say the least.

24 hours earlier...

It rained outside. The smell of fog and wet grass leaked through the slightly opened window and flooded my room. The smell of something beyond the clinic pricked my senses as I continued to stare lamely out the window. There was no noise other than the rain outside. I had made them take down the clock hanging on the west wall of my room. The last thing I needed to hear in a place like this was the ticking of a clock. Reminding me that time was slipping away.
For whatever reason, Madison had started to explore the clinic more. Since she was completely functional, it was hard to her to just sit around all day. She had always had a wanderlust and although technically I had the right to her freedom, I would never be the one to break her spirit.
It bothered me somewhat to have no idea what she was doing or who she was meeting out there but I had an undoubted trust in her. The people here were mostly 70% immobilized. And the cons had their own wing.
The cons were the patients at the clinic who had contagious illnesses. They were the darkest and most isolated of all of us. Although I had never meet one, it was hard not to pass judgment.
Madison came into the room and walked over to my bedside like she had something important to say. She looked at me as if I should know, but I had no idea what she was trying to say. At least with only the clue of her eyes.
"They say there's a program-" she started. I rolled my eyes. That program for the patients that sounded too much like Alcohol Anonymous.
"Who told you?"
"It doesn't matter. Why did you turn it down?" Madison was never a fan on my social path even when I still lived in New Jersey. Except Haven who was dubbed a bad influence and I was barred from speaking to.
"Madison-"
"I want you to go." she said. She raised her eyebrows and leaned on her right side. I knew she would. I had my reasons for not wanting to go. And it seemed sort of sudden for her to just drop this on me.
I laughed. Madison's eyes widened. She knew that I didn't laugh when I was happy, I laughed when I was mad or frustrated.
Part of me thought that I needed to give her something back for saving me. It was like she had responded to a sudden call from an angel. I just wasn't sure why my parents had to be killed to bring her back to me. I slightly smiled.
"I will not waver, Madison. I will go to one session of this lame ass program and if it's a complete waste, I will never go back."
You might think it would be out of my character to cave this easily. But it's hard to feel this enlightened until someone you love if taken away from you and you just recently have gotten them back.

I went to the meeting the next day.
Looking at all the people in the 5 chairs around definitely drew no resemblance to high school. But the dead silence and coldness the shrouded the room was something no one in it could shake. Well if Madison aimed to turn me around, she's good at her job to say the least.
Clearly tired of the silence, she spoke.
"This is our third meeting. Why are you just now joining us?"
She was blond and I could tell she was rather short even though she was sitting down. She had one stud in the right side of her lower lip. She looked mildly healthy, meaning she was probably beating whatever disease she was fighting.
"It wasn't my choice to be here." I replied. She clearly didn't like that answer.
"It's completely voluntary. You don't have to come." She nodded towards me. "So what's your name pout master?"
I was hesitant to give this stranger my name. "Jasper. Jasper Nixon." Through giving her my name she seemed to soften her gaze.
"I'm Hayden." she nodded to another girl who had dark hair and no piercings. The girl was also clearly taller than Hayden. She was very thin and looked weak. She was clearly still battling her disease. But you could see she was fight hard.
"This is-" Hayden was interrupted.
"Kiedis. Brooklyn Kiedis."
A girl with a softer face who actually wore a smile in contrast to the others in the room, waved slightly.
"I'm Evelyn."
A different girl who was thin like Brooklyn and had extremely dark eye make-up nodded. It was hard to guess what condition the girl was in my looking at her. But she looked like a fighter. And she had writing on her wrist. However the print was too small to read.
"Dia Reznor."
I nodded. And my eyes turned to the last person in the room. A boy around my age didn't say anything at first. She was also very very thin and his eyes were sunken a little. He had his lower lip pierced twice. He looked up.
"Maddox Gibbard." His voice sounded horse. And I could only think one thing. Lung cancer.
Hayden smiled. She rested her chin on her hands and her elbows on her knees.
"This is the place where death is destiny."
"Death is destined every where." Maddox's voice shook me a little. He sounded so much more pained than Madison who was the only company I had had.
Brooklyn looked over at me and smiled a little.
"So welcome to the black parade, Jasper Nixon."