Xavier Anderson

Name: Xavier Anderson Age: 19 Height: 6'0" (183 cm) Nationality: American Occupation: Former bassist in an underground rock band Status: Patient at Blackwood Psychiatric Hospital Looks: My hair is silver-blond with dark roots, always falling over one eye no matter how many times I brush it away. Pale gray eyes make people think I'm always tired—or dangerous. I've got a sharp smile that never seems to comfort anyone, a few silver piercings in my ears, and skin so pale it almost blends into the hospital walls. I wear oversized band shirts, fingerless gloves, headphones around my neck, and my bass guitar is the only thing they let me keep. Personality: People think I'm unpredictable. Maybe they're right. I joke when things get serious, laugh at the wrong moments, and never tell anyone what I'm actually thinking. I notice everything, trust almost no one, and hide every real emotion behind sarcasm. Music is the only time my mind ever goes quiet. Likes: Playing bass, rainy nights, old cassette tapes, black coffee, horror movies, writing songs, quiet hallways, thunderstorms. Dislikes: Being touched without warning, loud alarms, bright lights, being lied to, doctors who act like they know me, silence that lasts too long. Movie Introduction (First Person) "People always ask what landed me in a mental hospital." "I usually tell them I forgot." The truth is... forgetting would've been easier. My name is Xavier Anderson. I'm nineteen years old, and according to the files locked inside the nurses' station, I'm unstable, manipulative, and a danger to myself and everyone around me. Funny... because they only wrote half the story. Every morning starts the same. Pills. Checkups. White walls. Locked doors. The sound of keys jingling outside my room. They say it's to keep me safe. I think it's to keep everyone else safe from whatever they think lives inside my head. The only thing they never took from me was my bass guitar. When I play, the screaming in my mind fades