Yo! Disgraceful Avenger's finally writing her new story.

Warnings: Drug usage, mental instability, some cussing, future violence and smut.
Pairing: KyoSaya
Disclaimer: I don't own Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magica. (As much as I wish I did...)
Hope you enjoy. Sorry for the whole AN, but now that it's out of the way...

I wake up to a loud noise coming from the other side of the room. Blinking rapidly, I try to focus my eyes, but I just can't. I can vaguely tell that my roommate is sitting up, throwing her blankets from her body. I turn so that I'm facing her. She gives me a once over before speaking.

"You awake, new girl?"

What is it she asked? "Yeah," I say, because yeah answers almost everything. My vision starts to become more clear, and I can make out a very tall girl, with long red hair pulled back in a ponytail. She's smirking as she looks at me.

"Good. Cause nurse I coming to check vitals," her grin widens, "and they're gonna draw your blood."

I frown, but say nothing. My mouth doesn't want to move.

A knock sounds on the door, and a second later it opens, revealing a nurse wheeling a cart full of medical equipment. "Good morning, Kyoko," she says to my roommate, before looking at me. "You're...Sayumi, right?" I shake my head numbly, but she doesn't seem to get it.

My roommate-Kyoko- laughs. "Sayumi? What sort of name is that?"

I say nothing, just lie there, letting the nurse tie the band over my arm, like I've done hundreds of times before. Except she's taking my blood. I was just injecting stuff into it. Ever since the incident at the concert...with Hitomi and Kyosuke...

"-say anything?" The nurse asks, and I wonder if I zoned out.

"She said "yeah"." Kyoko answers. "Hasn't said anything else since yesterday. Didn't even tell me her name. Not that I'd remember it anyway!" She laughs, before walking over and leaning down next to my bed. I feel her fingers tap my lightly on the forehead. "Hey, you. Anyone alive in there? Anyone?"

Is there? Am I really, honestly, alive? Do I even want to be? In this moment, I...I don't know...

"Alive?AmIshalive?" I slur, trying to speak properly.

Kyoko eyes me warily. "How crazy is she?" She asks the nurse, and I wonder if I should be offended. I would usually scold on comments like that. But I don't want to speak.

I turn over again, my arm hanging off the side of the bed. I try raising it, but the attempt goes nowhere.

The nurse exits. My roommate huffs, running a hand through her long hair. She looks over at me.

"Okay. This is my half of the room. That's your half. Just so we're clear," she says, sitting down on her bed, before changing her mind and standing again. "Staff says I have to show you around, so get your ass up and we can go."

I can't bring myself to move.

"Come on, it's time for breakfast!" Kyoko exclaims.

I frown.

"Get up!"

"Saythplease." I slur. She shakes her head, walking toward me. I feel her hands on my back, pushing me to my feet.

"We're going to breakfast. Now."

I can't stomach it, eating breakfast. Somewhere along the line I ended up vomiting all over the floor. When they finally manage to get my out of the mess hall, I'm dry heaving. The staff sits me on my bed and I stay there for god knows how long, staring at the cracks on the ceiling, hearing that beautiful music from the other side of the wall, the sounds of the violin echoing in my ears.

My mind races with the music. I feel like I'm being drawn out of my body, shoved back in, and drawn out again. I can't seem to focus on reality. I don't even know if I'm dreaming. I think it's lucid. I'm not positive, though.

When the music stops and my heart slows down, the door opens. My eyes watch Kyoko as she enters the room. Everything seems like it's bathed in a pale blue light. Kyoko's messing with something on the table, but stops when she sees me. "You okay, Sayumi?"

"Sayaka." I manage to say.

"...huh?" She asks, frowning.

"Mynam'sSayaka." I try, and the words hurt, burning my throat, making me want to throw up again. "Hurths." I say.

Kyoko shakes her head. "You're a weird fuck, Sayaka."

I don't reply, just lie there and watch her walk out of the room.

They have me in a wheelchair when they take me to group therapy. My head is hanging at an odd angle, but I don't bother trying to fix it. I have a tear running down my face, and it stings when it passes over the red, blistery rash near my mouth. The nurse parks my chair next to a couple of others when we enter the room, and I see the other patients staring at me apprehensively, shocked. I hear someone mutter a comment about my face to someone else, who laughs loudly. I feel my eye twitch.

The nurse leaves and they begin to go around the circle. Name, age, reason they're here and what they're working on. A few stand out: Madoka, the inhalant user; Homura, the smoker and heroin addict; Kyoko, who's done almost every drug in the book. And then it's me.

I cough, and slur my words. I can't speak, and eventually the staff member in charge speaks for me.

"This is Sayaka Miki. She's in here for...addiction to methamphetamine and barbiturates."