Fred rolled over in his bed, only to be woken up by bright sunshine. His room was cold and he really didn't want to move but he had to. He started to get up when the body next to him snuggled closer. It was Mandy, his girlfriend. She had long straight brown hair and blue eyes. Height-wise, she was Fred's polar opposite, in other words she just made it over 5 feet tall.

"Where are you going?" she mumbled as she wrapped her arms around his waist." It's still early, we dont have classes yet."

"I know, but I have the internship at the asylum, remember?" Fred explained quietly, wishing he could go back to sleep. He had such a headache from the party last night. 'Next time,' he thought, 'don't drink anything that looks like it just might be nuclear waste.'

Fred continued getting out of bed, only narrowly missing the ceiling fan when he stood up. He wondered what people wear at insane asylums as he was picking through his drawers for something to wear. All of his clothes were jeans and t-shirts. He finally picked a black band tee and some old faded jeans and headed to the bathroom.

After showering and trying to tame his long-ish black hair, he peeked out, only to see Mandy had resumed sleeping. This time, however, she was without him and had Little Napoleon snuggled close to her chest.

Fred chuckled quietly as he looked for the profile of the little girl he was supposed to be taking care of. He finally found it. Even though he had seen the picture over a dozen times it still startled him. The girl in question was 15 years old and her name was Emily. She was a pretty girl until you focused on her eyes. The irises were so light that they appeared white, now they really weren't white but the contrast with her white skin and wild dyed black hair made them look so. She had a very small frame and a rapt look about her. She was taken to Thorny Towers after a series of incidents that were unspecified on the portfolio.

'She probably has severe AIWS,' thought Fred hopefully, 'and her parents can't take care of her. They wouldn't put me with a real crazy person. Would they?' He didn't consider it any longer as he walked out the door and towards his car.
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Fred exited the bagel place with a bagel and some coffee. As he walked back to his car he saw a girl crying on the sidewalk.

"Whats wrong?" he asked. He didn't think she would actually answer him, just walk away. Like in any college town, she looked older than she actually was. She wore a large amount of black eyeliner and black boots that went up to her knees. Under ripped jeans, she had fish net stockings and her shirt said something obscene.

"He died," she answered. "He drove his car into the river and drowned."

"Who did?" asked Fred. he knew that he would regret asking, he usually did. As soon as he asked, she started to cry. Rivers of black rolled down her face and splashed onto the concrete. Fred sat down next to her and offered her his bagel. She ignored it.

"My boyfriend you moron!" she screamed. "Why do you care!?"

"I-I just wanted to help." He stuttered, looking slightly taken aback. "Here, do you want my bagel? And no, I didn't do anything to it."

Her brow furrowed as she looked from the bagel, then back to Fred. Finally, she reached out and took the bread. "Thanks, you're nice. Are you from the college?" she asked as she took a bite.

"Yeah, why?" asked Fred.

"Oh, just because you remind me of my brother, thats all."

"Really, thats interesting, because your remind me of someone too," said Fred. 'yeah my sister before that happened'. He mentally added...

Flashback:

Fred knocked on the bathroom door again.

"Come on Marie, open the damn door! I have places to be too!" Fred yelled at his 16 year old sister, though his voice was muffled by the door. "She's probably doing her hair for like the hundredth time..."

He figured that since she had opened the door on him her fair share of times he would do the same to her. He tried the knob. She locked it.

'She's going to make this difficult isn't she?' he thought. 'Luckily I'm freakishly tall and I can reach the key!'

Before he opened the door he looked though the crack underneath. He noticed a strange eerie reddish glow on the white tile. He frowned, reaching up for the key and using it to unlock it. "Weird..." He muttered as he slowly pushed the door open.

There was his sister. She was leaning against the toilet, holding a razor blade. Her school uniform was stained with blood. Fortunately, she was still breathing, Fred could faintly see her chest rise and fall softly. Against his better judgment he knelt next to her and gave her a light shake.

"Wake up! What happened!?" He screamed at her. However, soon it became clear that no matter how much he shook or yelled at her, she would continue to bleed.

Fred did the only logical thing left and that was to call an ambulance. By the time he reached the phone his younger siblings had noticed him running back to bathroom with the knees and sleeves of his uniform soaked in blood. Sitting in the hospital trying to explain to his younger siblings what happened was difficult. He didn't want to lie to them but he also didn't want to tell them what really happened. His parents were dealing with the nurses, making sure that their beloved oldest daughter, Marie Jaqualine Bonaparte, has the best care. He remembered when he was in the hospital they hardly
visited him, but that didn't matter now. The only thing that mattered was that he found out why his sister had tried to kill herself...

End Flashback

"Don't do anything stupid, alright? There are other guys out there," said Fred to the girl, whom by this point had finally stopped crying. 'She looks better' he thought. 'Hopefully she'll move on...'

"Thanks," she said. "Whats your name? I never asked, my names Sydney."

"I'm Fred," he said as he stood up. "I'm sure I'll see you around, but right now I've gotta get to my job. Bye."

With that, he was off.