A/N: This story was inspired by Shutter Island, which is probably one of my favourite movies. It's really unorthodox, but I'm having a lot of fun writing it! Some characters, especially the Dean, will seem OOC. However there is a legitimate reason for it. Reviews are welcome.

I was working alone in the library. The group had just finished studying for the big Biology exam, and everyone felt extremely confident. Being Annie though, I had opted to keep reviewing a bit longer just to make sure. I just needed to ace this exam. Well, technically we all did since we shared the same mark. Of course, I couldn't force the study group to stay with me and study any longer so I just had to hope they were all being honest about being ready for the exam. Somewhat comforted by the thought that they were being honest with me, I returned to my books.

My eyes however soon began to disagree with me, as they slowly began to droop closed. I finally gave in, deciding that it was better to get some rest than pull an all-nighter. I glanced up at the clock, and my eyes widened when I realized that it was 2am. I never stayed in the library this late, and I cursed myself for parking so far away from the library today. I guess that's the price you pay for actually coming to school when it starts rather than 20 minutes earlier like I usually did.

As I made my way out of the library and into the parking lot, something peculiar caught my eye. I saw a car which looked very similar to Jeff's Lexus pulling into the otherwise abandoned parking lot minus my own car. I almost gasped when I saw that it was indeed Jeff, but he was wearing a white coat, similar to the one's we wear in biology. I furrowed my brow in confusion; it looked like Jeff was going to try and break into our biology room to do...something. I couldn't figure it out, so naturally I had to follow him inside.

Making sure that I was well hidden, I slowly sneaked behind Jeff as quietly as I could. I was almost positive he couldn't hear me, even though my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest from the nervousness. I became even more confused when I saw Jeff walk straight past our biology class and into...the Dean's office? I rubbed my eyes to see if I was just seeing things, but as I reopened them the Dean's door was indeed closing slowly, indicated Jeff had just entered. My mind began to race with thoughts about this whole situation.

Why is Jeff here?

Is he trying to get the Dean to open up the Biology room for him?

I guess they should lock it now after what happened a couple weeks ago...

But why is the Dean here so late?

Is Jeff furthering the investigation about the yam?

Is it about Starburns?

Is he going to cheat on the exam?

Is he in trouble with Professor Kane?

If he is we could all fail!

I gotta at least see what this is about! The fate of our biology grade is at stake!

With this new resolve, I crept silently closer to the Dean's office. After what seemed like forever I was just outside the door. But I was immediately surprised at the voices I heard. It was Jeff and the Dean, although the Dean sounded...different. Much more mature and less flamboyant than he usually sounded. The shocking thing however, was that there were other voices which I immediately recognized as my study group. I could hear Britta, Shirley, Abed, Troy and Pierce in the office as well, and it sounded like they were talking about...

"Craig, she thinks Alex is dead now!"

"I don't see what the problem is?"

"The problem is she didn't write about that! It could ruin everything!"

"Alex wasn't important!"

"We don't know that!"

"Look...John..."

Wait a minute...John? But the guy talking to the Dean sounds like Jeff...in fact I know it's Jeff. I know that voice.

"Don't call me John here Craig. We all swore to use the names she gave us whenever we are in this building. You know that."

"Look Jeff, just be happy that you weren't named after a water filter."

"Will you give it a rest Jen-I mean Britta. It's been 3 years I hoped you'd be used to the name by now."

Jen? Names she gave us? What the hell is going on?

"Maybe we should just let this play out."

I recognized this new voice to be Abed's.

"Let this play out? Are you crazy? If she relapses we're back at square one!"

"Well quite frankly I'm sick of having to act like a robot all the time. You're not the one pretending to live with her, John."

I almost gasped at Abed's tone. I had never heard him sound so challenging before. And did he say relapse? And who the hell was John!

"David, look..."

So Abed was David now? I couldn't take it anymore. There were so many questions attacking me from every direction. I felt like I shouldn't barge in but this sounded like an important meeting of some sort. But they were still talking about me! Why were all these new names popping up? And why wasn't I invited to this? If there's some kind of problem with me I should know goddamit! I suddenly felt myself getting very insulted at the secrecy of this whole thing. All I wanted was answers. So without further ado, I got up, held my breath and opened up the Dean's office door.

Everyone looked at me completely shocked, and to be honest, my own expression wasn't that different. My study group plus the Dean were all in white lab coats, looking at me as if they were a deer caught in headlights. Nobody had said anything for a few awkward moments until finally the Dean spoke up.

"Hello Annie."

"What's going on here? Why are all my friends here? And why wasn't I invited? Whatever you're saying about me you can say to my face!"

"Annie, calm down."

"No! What the hell is this?"

"It is very complicated."

"Well explain it! Jeff, tell me what's going on."

Jeff looked very hesitant and nervous suddenly, but the Dean still looked calm.

"Craig, what do we do?"

"You will let me handle this. Everyone except John and myself may go home now."

"His name is Jeff!"

"Everyone leave!"

Without saying a word, the rest of the study group left the three of us in the office. The Dean still looked rather calm. Unfortunately, I couldn't say the same for myself. I felt myself getting flustered and, oddly, scared at the extremely foreign and angry tone that the Dean had just used towards the rest of my friends. When it was just the three of us in the office, the Dean addressed me again.

"Annie, you have stumbled onto something that is a private matter. I would appreciate it if you would please calmly leave my office. John can escort you-"

"WHO THE HELL IS JOHN!"

Jeff looked taken aback at my screaming, but I just couldn't help myself. My entire body wanted answers right now, and I wasn't budging until I got them. Yet still, the Dean looked remarkably calm.

"Would you really like to know everything, Annie?"

Jeff suddenly grew wide-eyed and looked very nervous. I however, didn't hesitate and simply nodded.

The Dean just nodded before opening his desk. Jeff however, jumped beside him and grabbed his arm before he could pull out whatever he had hidden there.

"Craig, you can't do this. It'll be 3 years wasted!"

"We are not getting out of this, John. We have no choice."

Jeff reluctantly let go of his arm before sitting idly on one of the couches. I glanced at him for a moment and he gave me a look of pity. Suddenly, I didn't know if I did want to know what was going on anymore. But it was too late. So I just waited for the Dean to get on with it, looking at him expectantly. I was taken aback when I saw what he had taken out of his desk. It was a regular sized, normal looking black hardcover book. I recognized it immediately.

"That's my..."

"You're journal."

"How did you get that? I lost it-"

"3 years ago?"

"Yeah...how do you know that?"

"Annie, do you remember anything you wrote in this book?"

"Of course I do!"

"Would you mind giving us an example of something you wrote about in here?"

"Well...sure I guess. I...um...well I...I wrote about..."

But it never came to me. It was weird; I remembered my journal so thoroughly. I had written in it every day when I was in rehab. The day I lost it was the worst day of my life...but I hadn't really thought about it since. And now...

"I thought as much. You can't remember can you?"

"Why can't I remember?"

"Because you don't want to."

"...why?"

"Because if you do, everything will come back. And you don't want everything to come back, do you Annie?"

"What is everything?"

"..."

"Just tell me!"

"Are you sure?"

"Please..."

"Alright. 'Everything' is the reason why you are at Greendale."

I felt myself getting more angry at this news.

"I already knew that! My addiction to Adderall is something I've already dealt with, and I already know that's why I'm at your school! Stop lying to me!"

"I didn't say Greendale Community College."

"What?"

"I said Greendale."

"...okay?"

"And you were never addicted to Adderall. In fact, you've never even had one Adderall pill in your entire life, Annie."

"This is ridiculous."

"How fitting for you."

"How is it fitting?"

"Well, this 'school' you've created is ridiculous isn't it? In every possible incarnation of the word. Especially the stuff you make me do sometimes. Like the costumes."

"What do you mean 'you've created'? I didn't create anything! And I don't make you do anything either! You wear those costumes because that's just...you! That's who you are! You're Dean Pelton! And that's Jeff Winger! Just give it to me straight already! I'm getting fed up with this!"

The Dean had no response to this but didn't take his eyes off me. His expression was blank.

At this point, Jeff had finally stood up looking annoyed. The Dean seemed to notice this, and motioned for him to sit back down, giving him a knowing look. Their little moment only confused me even more, but I did get one thing from it: Jeff was just as frustrated as I was.

"Alright Annie," said the Dean. "I'll stop beating around the bush."

I just looked at him expectantly, waiting.

"Like I said before, Greendale isn't a community college. The school acronym isn't GCC; our acronym is instead GMI."

"Which stands for?"

"Greendale Mental Institution."