I know I shouldn't be posting another story... seeing as I have others to update but whatever, I had a morbid moment and this popped up, meaning I had to write it :)

Also because everyone loves an insane Sasuke- right?

So, enjoy!

Warning: Darkfic.

Disclaimer: Naruto is owned by Masashi Kishimoto. Plot belongs to Veroxion. Steal it and I'll castrate you; I worked hard on this- Sasuke's brain is hard to write about, even in unstable mode.

So, here I am; lying on the filthy bed that has been mine for the past several years. I never knew something where someone is supposed to relax and sleep could be so.. uncomfortable and disgusting. The supposedly white as snow sheets were battered with dark stains of dirt and blood- not mine, I can assure you. I've given up trying to take my life. It seemed to make sense, years ago but soon one of the nurses caught me and they took out everyone potentially harmful out of my room.

I knew they wouldn't trust me again, they had even taken out the lamp and it had been replaced with a candle; of course with a cover over it so I wouldn't be able to burn myself, although I doubt a small flame such as that would do any damage at all. It would probably give me a tan; a much needed one, as people kept telling me.

I'm still amazed that I have some sarcasm left in me. I've been here for four years; I think, I lost track of time. I've been locked up like a caged animal, I'm pretty sure that's what people see me as; me in here here, them from outside my rusted cell, I see them as visitors and I'm the main attraction. A freak show for all to see.

I'm currently hooked up to an IV. Fluid's draining into me, with the usual amount of drugs I'm hung up on every single day. The nurses tell me they're to keep me stable and alive. I say they're to keep me insane and living in hell.

What else would I call this place?

A luxury beyond any other? I don't think so. The food isn't even edible.. okay so it is, but it taste's like plastic, I just don't do plastic. I just don't do anything really. Except lay here and wait for more drugs to be poured into my body which I'm sure has given up by now. How much longer will they keep me here? I ask myself that every day. I haven't seen anyone except the nurses that flow in and out of my room. My family has given up on me. Hell; they were the reason why I was here in the first place. They condemned me insane and unstable and I was dragged out of my old room in the middle of the night and thrown into the asylum of thy insane. Sorry, correction: The asylum were everyone will eventually lose all insanity because they definitely do not make you feel better. They make you feel worse. They make you want to die. But I knew that I was already dead. A dead person in a body that still had the will to live. How lovely.

I looked up from the fatal position I had maneuvered myself into, glancing at the iron bars of my caged insanity, or rather what was left of it. The bars were to keep me inside, then after the bars there was a firm thick wall of plaster, or maybe concrete, I didn't know, nor did I care. I glanced at the door; bulky rusted metal that was bolted on the outside, I knew it would open soon. I may not know the time, but I knew when the IV fluids were gone, a nurse would come in and fill it back up again. I knew why, I didn't drink any fluids when I ate. The water didn't look sanitary, much like the food, but they would force feed me if I didn't eat and I didn't exactly want to be treated like some pathetic child. I knew it wasn't just fluids, but full of antibiotics and sure to-be illegal drugs.

And just like I predicted, I heard the clacking of heels on the hard, stone cold floor as a gentle knocked resounded through the door. I didn't say anything, what was there to say? I remained silent, hoping whoever had been assigned to give me today's 'medicine' would just go away. I wasn't in the mood to comply with the sweet nurses words of command.

The bolt unlocked; the loud clunk was music to my ears. Just imagine it; I could easily pin the nurse to the ground -they were weak little things- and then knock her out, then freedom could be mine. It could be that easy, of course.. I didn't know the inner workings of the asylum. They knocked my out and drugged me out when I first came here, I hardly remember it. No doubt there would be guards to drag me back into my cell, or even worse.

They could torture me. I heard they did that here, sometimes if no one behaved right. I didn't exactly want to confirm it either, all I heard was the screeches and screams of those who were once locked up like me, I heard them being dragged past my room. I watched through that small bar that was on the door as frantic eye's darted everywhere, trying to find an escape. Of course there wasn't one. I would have taken it the first time I saw one.

The door creaked open and the was bolted shut again, I quickly turned my head so that I wasn't looking towards the door. I wouldn't admit that I was actually craving to be given my medicine for the night- or the morning if that were the case. Drugs can do that to you, you know? I never knew that before, when I used to have a headache, my mother would warm me not to take too much of the pain killers we had, she said I might get addicted to them. But now, since I was on the same type of drug -and many others- almost every single day, they had gotten addicting and I knew I couldn't live without them. They kept me half-sane, I suppose.

I could feel a cold warm touch my already cold-enough cheek, as if caressing slightly.

"Sasuke-kun, are you awake?"

Oh... it was her. She's alright I suppose, she's nice to me; really. Despite the fact she fawns over me way too much. In any case; she's annoying. I know she's staring at the tray on the makeshift bedside table by the bed, pouting slightly in a disproving way.

"You didn't eat your food, Sasuke-kun. Something wrong with it?"

It's probably been dropped in the foulest of places, you stupid woman!

Yeah. That's what I wanted to say. I didn't of course; I don't speak to any of the nurses. Or rather, I try not to. I ignore them best I can, even if they have the one thing that makes me feel at the most, a little happy.

"I'm not hungry." well those words weren't true, but there was no way I was eating that shit.

She sighed. I think I forgot her name because I need to ask her something; she's picking up the tray now and I think she plans to leave straight after.

Without giving me what I crave.

"...is your name Ino?"

That better be right.

She seems to smile; it's a weird smile, crooked and sickly sweet. I hate those smiles; it's like telling me that they know something I don't, which I hate to admit is true and that just irks me.

"Ne, Sasuke-kun! You remembered!"

I don't reply to her.

"I'll be right back. Morphine should be here soon! Ja!"

And she's gone. Bolting the door shut behind her as she practically runs down the hall to fetch Morphine- which by the way I don't want nor need. I needed something better than that shit, although it did stop the hunger pains, which was good.

I hear soft tapping now and I thought it would be Ino again- with my Morphine.

The door is swung open and it slams against the wall. I flinch.

It is definitely not Ino.

I turn around to look at the newcomer; Ino wouldn't slam a door. That much I knew.

I stared down at creamy legs.

I raised an eyebrow and looked up into hard, emerald eyes. I gulped. Definitely not Ino. Her eye's were this weird blue color, too light in my opinion and she had this shiny blonde mop of hair. But this nurse; she had hard jade eyes that seemed to boar into my soul and body and she pale pink hair that lapped just above her firm shoulders. She looked... cold, all the nurses that looked after me were sweet and kind and although I appreciated it, it got extremely annoying at times and I couldn't understand why they would act like that. This girl though... she was different and I knew as she stared at me that I wouldn't be receiving any form of kindness from her.

She... made me feel.. almost scared.

"..sit up." her voice was cold; hell, everything about her seemed cold. I wouldn't surprised if her breath was like ice and then I let out a small cry as the needle that was stuck in my arm was wrenched out, replaced with a cotton bud as it soaked the blood up. I panted. That fucking hurt!

How dare she! Weren't nurses supposed to be kind! For God's sake, that was anything but!

I watched as she rummaged around in her nurse dress and pulled out a syringe, pressing it slightly so liquid spurted out and splattered to the stone floor but that wasn't what scared me. That needle was huge. No seriously. Long and huge. This was going to be painful; and then without warning it was in my arm; her pressing it down so all the liquid entered my veins and I calmed down considerately, although the pain was still there.

"You are off fluids for the rest of the week. They're making you drowsy." and she spared me one last glance she she excited the room, slamming the bulky door shut. I heard it bolt as her footsteps echoed away. I looked at my arm; the syringe still intact, she didn't take it out and now I wasn't even allowed any fluids? Oh well that just made my day. That nurse as creepy; she must be new, she didn't have any identification on, like all the other nurses.

I wondered what her name was. She was.. unusual. Despite her hair, I had never met anyone like that before. All the other nurses were so... kind and they fawned over me but her.. she didn't even ask how I was and she violated me by sticking a freakin' syringe into me so violently! No one had ever done that before.

I needed to know her name. She interested me, she wasn't like the rest with their sickly smiles and their sweet words or their touches of tenderness. She was surreal.

And I wanted to see her again. Tomorrow, no.

Today. I wanted to know her name today and right now because if she was cold and frozen; maybe she could relate to me?

Stupid thoughts, I know. I only just met her; and that was for about fifty seconds at the most but.. I was curious to know why she treated me that way. I just had to know. I was going to talk to her, next time. I made sure of it. I wanted to know everything about her; her deepest secrets and fears. This was new to me. I felt like I could talk to her without havng any problems whatsoever.

I wanted to know... because I knew she could help me.

Wow. That was gloomy and made no sense whatsoever. And yes, I know Sasuke's sudden obsession doesn't make any sense but come on: he's in an asylum of course he's going to be insane. Duh.

Asylum's are fun :)

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