AN: Heyy. So, this is something I thought up and really could NOT get it out of my mind until I had this chapter down. This is really a rough copy of how the story will be. I just want to see what you guys think of it through your reviews and what not. So please, tell me what you think of it. Whether or not to keep going.

This is a darker Dasey and, it will get there eventually.

I'm not giving up on Look of Love. No worries. I'm just breaking from it till I get all these jumbled thoughts of this one out of my head.

Disclaimer: My brother just reminded me to make sure y'all knew "I do not own these characters!" So. There you have it. I don't.

Hopefully, you'll enjoy!
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Everything about this place scared him. But he knew, after talking to Lizzie, that he couldn't abandon Casey here. Not in a place like this. Not after 2 years.

His footsteps echoed down the hall and he went back to the day his family's life changed. The day Casey broke.

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"Hi, Mr. Venturi?"

"No, this is his son, Derek. My dad isn't here."

"Oh, Derek, this is Sheriff Wallis. There's been an accident.."

He froze. He knew that the MacDonald side of his family should have been back almost 3 hours ago but he supposed they had gotten caught in traffic. Not this. Never this.

"What happened?"

"They were at the intersection of Woodcot and Crystal. Witnesses claim that the vehicle that impacted their car ran the light, and after further investigation, the police found the driver was under the influence."

"But.. How are they?" Derek felt sick. As much as he pretended, he cared about this family.

"The drunk driver was killed on initial impact, and your family was transported to the hospital by helicopter."

"Did they make it?" Derek heard the hesitation in Sheriff Wallis's voice as he spoke.

"Derek.. I think it's best I talk to--"
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"Mr Venturi? Ms. MacDonald's doctor will see you now." The secretary stood, smiling at him.

As he shook his head trying to block out all thoughts, he nervously smiled. The plastic, white chair he sat on squeaked under him as he got up, breaking the silence. Several patients sitting at tables looked up at him with a surprised look, as though realizing for the first time there were other people in the room. He was led to a slightly open door, and the nerves in his stomach were wracking against his body.

"Ah, Mr. Venturi! So nice to finally meet you." The man in the lab coat stood, beckoning Derek to sit in another white chair. He rolled his eyes Everything is white here isn't it?

"Please, call me Derek. Dr.."

"Brutka. I was informed you'd like to discuss Ms. Casey MacDonald. Is that correct?"

"Uh, yeah. I was hoping I could take her home with me. Her family and I think it would be best now. We've given her time here and--"

"I completely understand, but reviewing her files again, the hospital think it's best to keep her under strict supervision. We've barely made any headway with her condition."

"And..what exactly is her condition? In..my language? I mean, my dad knows but he doesn't like to talk about it. That and I try not to hear it." He forced a light smile out.

"Well, Derek, she's put herself in a catatonic state."

Derek's body went cold.
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AN: Once again, this is short for a reason. I just want y'all to get a taste of it. Soo. Reviews? I'm gonna feed off what y'all say.