Therapy for the Unstable

Summary:

Kairi, Sora, Riku, Namine, Roxas, Terra, Aqua, Xion, and Axel

The cold, oblivious, drunk, bitchy, loathing, high, drunk, depressed, and the crazy pyro,

The last thing they'd ever want to deal with is the crazy, cussing, Doctor Cid.

Jamie: To be quite honest... i have the hardest time starting and finishing anything... so this chapter alone, was incredible on my part. I really hope you like it. I got it going and i assure you that the next chapter will definitely be a lot smoother.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or kingdom hearts in general… i do, however, own this story. enjoyy

Kairi Romeo: Hi, My Name is Crazy

"This is for your own good."

…

Silence.

If this was for my own good, then id like to see something that was against my will. That's exactly what I'm waiting for. For some greater being who is looking down on me to take my life into his hands and do me the favor of saving this women before I lunge at her.

"I know you are upset, but this is for your own good. Things will get better and you'll thank me for this."

…

Silence.

I wont thank her for anything but my cell phone.

"You can't freeze me out Kairi, you know that I love you and I just want you to get better… We can fix this."

This was nothing but war between me and the world. Icy and sharp, not letting my tone or my eyes show anything but the anger and frustration that was buried much deeper than my skin, I glared through the front windshield.

I was sitting as still as I could and just avoiding the only contact my mother was attempting to make with me, which was basically just trying to use her similar green eyes to apologize. As if eye contact would heal everything, nothing was going to heal how much anger was boiling inside of me.

Her red curls were neatly kept in a bun and out of her face for once. Good for her, at least she can clean herself up when she wants to. The car was parked in front of a large, glass building. It seemed more the home of a big corporation than it would the home of 'that place you send your kids when you just don't know what to do with them anymore.' It was insane.

Maybe I really did belong here.

I was wearing my favorite red shirt and baggy sweat, my dark, auburn hair thrown around and eyeliner dark, defining my emerald eyes. But they were hidden behind my aviators, gold, just to reassure me the power i really had. I was pierced and tattooed and my mother was crazy, just wondering how did she end up here.

She should be wondering how the hell could she afford this with the way she tossed her money around.

The large sign above the doors read 'Twilight Shelf'.

How welcoming, I was being put on a shelf so that my own mother wouldn't have to deal with my issues.

"Kairi… I know you may be upset, but you are attending this class for the summer and there is nothing you can do to get out of it."

I chortled a laugh, my heat flashes were returning and I began to feel immensely hot and suffocated in this car, "When I turn 18, I assure you, the moment I get my legal rights to freedom, you will never see me again."

"You're going to run away because I'm trying to fix you?"

I laughed loudly. Roughly running my fingers through my natural red hair, it was as if she just couldn't hear herself? She didn't sound sorry, or anything related to remorse. She sounded like I was a broken porcelain doll and she was sending me to a work shop to be taped back together.

This woman was out of her mind.

"I'm not broken, there's nothing to fix, and this whole thing is ridiculous. Why cant you see that?" I didn't saying anything more than that because the hint of desperation was breaking out of my voice.

That was my mother.

Oblivious and nonchalant about anything and everything that involved someone other than herself.

My auburn hair was shielding my face from her eyes, it was unkempt and I didn't make any effort to fix it.

"There's something wrong with you Kairi… and I'm just looking out for your best interest. Is that so wrong?"

"Fuck you."

I stepped outside the car, slamming the door behind me to end my cold and detached statement. I didn't even bother to look back to my mother who was probably shaking her head helplessly watching my retreating figure.

'Class'

This wasn't class, this was therapy.

For the mentally unstable, and supposed 'crazy' teens.

I was getting unneeded help, for a problem I didn't have, in a place that was creeping me the fuck out and hating it. I glanced over my shoulder to see my mom still parked in the car looking down at her lap. She was shaking her head, I turned away before I had the nerve to storm back there to scream and scream.

Standing on the concrete courtyard in front of the building, which was towering over my head, I was tempted to just leave. Before anything was able to stop me from leaving, I could just leave.

I felt my shoulder slam into another shoulder, and blonde hair was intertwined with my red in my line of vision.

"Watch where you're going," I snapped.

"I'm sorry, was I the one walking with my head in a different direction? No, I was looking where I was going."

"Yeah? Then how did you manage to ram into me?" Before she had the chance to say anything I rolled my eyes, "Exactly, save your breath. Next time, if you want to make some smart ass comeback, you should write it down on your hand or something, that'll save you some brainpower."

The blonde rolled her eyes in return, and stomped off into the girls restrooms. Not without making another shove against my shoulder.

"Bitch," I murmured under my breath, her ice cold blue eyes caught me as she slipped inside the bathroom. I hoped that was the only bathroom, outside the building. What kind of place would this be if their patients could escape so easily.

3 minutes and I've already confronted another girl with the same attitude issue as me. Fan-fucking- tastic. I could already tell that this was going to be the worse experience of my life.

I was now actually stepping inside the building, the place was white.

"Miss… I'm going to need you to place your purse on the tray and walk through the gate."

I stared at the tall male gesturing for me to walk through, I nodded dropping my purse onto the tray, like he instructed, and then cautiously walked through the metal looking gate like you see in the airports.

What the hell?

Beep beep beep

I looked at the tall male irritated, he shrugged, holding back a smile, probably at the annoyance written all over my face.

"Are you wearing metal?"

"It would've come off if you asked me to remove it beforehand," I retorted in my best matter-of-factly tone. Because it was true. What did he expect? Me to be a genius and just assume everything? I was smart not physic.

He shook his head, "Please remove all metal," he tried again. I made my best effort to clang all the change falling out of my pocket onto the tray. Dumping my cell phone, my keys, and my ring from off my fingers and everything else I could find.

The man looked at my face carefully, and pointed at my lips.

I removed my sunglasses, only to walk through the gate, he seemed startled once he had a good look at my eyes. The moment i stepped on the other side, the sunglasses slipped right back onto my face.

"Their called spider bites and I have a silver rod pierced through my tongue too. But I can promise that I wont remove them just to stab someone."

He laughed to himself, "I could only hope."

"You know youre inside right?"

"Thank you captain obvious, but i think i can handle myself just fine."

He waved me through the gate once more and handed me my purse, "Good luck."

I know ill need it.

I didn't verbally reply, partially because the way he had said those two words sounded more like an insult than any kind of warning.

Inside my head, I was recalling all the rehab places celebrities went to. Check in and out in a day and then they were done. I looked around as a visual reminder that I cant have too many mental conversations with myself because people were taking a look at me.

What the hell were they even looking at anyway?

I checked into a mirror hanging up on the white walls, it was hard to find my way around with the marble floors leading into different hallways that differed in no ways.

"Hi… I'm checking in for the next class at 7pm?"

"The…" Scanning her computer screen, the lady tapped her chin, the glasses falling slight down the tip of her nose, "next class… oh…"

"Yeah. Oh." She avoided my glare and typed and clicked away on her keyboard. Unfortunately, I was too aggravated to wait, "Ill be in that class, am I supposed to sign in somewhere or something?" The lady behind the desk had short hair that was in a swaying bob, her brown eyes didn't soften to my attitude, instead sliding a clipboard across the table.

"This'll be a two hour class, id advise your patience to be a little more…" she paused, she had to be my age, if not a year or two older, "…patient."

"You read the screen, right? I'm not here for anger management class, Patience isn't a top priority."

"I checked the screen and you're here for a number of things. Collect yourself and sit down until we call you in, it's group so… you'll need some patience if you want to survive here."

"Yuffie is it?" I mumbled, seeing the nametag decorated in camo attached to her scrub shirt. Dressed like a nurse, and I was the patient. This was going to be a long night, I could only imagine the people I would have to see here, "mind your own business."

This sheet shouldn't be too hard to sign, name, age, blah, blah, and blah.

Kairi Romeo, 17, blah blah blah

As I sat down, I was already done with half of the clipboard, and when I did finish and return the clipboard, she didn't say or look at me with the same look shed given me before. The people I was surrounded by all kept to themselves as well. It was more comforting to me, knowing the people here didn't want to be here. I glanced around. So the 'waiting room' had a dark navy blue carpet incased with white walls. It was a typical square of a room, just very big and seats filled the majority of the space. Chairs lined up against the back, front, and side walls, then 3 rows of 5 seats were place in straight lines.

In the farthest corner, the 'friendly', I'm saying this in the most sarcastic tone possible, blonde I encountered in front of the bathrooms was sitting and reading something to herself. She didn't look as bitter now that I she wasn't being bitched at by me. Id give her that much.

I sat quietly next to the window, next to Yuffie's desk away from everyone else. I could see from my seat there were eight others attempting to occupy themselves. The blonde was several seats away from a dark haired girl, listening to music. Her expression was soft, but grim and sad. A lot like mine but without the anger slashed into her eyes.

In the center, first row from where I was sitting, was a silver haired, buff guy who was flipping through a magazine. Cars? Figures. That or some sports issue, he was undoubtedly engrossed in the print in front of his eyes then the people around him.

I adverted my eyes to another part of the room, there was another blonde, but a boy, whose eyes were closed, head tilted back, but his fingers were drumming against his pant leg, showing he was awake.

There was a pretty blue haired, blue eyed girl who was texting, she seemed harmless, carefree, like she didnt mind to be here.

The brunette who was closest to her, but farthest from me, who was very good looking. His hair was slicked back into a spiky fashion tha showed off the annoyed look on his face.

The final one who caught my idea was holding onto a lighter, his knuckles were turning white, I assumed by how tight he was gripping this lighter. His flaming head of hair was slick back into a mane. He eyed me, giving me the 'nod', and winked.

Disgusted I flipped him off, not that he was ugly, but I knew his type.

All too well

That would make eight people in this room all here possibly for the same reason?

I didn't give a damn.

I had seconds left if I wanted to beat it. I sure as hell didn't want to sit around to see them try to round us up and play nice with each other, I already had a taste of some innocent blonde, with venom in her words.

I stood up abruptly, only the blonde boy with the ear phones in took notice, but what the hell was he going to do. My brown leather purse hung loosely at my side, expensive shit clung at my waist.

I sighed, as I turned, I felt my face smack into a softer version of a wall.

Well, softer being a carefully chosen word.

I glanced up, from the ground, my eyes staring deep into ocean blue eyes, which had a glint of amusement as he stuck his hand out to help me up. Not that he was really that cute… or id admit it. I slapped it away.

"Excuse you…"

"Actually, its 'excuse me'."

I rolled my eyes pushing myself up from the floor, "You're excused."

He chuckled, "Thanks I guess… Sora, and you are?" He pushed his hand at me for a handshake, what's with him, was another rejection really called for? Yes. Yes it was.

"Not interested."

"I asked for your name, not to have sex with you."

I studied him carefully behind my shades, he seemed like that kind of kid who would assume that if nothing was hanging between my legs, id want him in bed. If so, he was sadly mistaken. He looked as though he were studying deep into my soul, but the only thing he was staring into, was his own reflection.

"I'm sure it was clear for both of those 'casual suggestions', that I'm not interested, now if you don't mind," I pushed him aside slightly, to make my exit through the glass sliding doors. I hated the people in this room who were looking at me and I hated the people who weren't even more.

"Kairi Romeo, you seem in a rush to excuse yourself right out of this class."

I turned to see someone stepping outside of secluded room, his bleached hair was scruffy and so was his 12 o'clock shadow, "Yeah, I've got better things to do."

"better things than this class? I'm sure this class cost more than you're house and car put together, and I highly doubt you'll be throwing this away?" I laughed, this guy had some nerve to call me out in front of a room full of strangers. He also had the nerve to be saying things he had no right to be talking about.

"Class is just about to start, haul your ass inside."

"Whoever gave you the idea that it is okay to talk to anyone like that is sadly mistaken," I glared.

"you're the one that signed up, Kairi," I glanced around, no one else seemed to be jumping up for this class, so who was I to be any different, "You are halfway out the door, come on over, I'm Cid, you're new fucking godfather."

The man had a toothpick wedged between his lips, and I was supposed to take him seriously. That was funny.

I turned to leave, but the brunette boy who was very well built and tall enough to stop me without physical effort stood in my way.

"Move."

The guy with the annoying grin didn't budge, definitely enjoying his place between me and my steps to fresh air. Of course id have to cross another annoying path by the gates of hi-tech metal detectors, but that would be worth it to just get out.

The goofy, cocky, arrogant grin didn't falter, as its spotlight was still on me, his blue eyes were vibrant, almost as vibrant as my own.

"Have a seat Miss Romeo, you have a long class ahead of you."