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Own Little World
Chapter One: The Institution
By: Dead Walking Raccoon
Konoha's Mental Institution was not precisely in Kahoka. It was actually a mile or two away from the edges of the town, down a solitary road that never had many vehicles on it.
Any one taking the time to think about it, would guess it was out in the middle of no where so sociality didn't have to think that there were, indeed, people that couldn't fit into their little perfect lives. If there was a stain on the carpet, it would be easier to put a rug over it and deny knowing anything about it. That way they could pretend like it never existed. They didn't want to be reminded of the blemish to sociality.
The Institution was one of the best in the world, costly, but ranked in the top ten. There were not only people from Konoha. The inhabitants were from any town, from any family that could afford to send their 'loved' ones away. Sent them away to deny that they had such a stain to their family name.
The hallways and rooms of the building were white. A few rooms like the Entertainment Room having colored walls to make it seem more enjoyable and homey. Every room allowed for patients to enter was stripped of anything they could use to harm them selves or others around them. Medication was given once or twice a day depending on the person and their condition. Hourly doctors and nurses watched around the clock certain patients that could not be allowed to wonder freely like most.
A patient such as Sabaku Gaara.
At the tender age of six the boy had been sent, nine years ago. Sent by his father, the boy had been more then a handful for the medical staff. The boy didn't speak a word to the staff for over a year. They'd almost thought he was a mute.
After that point everything turned around. Instead of the frightened little boy, he became an aggressive and dangerous child. Medication was needed to calm him. For a while the nurses had put the pills in his food but he soon found out how they were sneaking his medicine into him. The boy was smart, no one could deny it. Nurses then tried to give them to Gaara so he could take them himself. When he refused, doctors took it upon themselves to inject it into him.
At age 9, Sabaku Gaara had put two doctors into the emergency room in Kahoka.
After that the employees had taken cautious actions. Gaara wasn't allowed to be alone with people or other patients. Giving the boy his medication was proceeded with guards present.
Gaara was the most dangerous patient at Konoha's Mental Institution to date. The boy showed more then enough reason to be feared when others annoyed him and had even almost killed one of the other patients.
Usually he was left in his solitary room. If he wasn't around others, how could he hurt them? He was just like the Institution its self. Ignored. He was the stain kept under the rug and ignored.
The doctors could do nothing to help or even attempt to help the boy. He talked now, but it was not to say 'Hi' or 'How is the weather?' He only said what was needed or to command the staff to get out of his room. No one touched him, no one talked to him, and he had no friends.
Around his 15th year alive, the staff came to a conclusion that could possibly help the young boy. Normal teenagers had friends there own age. Perhaps having a 'normal' person his own age would help him come out of his aggressive stage in life.
Why not advertise their cause, make a little money? They could find a high ranked family that would be willing to help for a good cause while also giving both groups a good name. An Institution willing to go the extra mile to help an unfortunate person and the family member that was willing to help.
Killing two birds with one stone, right?
It was decided. They would call the Hyuga family the next morning.
Yes, I am doing this because I don't know what to write for 'A Dangerous Game' at the moment. Plus, I've wanted to do a story where Gaara is more in his character. This chapter is so lame though. BUT next chapter will have Neji in it. Promise.
Not Beta-ed because I don't know where she is. (Insert Sad Face here)
The Story title came from a Song by Celldweller because I love their music.
Posted: June 6, 2006.