No one had seen her in months. As soon as all of the Club members graduated, she had gone missing. Even Kyoya had failed to track her down. Everyone searched for months, but eventually gave up. Tamaki ended up so depressed, he ended up in a mental hospital ironically financed by the Ootori family.
The twins soon followed, but for another reason. Kaoru had horrible separation issues and Hikaru had violent tendencies. Both had PTSD, however.
Honey, Mori and Kyoya would often visit them, but they all knew they couldn't help. They knew the only cure was bringing back their beloved natural- Haruhi Fujioka.
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She walked off of the campus for a final time. She had maintained a flawless record, and yet it still wasn't enough to make the school happy. The university had given her unneeded anxiety problems related and unrelated to academics, and being expelled made her feel even worse.
Attending that particular college wasn't her decision. Something had happened at Ouran Highschool on her senior year her brain wouldn't allow her to remember. It annoyed her, but she couldn't do much about it. She fell off the place of the planet because of it, she recalled, even leaving her dad in the dark.
She had never felt so alone in her life. Even her mom's funeral never left an impression like this on her. She had lost her friends, she had lost her family, and her school.
She stumbled into her apartment and crashed on the couch. It wasn't like her to be worried. After all, she's the sarcastic, normal "commoner" the Host Club treasured, right? Whatever happened her senior year broke that. She was still sarcastic, but she felt like a hollow corpse. She had nothing. It was worse than pre-Club days at Ouran Highschool.
Tears? she thought, touching her cheek. Definitely not a contact.
She bounced off the couch. C'mon, Haruhi! Pull yourself together!
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Haruhi woke up in a hospital. She had never done anything so idiotic and selfish, and hated herself even more for it. Her brown eyes shifted to a nurse and an officer in the room.
"Miss Fujioka?" the nurse spoke.
"Yeah?" was her nonchalant response.
"I'm here to do a mental evaluation on you."
"Great," Haruhi moaned with an eyeroll.
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She had failed art, music, gym, and got expelled from college. Another got added to the list: mental. She was promptly sent to the Ootori Mental Hospital.
You may have assumed she moved overseas, but she couldn't afford a ferry ride or a plane ticket. She moved to a well populated city in Japan. The Ootori Hospital was only an hour car trip away.
The funny thing is, she was never given the name of the place she was being transported to. She didn't pay attention to the signs greeting those who were passing by or being admitted there, either.
The Ootori Mental Hospital wasn't what most mental wards looked like. It was a big house with a fence, giving it a homey feel. There were other buildings, but they looked more like warehouses. It was humble for an Ootori establishment.
She walked in the doors, being watched like a hawk by the officer who escorted her. He handed the person at the front desk the file.
"Haruhi Fujioka?" they read.
She nodded, feeling quite embarrassed.
"Welcome to the Ootori Mental Hospital."
Her breath hitched in her throat. Ootori?
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Sorry if it's a bit rushed! This is my first Ouran fic, by the way! Please review, comment, and favorite if you deem it worthy!
Inspiration for this you may ask? This may sound cliché or stupid, but I had a dream about it.
Also: never been to a mental hospital. Making my own rules. DON'T KILL ME!
Thanks for reading!
-Twiz