Hey ppl^_^ since my last GS story was an unfinished failure (If u wish to see my terrible first fic, go to my profile and find the story labelled "Sneaky!" but I would strongly advise u not to-_-) I decided to start a new one!

This was originally going to be a humour fic called "Jenna in anger management" but eventually I came up with a better idea. This is the result^^

Oh yes, I dun own Golden sun, if I did I would own both the games and it would have been made an anime series by now T_T if they can make Pokemon an anime why not Golden sun?!?! It has a story and characters that could take on Pokemon any day!! *Grumbles*

Anyhoo, onward to the story!

~*~

A young girl stalked down the long hallway, her face was a thin mask of anger.

-Stupid counsellor, what right did he have?!?! Placing me in this bloody
therapy program, he has no right! I refuse to stay in this overly
depressing lame excuse of a hospital!! –

It wasn't exactly a hospital to be truthful; it was "saint Kraden's
sanctuary for troubled abandon children" The word Children, was referred
as young teenagers, Parentless war orphans, overly abused, troubled
youths without families...

The young girl, Jenna stared disdainfully at the room she had been given,

"I hope you like it" one of the caretakers said, Jenna gave her a
distasted sniff; the woman was all smiles and cotton candy in her
opinion. Still, the room in itself wasn't a bad one, she decided as she
flung the door closed as she heard the caretaker call a final message

"Make sure you don't miss your first session tomorrow Jenna!"
Jenna made no reply, she stared around the room, it was fairly plain, the
walls, ceiling and floor where all white there was an oak closet to put
her clothes, the bed was large, and very comfortable, Jenna admitted as
she flopped onto it sighing in fatigue. It had been a long day, a long
depressing day.

-Well at least this place isn't practically broke, like the last one-
she thought to herself, remembering with a shudder the last orphanage she
had been placed in.

-They shouldn't allow orphanages to reach that level, placing children
in places like that, its wrong!, everything is so wrong, so unfair-

She could feel her anger rising again,

- Everything is so unfair!- the voice in her mind screamed again, she thought of the children she had known back at her old refuge, they had been much like her, from a family that couldn't afford and didn't want them, and they had been brought to a place that probably wasn't much better then their own homes.

She had the feeling again, she wanted to smash something, she was always angry. Always. Ever since... she looked around her room desperately, something, anything that would make it all go away. The memories, the pain, but most of all the unbearable anger. Which was why she was here. The counsellors seemed to come to think it was dangerous for her to remain at the orphanage in her state, they had sent her here, where she could receive "professional help"

And suddenly, all the anger was gone. It seemed to seep away under the weariness, she was so tired, her head dropped lazily to her blissfully soft pillow and she fell asleep.

~*~

Ivan stared up at the blank, white ceiling, he was too afraid to sleep. If he slept, it would all come back, that terrible nightmare that was his father, looming over him in a towering rage, His father, whom every passing night, would take all his anger and grief out on him. Ivan didn't know where all the anger came from; he and his father had never been very close. For some reason though, he seemed to think that as a good excuse to beat him. Every night.

He shivered, after all the years he had dealt with his father, he had always believed those harsh words, they had, after all come from his father, his guardian, who else would know him better then his father? Through the years he had come to believe that he deserved every blow he received, that he had no right to be alive.

He curled himself into a ball and tried not to let sleep come

- I don't want to go back to that place- he thought quivering in fear. That was where sleep took him, every night. Back to that small dirty room, that small dark corner, where there was no escaping the pain, no escaping those words that cut through him like knives.

That was why he had been taken away. That was why he was here. No matter how many times the Counsellors tried to tell him it wasn't his fault, he wouldn't believe them.

That was why they brought him here.

- I deserved it all, it was all my fault, do I even know what? - He could no longer fight the sleep that was taking him.

No! Please no! Anywhere but there!- but his pleas did no good, he drifted into sleep, and into the nightmare. The never ending Nightmare.

~*~

Sheba grinned in delight as she saw her new room,

"Oh its so...so... white!" she smiled broadly, she bounded into her room,

"And don't worry I wont forget about tomorrow!" she said smiling as she closed the doors. Sheba knew perfectly well why she was here... But she would rather not think about it, she was here now, and she would get the help she needed. She didn't have to dig up all that pain again, at least not until tomorrow.

"Then I'll meet the others in my group too" she said to herself with a smile. "I cant wait to meet them, of course I'll have to be careful of what I say, caretaker Marie says so, some of them might not like it if I were too loud or too bouncy or..."

A small frown appeared on her small face, she was talking to herself again. She knew it wasn't normal, the kids at her school used to laugh at her because of it. Sheba did a number of things that weren't to be considered normal, she had overheard her psychiatrist telling her doctor it was due to a terrible accident she had been in, she couldn't remember it, all she had was a vague memory of watching as a familiar seeming car drove away, leaving her alone.

-Alone-...She shivered, she didn't like to be alone for too long... Suddenly
the room was too quiet. She jumped onto her bed, closing her eyes tight,
shutting it out.

Don't leave me alone! Please please don't leave me!!! -
A few tears leaked out of her closed eyes and down her cheek.

Please... not alone... please...anything but alone... -

Eventually her silent crying fell into sleep.

By the next day she wouldn't remember. Wouldn't remember remembering.

~*~

Mia didn't like plain white rooms; they too much resembled the rooms in
the hospital.

Mia hated hospitals. She didn't hate doctors; she knew they where just
doing their jobs, but she didn't like being around them, doctors,
hospitals. That would have been the last thing her mother had seen.

After the deaths of her brothers Justin and Alex, and then sister Megan,
her mother had grown weaker and weaker, until her body started to fail
her, and she became seriously ill.

Mia didn't blame her mother for the illness; she knew she had been
doing all she could to keep going for her daughter. But it had all been
too much.

Her father her brother and then her sister. It had only been a matter of
time until her mother was taken too. But why hands she died too?

-Why?, why didn't I die too? Why was I spared?-

She brushed a few strands of blue hair off her face as she lay.

"Tomorrow" she muttered, "tomorrow it will all start again"

Tomorrow she would attempt to rebuild her life.

~*~

"Follow me, I'll take you to your room"

Garet silently followed the old caretaker man, taking in his
surroundings.

It was a pleasant place, it had a neat organised look to it, the central
area, where people where signed in, was small, it was roughly the size of
a large bedroom, a desk up the back where a kind faced man signed in new
patients. They came into another room where there were a few doors along
the sides and an elevator down the end, on the second floor they
encountered a long hallway with yet more doors, each with a number on it.
These probably led to patient's rooms

. Finally they came to a door with the number 67 on it, the caretaker man
opened it for him.

It was a plain white room with no more furnishings then a bed and a closet. This suited him fine; it was better then what he had grown up with.

- Tomorrow... Tomorrow I suppose I'll have to go to that meeting thing - he thought to himself as he sat on his bed and stared at the wall.

- And Then? I wonder how long they plan to keep me here, where will I go when I leave?-

Garet had never really lived anywhere. Well, he used to live in an orphanage, but it had been a terrible place and he had ran away before he could discover what it was that seemed to break those children's spirits. He had speculated over it many times, but had come to the conclusion that he was happier not knowing.

Perhaps by the time they let him go he would be old enough to get a job...

He would worry about all that tomorrow, now he was tired and needed some sleep.

~*~

Isaac strolled carelessly down the hall to his room; he had assured the
caretakers he would be able to find it on his own. He had been in many
places like this before and had come to learn they were all the same.

13, 14, 15... -

He counted mentally as he walked passed the doors, he wondered who was in them.

17, 18, 19 -
He opened the door, a plain white room with nothing more then a bed and
closet to fill it. It was simple, that was fine, and he had no real
need for possessions.

He walked over to the bed and lay down, staring at the ceiling.

Tomorrow...-

He closed his eyes, sometimes sleep found him quickly; sometimes he hardly slept at all. But it wasn't important.

Nothing was.

Sleep found him.

~*~

Yeah... Kinda lame I know ^_^;; just 2 let u know, I wont be doing the whole fic from everyone's perspective, its mainly gonna be Mia, and sometimes maybe Jenna or Isaac. I just wanted to introduce them all in this way. Hope u liked it! Next chapter will come soon... hopefully^_^