Hey everyone! This story is going to be mainly in Lissa's POV, but there will be some Rose POVs.

Normal characters are included (I don't want to say their names in case some people like the surprise). Be warned, Lissa starts off with a personality of a royal moroi at the beginning.

Lissa/Christian pairings and Rose/ Dimitri pairings.

Summary: ALL HUMAN. Lissa has been sent to St. Vladimirs Boarding School for Therapeutic Needs. Here she will come across new friends and romance will blossom. But, there is something sinister in the walls of St. Vlad's and when strange things start happening, Lissa realises St. Vlad's isn't as safe as she thought.

The characters belong to the amazing Richelle Mead.

L POV

I don't even try to be polite as I'm being taken to my bedroom. I think they must be used to that though as my bad mood isn't acknowledged by Guardian Whatever-His-Name-Is, and that annoys me because something tells me they have been trained to act this way when kids are "uncooperative" which would have been fine if it weren't happening to me since I don't deserve it. I'm not one of those wild crazy kids who are drug addicts or have violence issues. I'm normal. Normal with a tiny flaw, so tiny that it shouldn't mean I have to end up here. Urgh, but I am here. And it won't be fun.

My guardian stops in front of door number 48 and opens it. "This is your room." He says, Russian tinting his America accent. Both he and I walk into an empty looking room with a single bed in the far corner. Everything is white; the walls, the carpet, the furniture. The only window in the room has a number of bars on the outside of it. It's like friggen prison. I see another door on the other side of the room and my heart literally cries with happiness; an ensuite bathroom. In the midst of everything, I had forgotten that every room has an ensuite. I know it doesn't sound like anything exciting but it would be the only place for solitude I could get. It was St. Vladimir's policy that every student has a guardian with them 24/7. This is just for caution, in case someone tries to do a runner or has snuck alcohol in or something that's against the school recovery program. I guess I was one of the lucky ones; I only had two guardians—one during the day and one during the night—but I was informed that some of the most serious cases in the school get up to five. I drop my bag and go to inspect it.

It was at the moment my eyes hit the vinyl floor that I felt my heart start to cry again. But this time, in utmost horror. It's cramped—and, surprise, all white— with a dingy looking toilet, a sink and a shower. That's it. Oh wait, no, there's a rug to step out of the shower onto. Whoopee. It's the bathroom version of a ghost town. No place to put my toothbrush, nothing to hang the toilet paper on, there's not even a shower curtain.

"Is everything alright in there, Miss?" My guardian calls out. My anger swirls into a huge ball inside of me and almost feel like passing out from so much fury. Ha. Maybe they should have put me in the anger management department.

"What is this?" It comes out as a demented whisper.

"Your bathroom, Miss."

"Where is everything? Why isn't there—There's no mirror!" I hold onto the wall for support.

"A mirror violated the St. Vladimir's Policy of Students' Safe Wellbeing, Miss. If having no mirror bothers you so much, you may ask for some mirror tape." He paused and took a—so help me – amused pause. "Any other objects that could have been classified to be used to harm you or any other have never set foot in this building. Your room is identical to any other student here so do not feel it is personal."

His words were making me feel physically sick, as was his calm, authoritative tone. I think he added the politeness just to piss me off some more. And to make things worse, I felt angry tears building up, threatening to come out. Great.

I give an outraged shriek and slam the bathroom door close; I need some space to collect myself. Only the door swings open again. Perhaps I banged the door so hard that it bounced back open. I close the door again, more gently this time, and put my hand down for the key to lock it. Except, the door bounces back open again and the key is not in the keyhole. The door bounces open again probably because of crappy hinges. The key is not in the keyhole because there is no keyhole.

"Where's the lock on this thing?" I ask my guardian. He flicks his chin high hair out of his eyes.

"There is no lock."

"How do I… use the bathroom then?"

"I hope you have been taught how to use a bathroom, Miss." His brown eyes sparkle.

"Of course… but there's no lock…"

"A lock violates the St. Vladimir's Policy of Protection, Miss."

"But, the door won't stay closed. I need a lock." The desperation in my voice is embarrassing.

"The door has to be at least 2 inches open at all times when you are in the bathroom, it's under St. Vladimir's Policy of—"

"No!" I scream. This is not right. It should be mandatory that there's a lock on every bathroom door. How does he expect me to shower naked with the door open? Unless this is a load of bull and Guardian Pedo just wants an eye full.

As I'm having this frightful reverie of how unclean and constipated I will be in the future, Guardian Pedo speaks up again.

"It is for your safety. You will be given your privacy in there but it is required for the door to be open if there are any emergencies." He gave me a look of warning.

Oh. It dawned on me. I knew what he meant by "emergencies", it was in case anyone tries to commit suicide or drown themselves. Oh.

"Let's go down to the dining hall; dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes. In the meantime, you can make some friends." My Guardian had pity in his voice. Whether it was for having no lock or making new friends, I don't know.

The acceptance of this new life ahead of me was hard to swallow down on. Here I was in a totally new environment with new rules and no friends. There was one thing I did know though; this path to my future will certainly not be an experience I'll ever forget.

Ah so here it is! First chapter. I know it wasn't very exciting but this chapter was purely to let you begin to know what kind of life Lissa is going to have to live in. The next chapter will be about Lissa meeting some of the "crazy", she claims, people in St. Vlad's. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! You get a cookie :) Also, did anyone pick up on who the guardian was…hmmm.