I told myself I wouldn't but, here is the third (And final, I promise!) installment of The Schizophrenic's Daughter! I'll thank people as I go alone, as not to spoil anything!

The relentless chatter was interrupted not by Miss Maken's attempt at teaching a Biology lesson, but the vice principal saying he had to talk to her. Once it was done, Miss Maken nodded and the vice principal spoke to someone in the hall as she addressed the class. "We're going to be getting a new student today, so I want you all to make her feel welcome. We don't want a repeat of last time." There were some comments from some of the students, laughter mostly. On that note, a girl entered the room, her raven-coloured hair cut at chin level and at an angle, shorter in the back than the front. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, as if she weren't quite comfortable to being in her own body. "Breanna, you can go sit at the back table there."

The lone boy at said table looked up from his notebook, a piece of his blonde hair falling in front of his eye. Why did she have to sit there? He was fine alone. He preferred it, actually. But the girl walked over anyway- rather awkwardly if you really looked- and took a seat. Her hands stayed active, her fists clenching and unclenching. The boy stole a glance at her, but kept it to that.

"You're very good." Her voice was low both in pitch and volume. "The drawing, I mean." He looked at the sketch of skulls and random swirls of black in the notebook.

He finally looked up at her, and he saw her shockingly blue eyes fixed on the the pencil marks. "Thanks." He wanted her to shut up. To leave before he said something stupid.

But this strange girl didn't stop there. "My father's an artist. Your style reminds me of his."

He didn't really have much to say, so he said the only thing that came to his mind. "My name's West."

He hated his name, but Breanna smiled. "Pleasure."

She'd been so close to calling herself the wrong name. It sounds odd, but she had good reason. She'd known herself as B for so long, she sometimes forgot that she even had a full name. She hadn't been back in her body for two weeks. It was a frightening experience to have been transferred to and from a machine. And when she'd regained her memories, her systems had shut down from the overload of information and emotional pain. But she'd refused to die. And her father had risked everything to get her back.

Breanna couldn't stop thinking about West for the rest of the day. Of all the new things she'd seen, he was the one thing that stuck in her head. Things were so different from the last time she'd been a student. If there was one thing she loved, it was her little silver iPod, a welcome back gift from her grandfather. She put in the earphones and began playing a song she hadn't heard in a long time.

"You're asking me will my love grow,

I don't know, I don't know.

Stick around, and it may show,

But I don't know, I don't know."

She stepped off the bus and began her trek home. It was late in the school year, the calenders all reading May. But she had no trouble keeping up with the classes. Her eyes moved to the sky and she smiled. That beautiful sky. To see it with her natural eyes was alluring in every way.

Doug was in his room when she got home. They were staying at her grandparents' house until they could afford one of their own. She stayed in her mother's old room, careful not to touch anything. It had been left just the way it was the day she died- the day Breanna was born. Though she'd never say it out loud, she'd always felt responsible for it. Although, she couldn't have decided to be born. It just happened.

But she didn't want to think about that. She put her backpack on the floor and entered the guest room. "Hey, Daddy."

Doug looked up from his art pad and smiled. "How was your first day back?" She explained everything that happened, not because it was interesting, but because she knew he loved hearing her voice after the long years it had been altered by technology. "Any homework?"

Breanna nodded. "A little. I should be done within an hour, though."

The work was easy. It was easy, but she hated doing it. She thought back to the days she used to love science, to feel it was the only thing that mattered in the word, the only thing that could never betray her. She'd given up everything for it. But now that she saw how much it could ruin lives, she'd lost all faith in it. She'd come out of that AI a different person.

The sound of a melody penetrated the door, and, curious, she set her book down and went downstairs to investigate. There she saw her father at the old grand piano, playing out a simple tune. Without a word, she sat on the bench beside him and played a piece she remembered from a long time ago. Doug recognised the song right away and sang quietly along.

"Oh, my love

My darling,

I've hungered for your touch

A long, lonely time"

Breanna picked up where he left off seamlessly.

"And time goes by

So slowly

And time can do so much

Are you still mine?..."

When the song was over, Doug pulled her to him. It was perfect. It was what he'd wanted for so long. Her sweet alto voice seemed to hang in the air, and he longed for it to stay there forever. "Breanna..." He said her name just to feel it on his lips. For thirty-three years he couldn't call her that. To be able to say that name, to see that face that looked so much like her mother's was all he needed. If he were to die right then, his only worry would be for her, how she would cope.

His memory often went back to their days being held captive at Aperture. It had been Hell on Earth, the first two years especially. The first two years, he was alone. He had been ready to give up. To turn himself in to her, but it was as if fate had wanted to rescue him. He'd found his daughter, even if she hadn't found herself.

But that was the past. He'd abandoned his late uncle's facility. The only reason he'd returned was for Breanna- to put her back in her body. And he'd made a vow that he would never go back again.

Not if his life depended on it.

The songs are Something and Unchained Melody. AKA Not mine. So, no copyright stuff.