My name is Anneliese Nin James. But you can call me Nin for short. I am twenty-one years old, and I am part of a civil rights group. We were donated a lot of money a few months ago, and it has payed off. We are freeing psychopath patients at a so-called 'hospital'. They have wrongly accused people for insanity, bipolarism, ADD, and many other false sicknesses. Some of the people are very young, some are very old, but very few of the patients are without help. Friends, Family, and loved ones from all over have swarmed to the release for their the ones they care about. And after it is all over, I frown. Three children without families for them are taken to foster care. An old woman is taken by force to go to a retirement home. And a middle aged man runs into the liquor store. I also see many young people, too old for foster care and too young for retirement homes or to even drink. Stuck between being a kid and being an adult.
"Hello, my name is Anneliese James. I'm part of the group who worked hard for months to let you go." I greeted, walking over to some of them. "Why?" I heard one of the former patients ask. "It was in our evidence, and decided in court, that they were wrongly accusing people and placing them in their hospital." I explained, with a smile on my face. "Thanks." I heard someone say. "If you need a place to stay our group has a shelter that allows three people to a room with two meals a day and three showers a week." I invited, gesturing to the bus of my rights group. "I'm in charge of the social relations department, which is just me and another worker. Haha!" I chuckled. I saw several of the patients start to scatter, and I saw seven climb onto the bus. One of them was waiting, though, standing in front of the doorway to the bus. He had insanely strange colored hair, as many of them did. It was like a cold purple.
I hurried over to the bus, "It's free you know." I joked, brushing past him and getting onto the bus. I gasped when I saw his face. His eyes were such a strange blue. Like they were made of some time of endless blue void. "I know. I was just waiting." His voice was just as strange. It was mysterious and calm. "For what?" I wondered allowed. "You." I heard him barely whisper as he walked past me and find a seat next to a blonde male who had also been a former patient. I shrugged off the scary presence and sat in my seat at the front, and chatted with my fellow workers, who were quite pleased with our work. "Oh Nin, I'm so glad with worked out!" My best friend and coworker in social relations, Kendra Sefie, sighed in triumph. "I know, and we picked up a few of the former patients." I nodded in agreement. "I think they were all in the same housing wing." Kendra noted, seeing how they all seemed to be sitting next to each other. "No I don't think red headed one was in the pyro-obsessed wing, and I'm sure that the short blonde one was in the ADD wing. I think they're just close to each other since they're finally out and they don't know anyone." I examined.
"And that's why you're in charge of our section!" She patted me on the back. It was a short trip to the building, and I grouped the former patients together, "Alright wee need your names and ages, please. No pictures though, don't worry." I smiled, looking at my clipboard the whole time. "I'm Demyx. I'm eighteen." The blonde who was sitting next to the strange male with the intense blue eyes said, barely looking up. "Nineteen, the name's Axel. A-X-E-L, got it-" "Axel I think she gets it." The redhead was interrupted by the short blonde. I was surprised. They seemed like close friends, yet they were in separate detention wings for the hospital, and were with each other for barely twenty minutes on the bus. "I'm Roxas, and I'm fifteen." I gasped at what the shorter blonde said. "You were supposed to be taken by the child services." I noted. "No, I wasn't." Axel growled, holding the blonde's hand and glaring at me furiously.
"Um, alright then... Kendra, could you take over?" I called to my partner, handing her the clipboard as she walked over and rushing off to check on rooms. "Um, Leita?" I asked the manager of the actual building. She was in charge of rooms, who was in them, and what they ate. "Oh, Nin darling! I'm so proud of our success! What is it you needed?" She asked, smiling with her brown eyes gleaming. "Two of the former patients, Need to have the same room. Whatever you can do! And maybe, if you could, make it so it's just a duo room? They seem a bit on the protective side." I gestured lightly to the short blonde and tall redhead. "Well I'll see what I can do, Nin." She smiled and looked back at her files. "Nin! I need some help over here!" I heard Kendra call, and rushed back over, "What is it?" I asked. "This one won't tell me his name or age." She whispered, pointing to the male with the amazing eyes, stunning hair, and mysterious voice. "I don't know what she's talking about. I'm nineteen and my name is Zexion." He had an innocent smirk on his face. He even had a strange name.
I smiled weakly at Kendra and left her to work. I went up to the second floor, and into my office/room that I shared with Kendra and an intern named Britney. I sat on my bed and pulled my laptop towards me. I wanted to see Zexion's patient file. I hadn't recognized him from my research. I searched through the copied documents and finally found his case in the 'special problems' wing. Which only had seven patients. A very low number for an entire wing. Then I realized that the special patients wing was meant for patients that were taken out of other wings for causing problems. Zexion was transferred to special problems after cutting a young woman in the sadist wing... 'The sadist wing? Everyone in that wing died of overdose medication.' I noted, and then realized while looking through the files that the sadist patients were having nightmares of death and were given multiple drugs to calm them, but all ended up dying from overdose.
I glanced through the other patients in the special problems wing and realized that Axel and Roxas had also been transferred to that wing. Axel was in the pyro-crazy wing along with people obsessed with electricity who were put into the wing for similar reaction to their obsessions. But, Axel and a woman Larxene were both transferred into the special problems. Roxas was transferred away from ADD because he constantly was looking for someone and was very often moved around different wings. In fact, he had been moved to three different wings before the ADD wing, and when they decided they didn't know what to do with him they dumped him into special problems, and he finally stopped complaining.
Demyx, the taller blonde, was moved to special problems for repeatedly trying to drown animals or people in sinks, tubs, pools, and fishbowls. And Marluxia's file only said that he was moved to special problems for unknown reasons because the person in charge of his transfer died by accident eating a poisonous plant and all of his files had been deleted. It was labeled as a suicide act to cover up documents she didn't want anyone to see. And Xion, who was also in the sadist wing, nearly killed a worker for taking away her sweets. I picked up my walkie talkie, "Kendra... they're the real patients." I whispered in alarm. We knew that some of the patients had to be 'real' but we figured they all had families. Now I realize that we brought the hospital's seven most dangerous patients to the shelter.
