CLAIMER: All things made by me like my OC Esther, belong to me.

DISCLAIMER: All things not made by me like the original DGM storyline and characters, belong to their respective owners, namely Hoshino Katsura.

WARNING: The story is M for a reason. If you don't like Asylums, mental illness, neglect/abuse then do not read. You have been warned.

NOTE: I actually made a second and I am halfway done with the third chapter, I did this before publishing the first chapter that way the wait wouldn't be too long. Also the gang finally shows up in the third chapter, so no worries. This one I will say is a bit quick but the next one will be more better paced instead of rushed, I know your probably sick of me saying this but I am a harsh critic towards my self so it cant be helped. LOL

Anyway Enjoy!

.:CHAPTER TWO:.

+FEAR AND HOPE+

Its coming closer!

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, at this point running would only give her away. So she swiftly turned to the door and quietly closed it. Even though she didn't believe very much, Esther prayed earnestly that whoever was coming down the hall would not come into this room. Hugging Henry to her chest she listened very closely to the sound.

It didn't sound like the clicking heels of a woman's shoe, maybe it was one of the male staff members?

Don't come to this room. Please. Please…

She tried her hardest to be silent but her heartbeat was filling her ears.

The sound of keys filled the air.

Don't come. Don't come!

She almost sighed in relief when she heard a key go to a different door. Gulping down her heart she dared a peek through the small window, only able to catch a small glimpse of someone entering a patients room then locking the door firmly behind them.

There was silence.

With another gulp she reached out and gripped the door handle to slowly open it up then slowly creep out of the damaged room, her eyes stared at the door of the room that had been entered. Her ears could slightly pick up on a few sounds but she couldn't quite catch the words, oddly they seemed to have an almost mechanical edge to them. When she felt she was safe enough she slowly closed the door and began to sneak away.

AHHHHH!

The scream jolted her senses like being shocked by lightening. Forgetting stealth she ran like a mad woman down the hall towards her room, "hurry Henry" she whispered desperately as the stuffed animal picked the lock again. Once it was done she grabbed the handle and swung the door open then quickly closed it. Her body shook in terror, her labored breathing didn't seem like it would stop, finally her legs felt weak and her back slid down against the now closed door.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to take in all that had just happened.

Someone was just killed.

Someone was killed yesterday.

She is powerless.

The screams ended and the sound of footsteps entered the hall again causing the fear within her to rise. The steps stopped then a laugh resounded within the throat of this mystery person. Esther knew that it was the killer and not a patient, no… not even someone mad could conjure up something so evil within them. The laughter almost sounded demonic in nature. Finally it stopped and walked out of the hall.

There…really is a monster…and its…going to kill us.

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Esther couldn't sleep that night. Through out that entire night she had crawled into a corner with the blankets wrapped around her, her eyes staring intently at the door with her ears sharpened to hear any sound. Henry comforted her whenever her body quivered. His motion only lasted for a limited amount of time sometimes, some days he cant move at all barely, and by the end of it all she found herself extremely exhausted and not to mention hungry. Her years in the asylum she found that her stomach was in a permanent state of hunger pain, the food here just didn't cut it.

"Hey. Hey girl time for medicine!" the nurse said roughly.

Esther had been so out of her own mind that she had failed to notice that the nurse had come in.

For a moment she studied the nurse that she had known for eight years now, she always had that mean look on her face, coupled with the I-know-everything-that's-best glint in her eyes. Finally she hesitantly took the pills and swallowed them then chased them down with the water she was handed, then the nurse swiftly left without a second glance nor worry.

Her mind went back to wandering aimlessly.

No panic or worry.

Which meant that the person that had met a gruesome fate last night had yet to be discovered. All Esther wanted to do at this moment was sleep and wish deeply that some mysterious medical condition came up and would end her life then and there. Quickly without pain.

No…that's to easy.

Breakfast soon came to her room but she didn't eat it. All she could think about was the state of that room, there was no body but plenty of evidence that Anna had been killed or severely injured, either way where would the body be at? Last night Esther didn't hear a body being dragged out. Maybe its nothing and I really am just starting to lose it?

That was highly likely.

Finally when it was time to go to the Blue Ward she quietly walked with the guard Fred who was equally quiet back. Upon arrival her eyes spotted the usual group of people that were allowed out of their rooms to hang out.

So far just by the first two, its safe to say its getting the more insane that stay in their rooms all the time. I wonder what will happen when those types are gone and its just those of use who can come to this area? The thought made her shiver as she sat down at a table. Her eyes wandered to Mary who was sitting alone in a corner making very realistic sounds of a radio and then responding back to it.

Strangely enough she started to wonder what everyone's story was.

Did they have families beyond theses walls? How long have they been here? Was there a possibility that they could be cured or fixed in anyway?

Shaking her head lightly she looked at the white room. It was starting to turn from white to a more dingy color after years of not being cleaned, they were supposed the clean this place now and then to make sure things were sanitary but that duty is normally neglected. The most cleaning they do are the showers, toilets, and very rarely the rooms. On that note Esther was glad that she was a tidy person, sometimes practically OCD. I wonder if I should check out the other victims room tonight.

It was probably a big risk like it had been last night but she was extremely curious now as to what she would find in that room. Would it be in the same state as Anna's?

My curiosity is seriously going to kill me.

She almost had to laugh at this thought, either her curiosity or her stubbornness would be the end of her.

For a moment she stayed observant as she sat there almost looking like she was entranced by the swirling designs in the wood. Then her ears picked up on a conversation the two guards Fred and John were having.

"A new patient is coming?" Fred asked.

John nodded, "yeah a Mr. Atkins…supposedly he killed a few people and when they brought him to a judge it became obvious that the bloke wasn't all there. He said that he saw demons disguised in human skin or something like that. So I have to wager a guess that the police will be trailing behind the asylum to make sure he doesn't do anything to harm the doctors here" he explained.

"Demons wearing human skin? Aren't werewolves good enough anymore?" Fred laughed.

"Apparently not! I wonder where these mad people come up with this junk" John crossed his arms over his chest while Fred laughed again.

"That's why they are here, so we can deal with them. Like the poor sods we are who cant get any other job". However after Fred's words John smirked.

"Not like anyone cares how much care we give to these people, all we have to do is make it look like we care until the authorities leave".

Esther refused to listen from there and put her mind towards a strategy. If the police were coming would it be possible for her to tell them what's up? The possibility of them listening to someone who was a patient at the asylum were slim but if it meant that maybe just maybe these people would be watched closely just in case something foul was afoot then it was worth it even if getting to them would cause her to end up being in trouble. But she would have to time everything perfectly which would mean a few things.

First off she would need to know the time of their arrival. Second she would have to make a good excuse to get away from the Blue Ward and have a good path towards the cops without interruption. Third she needed to make sure the guards wouldn't impede her. Four, she would have to make sure she gets back to the Blue Ward without the notice of the staff. Mostly the fourth one would be the trickiest, and mostly close to impossible so that one might have to be sacrificed, all that actually mattered was that she at least had a small word with the police. What if they draw a gun on me?

She told herself that they wouldn't, they would probably draw a gun if she didn't appear calm so she would have to make sure to have a firm hold of her tongue during all of this.

Looking to a clock high on the white wall she tried to determine the usual time they brought in patients. It was usually at an early time. Esther arrived at 10 am, she heard once that Anna arrived at 10 am, Joseph apparently arrived at around 11 am. Past breakfast and always when everyone was in the Blue Ward since medication and breakfast usually happened at around 7 am or 8 am so time to go to the Blue Ward happened at around 9 am.

On the dot of 11 am another guard came to inform the two on duty of the arrival of the cops, the two nodded and made sure that none of the patients made their way to the door. Once the other one was gone leaving the two back to their duties Esther started to work on her plan.

She looked around and found Joseph reading a book. She took a wild guess as to what personality was active at the moment.

When she approached him she cautiously said a name, "Richard?"

Joseph lifted his head and smiled pleasantly, as oppose to the personality Jack. Richard was the more calm one and was actually the one that told her that the tattoo's around her wrists were known as the symbol of 4 Vesta. "Hello Esther, what is it?"

She sat across from her and spoke in a hushed tone. "Can you do me a favor?"

He looked to her thoughtfully with his soft green eyes then nodded, "sure".

"You see. The cops are coming and I need to tell them something so on my signal can you make a lot of noise to distract the guards?" she inquired.

He seemed to think for a moment before nodding, "alright, once I do it, it will most likely cause the others to act up. However if the cops are trailing behind two asylum workers with a new arrival then how are you going to talk to the cops? For one thing the guards might grab you before you speak a word and the cops might not even bother with you".

"I'll think as I go along, if it's a fruitless endeavor I will be sure to tell them that you causing trouble was my idea…well even successful I'll do that anyway" she told him. It would be unfair for her not to be in trouble while he was in trouble after she told him to do this for her.

But Joseph shook his head, "if your successful then no worries…me and everyone else hardly flinch anymore, and Jack would like an excuse to cause mischief" he said with a grin.

"Thanks". Esther felt thankful towards the man, she didn't know if multiple personalities was real or not but either way she was happy that he was going to offer his help.

So she made it look like she was just wandering around the room, once she saw that she was at least a bit close to the entranceway of the Blue Ward she turned slightly towards Josephs direction and gave him the signal. A simple nod so that guards didn't notice anything, from there it suddenly became absolute chaos. Joseph started throwing things at the guards, much to their shock, following that the sudden shift to a calm atmosphere to a chaotic one caused all the others to start acting up. Paper was fluttering everywhere as it was being thrown, the guards were yelling curses, and noise was bouncing off the walls.

When she saw her chance Esther snuck out the door and made her way down the hall, she backed away from one hallways and hid ion another as people ran from it to get to the Blue Ward to help calm the people down. Esther then stalked her way around, trying to find the way the cops and asylum workers were. Soon she found them walking down the hall, two white uniformed men had hold of the new patient while the two cops followed closely, ready to make sure no altercations occurred. Deep down as she followed she felt bad that she had planned that commotion at the Blue Ward even though there was always a high chance of it happening anyhow, not even medication could stop some of this madness. With that another thought occurred. What if they did find out that two of the patients had possibly had been murdered, and they decided to put everyone in a different place? Would it be a better place for them to be at?

The two asylum workers stopped at a door, with the patient they entered the room. One of the two cops looked to the other and said a few words before following along, meanwhile the other one seemed to be guarding the outside just in case he tried to escape.

This is my chance, got to make it count.

Breathing in she stepped away from her corner and without trying to alert the asylum workers in the room she called the one cop that had stayed out of the room. "Excuse me…"

The officer looked to her in shock. He looked to be in his fifties with a salt and pepper mustache, signs of age in his face and dark hair that had some signs of grey as well. For a moment he seemed to determine a course of action before speaking to her. "What's all this? A patient got out from an activity room?" he inquired.

"Uh…yeah. I heard you guys were coming and I wanted to speak with you about something urgent" she informed him.

The officer sighed, "well what is it?"

Breathing in deep she explained what she found, even if it would have gotten her big trouble to admit she actually picked a lock and got into another patients room. Of course that truth was slightly tweaked. After that she explained what she heard that night another patient had possibly been killed or seriously injured, when she was done the cop looked absolutely flabbergasted which turned to a raised eyebrow.

"How can I believe a word you say?" he questioned.

"Please just do! At least look into it sir" when she heard the three coming out of the room she bowed her head a little respectively then ran off before another word could be exchanged.

Even if it was meaningless she felt a slight weight lifted, the meeting may have been short but hopefully it would stick to that cops mind. Enough that he would have to at least do something like investigate the asylum a bit. Esther slowed down and sighed, but even if they cant protect these people…then darn it I will! First thing's first…I will need to build my strength up a bit, which means eating that food. She wrinkled the nose at the thought, but in order to survive and keep up her strength she would have to do it.

For now she would just have to hope that help would come.