First off, thank you to SilverWingedGentleman and Xema088 for reviewing.

Sorry 'bout being so negative about the first chapter ^_^; I really lack confidence in my writing skills...also grammer has never been my strong point =\

Anyway, ONWARDS!

Chapter two

The irritating, repetitive beeping was what woke Neku, Slowly opening his eyes only to instantly shut them from being blinded by the violent brightness of the white walls.

'Damn it, so close.' Neku let out a displeased groan from yet another failed attempt to kill himself. Neku tried opening his eye's again to adjust to the horribly white walls that were burning into his retinas. The sound of a chair scraping along the floor slightly made the teen twist his head to see his mother's red, tearstained face gazing at him. Though she was looking at him with half lidded eyes, you could see the glazed look in her eyes that indicated she wasn't all there.

"M-…Mum?" Neku croaked, realising how dry his throat was.

Blue eyes snapped back to reality as her attention quickly came to her bedridden son, a sad smile and tears welling up in her eyes as she shifted her chair closer.

"Neku…" Her delicate hand was placed on his pale cheek, rubbing her thumb along his eye to remove the small, crusty clumps of sleep. Tears had begun falling again, not out of fear but of relief, knowing that her son was still alive.

"…How long was I out?" Neku asked, still trying to get the dryness out of his mouth. His mother stopped stroking his cheek and was quiet for a moment before answering.

"About 4 days."

'That would explain why my mouth feels like an ash tray.' Neku sighed, slowly propping himself up to rest against the bed rest. He glanced down to his arms, fresh, white bandages over his forearms and a needle in his joint that was connected to two bags. One was a blood bag, the other was a clear liquid (water, Neku presumed) hanging from a pole placed next to him that was dripping into his body.

"We almost lost you this time…" his mother started. Neku turned his head back to his mum who was staring at the ground, not daring to look at him. "I know your depressed Neku, but there are other options."

"Mum…I just don't see the reason why I should see a shrink, it's not like I'm crazy…" Neku sighed. This wasn't the first time they've had this conversation, there have been several times, especially when he was found cutting himself or just being in a much fouler mood than usual.

"It's not like that anymore. Your father and I had a talk to the doctor and he suggested we send you to Shibuya's Youth Mental Hospital. We've been very lenient with your behaviour but after this stunt, we're putting our foot down."

No surprise Neku was speechless. He had no idea how to cope with the situation other than…

"WHAT?"

"There's no changing our minds. We've already spoken to the man in charge who has agreed and the doctors here have helped us with the paperwork. Hoping that you're out in a couple of days, we may be able to send you there by next week."

Neku couldn't believe what he was hearing. Just a couple of minutes ago his mother was trying not to break down into tears and now she was being dead serious about sending him to a nut house.

"Don't I have a say in this?"

"We've given you many chances but you just seem to be getting worse! I just want my son to be happy. To grow up to be a respectable man with a good job, a lovely wife and kids but that can't happen unless we do something now!" His mother had finally broken down into tears, leaving Neku feeling guilty that his mother was in so much pain because of him. As much as it pained him, Neku knew what he had to do.

"Fine…I'll go…" Neku muttered quietly, but his mother was still able to hear him. She looked up, trying to stop herself from crying anymore but the sobs kept coming.

"*sob* Thank you Ne-*sob* Neku." His mother was very happy that her son agreed (much to his chagrin). She leaned over and brought Neku into a hug. Though a little difficult with the drip restricting his right arm, he managed to return the hug in a rather awkward manner.

Once they let go, Neku let out a yawn, now realising how tired he was. His mother helped him lay back down onto the bed and pulled the covers up. Once Neku had snuggled up into the sheets, his mum stroked his hair a couple of times and kissed him on the forehead. Though Neku would never admit it, he did enjoy his mother treating him like this every once in a while, a small smile crept along his face and he closed his tired eyes and let sleep take hold of him once again.

I really dunno why, but I see Neku being one of those guys who's always acting tough infront of peope but still a mama's boy with his parents 030 Am I the only person crazy enough to think of him like that? XD

This feels kinda rushed but I tried damn it!

Also I have done research on mental hospitals but I couldn't find much on the whole process of how long it takes to do the paperwork and such so dont you dare poke logic shaped holes in my reasoning! :[

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*throws smoke bomb and flees*