Well, this is my second chapter! This one is more about Dawn and her life. Sorry for this taking awhile. School is stressful, you know? Well, enjoy this. Gimme your feedback!


Well, the night wasn't totally bad. I had woken up a few times due to the excessive noise, but over all, it was a decent night. The bed was rock hard, and it was terrifyingly creaky. Feeling like the bed was going to collapse on the only person in my 'jail cell' was utterly disturbing.

Dawn, on the other hand, was completely silent. Well, she has been there longer than me, but I'd think she'd be a little on edge the whole night since she was - you know - off. Shockingly enough, though, she was silent.

Since I had first seen her, I figured her out completely. She looked extremely shy, though she had some what of a wise side to her. I guess she's sane enough to know what she had become. At least she doesn't deny it. That's when you know they're insane, is when they deny it. But, from what I see, it seems that she's aware of her problems.

As I opened my eyes, I heard somewhat of what sounded like weeping. I stayed there, silent, trying to process what I was hearing. As it continued, I lifted my head and looked around the room swiftly. It was starting to tick me off a bit. Though, maybe it could be some other girl in the hospital crying over the fact that she's stuck here like me, I was still trying to sleep, and that was my main goal at the moment. To get away from all of the sorrows and sadness of this place. Well, isn't that everyone's goal here? To get away from this place, and the only place you can go to are your dreams. Damn, I wish mine were vivid, so I could remember them...

... Wait... Scratch that, I don't want to remember my dreams. I don't want to dwell in my dream life.

... But...

I don't want to dwell in my problems either. Maybe my thoughts would be more safer than both my reveres and living in problems. Well, that's if I don't think negatively, and so far, I've been judging everyone. From the doctors, to the patients, to the lunatics, they're all crazy. Everyone. Maybe not Dawn, as much, but still...

This is why I don't belong here. I realize how many people are crazy. Maybe I should check some of my old friends in here, they seem fitting. Well, even so, I will never, EVER belong here. I have never touched a knife for self-inflicting purposes, NEVER. Never have I thought in a suicidal way. Never have I been CONSIDERED suic-

...

UGH..

THAT CRYING! WHAT THE HECK?!

Now angry, I sat up from my bed, and groaned loudly. Ugh, I swear I'm gonna scream if that crying doesn't freaking stop. Okay, it was time to calm down now. I didn't want to draw any attention to myself, nor be a complainer. Ugh, but it was pissing me off so badly. It almost sounded like it was... Dawn...?

I jumped off of the top bunk and stretched out, feeling and hearing my bones crack uncontrollably.

"Ahh~" was my only response to my bones' cracking, just before I heard a loud and muffled sniff behind me. Narrowing down to who was crying weakly, I turned around and tried to look at her with a smile instead the "you-annoying-little-brat" look that the nurse gave me the previous day.

...Though, I stopped smiling when I reached her entity. My eyes widened, and my heart started pounding uncontrollably, feeling as if a drum were controlling my heart at a fast pace, slowly getting faster and faster each second as my eyes gazed upon her. Upon me, was a blood-shot-eyed girl with a shard of glass in her hands. Easily telling that the glass had been stained by the redness of her blood in her hand, I panicked, and reached for it as her guard was still caught off.

"Dawn...!" was my only reply I could give. I didn't know her much, and this first interaction with her isn't making things between her and I any better. If I have to wake up to this every miserable morning, I would become beyond irritated.

She scrambled for her ragiddy, sack-looking blanket, then put it over her face in embarrassment and shame.

"What were you thinking?!" I yelled at a moderate tone so no officer or doctor could hear me. She sniffled again, and kept her face hidden under the thin fabric.

"I was th-thinking an easy way to g-get out of this place..." Dawn mumbled with a shaky tone.

I decided to relax my voice a bit, since she was crying badly. I didn't want her to feel like a burden after what I just saw her attempt.

"You shouldn't do this to yourself... You're only killing others by killing yourself... And, you'll get in trouble if they see this lying around." I whispered, "They'd probably punish you to a full extent."

"I've already gone through tons of crap here..."

"Then don't do anymore crap, and comply with me."

The girl in front of me quieted down after that, and slowed her breathing. Her eyes were a bit puffy, and she was trembling excessively, but from the looks of it, her ability to maintain that emotion was pretty damn accurate. Well, unless she does this every morning.

"Why don't you let me do this...?"

"Do what? Kill yourself?" I spat back a little bit harsher than I intended. She didn't seem phased by my attitude, but her hands clenched, making her tense once again.

"Let me become free of my sorrows, and leave everything. No one cares to even help me here. All they do is spit at you, and treat you like utter sh-"

"That's enough."

Once again, she became silent at my aggressiveness. To be honest, I thought I was being a bit too harsh on the frail girl, but you could tell she was trying hard to keep herself from crying. You can easily tell she is weak. She's been bullied, maybe? Or maybe what I've gone through with my sisters...?

I have to admit, what I go through with my sisters exceeds a lot of problems that cause people to commit suicide. I've been spat at, just as the doctors do here. I've been treated like crap, just as they do here. Nothing's changed. Just the same old day, but with no freedom anymore. That's what makes things worse. I can't go outside anymore, I can't feel the ocean breeze anymore. No more Cerulean Cape...

...

Well, maybe this place is worse though. I have no freedom whatsoever. Sure I had no freedom at the Gym as well, but at least I could go OUTSIDE. Jeez, this place doesn't even let you get some fresh air. They have us freezing because their vents are too damn powerful. Not to mention everything's disinfected.

"...Misty...?" Dawn sniffled a bit, interrupting my reveres and thoughts.

"...Yeah?"

The blue-haired girl in front of me looked up at me with a saddened, yet promising look as her face began to stain with the old, slow-drying tears that were once on her face. Her face showed the astonishment of me being calm. I would be surprised if I was ever nice to someone too.

"U-Uh..." She twiddled and played with her fingers as her lips pursed with the unison of her sniffles, "So, you're my... friend...?"

Oh Mew, I lost it inside of my head. I face-palmed, then gave her a small scowl, trying my best to keep my voice low.

"Well," My voice gave her the insinuation of my annoyed expression, "you're my roommate, I don't wanna be lonely, now do I? And I care for you, so I guess you are. Why would you ask that after I just saved you from harming yourself?"

Dawn looked down and stopped playing with her fingers. Her hands curled into fists, and her oily bangs covered her glossy eyes.

"Well... All of my roommates, they had the same problem I had, and..." She lacerated her lip with her teeth, and tensed up, building up the intensity inside of me as she hesitated to finish her sentence, "... they all killed themselves... right in front of me."

My lips parted, letting air flow through my mouth instead of my nose as I heard those words. That must be traumatizing, seeing the only people you can really bond with in a cold place like this, just die; not breathing... just... lifeless.

... I can imagine how she feels...

"I just wanted someone to talk to, but they left before I had a chance to even start a decent conversation with them..." She added, looking up at me again with her teary blue eyes.

"Wow... This place is stupid. They can't even keep a person from committing suicide or doing something ruthless. They just treat you like crap, huh?"

"We-Well, yeah..."

Just as I was going to speak, a loud bang on our door, and the sound of keys rattled in my ears, making me jump up, and race up to the top bunk. Judging by their attitude with little things, if they caught me socializing, they'd probably give us a cruel and unusual punishment. Damn bastards, they're a bunch of jerks. All of them.

"TIME TO WAKE UP!" The door was swung open by a tall doctor with glasses and a coat. I slowly lifted my head from my pillow, though his loud, screechy voice made my heart race more than the loud bang on the door. Dawn just stood up, and looked at the man. Since she knew how the usual day was here, I just did the same.

"First day, huh? Well, you better like it here, you won't be leaving till a guardian enrolls you out, or if you fully recover." He looked around before pulling his lips into a small smile, "Sorry for banging on the doors. Doctor's orders."

Dawn looked down a bit, and laid the slightest of a smile on her lips as well. I, on the other hand, was dumbfounded. What the heck was going on?

"It's okay, Mr. Grant, you were just f-following orders." Dawn looked back up, then flinched as the tall man ruffled her hair.

"Have you been crying, Ms. Berlitz?" He inspected the dry tear marks on her face.

"No."

He pat her head and gave her a small smile, mixed in with a 'you-little-liar' look, then looked at me.

"Hello, you have a name don't you?" The doctor smiled at me, causing my mind to explode, "Call me Grant; Dr. William Grant."

"U-Uh... Misty."

"Ahhh. Just kiddin'. I already know your name, Ms. Waterflower." His smile widened, "Welp, I'm the nice one. You don't have to be afraid of this guy. But, don't tell any other doctor about how nice I am, they'll get mad."

His smile made me feel all warm inside, knowing that there were actually nice people in secrecy. He looked kind of corny, with his lab coat and glasses. To be honest, he looked somewhat like Professor Elm, except that his hair was darker, and he actually had a personality. And you could definitely tell that he was organized.

I smiled a bit after he said those words, and I relaxed myself. He smiled as he noticed me relaxing, and ruffled my hair like my dad used to. I felt safe. Well, maybe some things are bad here, but I know that I can feel a bit more comforted with him around.

After Mr. Grant left to check in on other patients, a tech banged on our door just as I started to drift off into a sweet sleep again and informed me that I must be up for breakfast in thirty minutes. I incoherently moaned something that resembled an "Okay," then rolled over and closed my eyes again. I was pretty tired. Though, only ten minutes after I finally fell asleep, I had to be waken up by a loud obnoxious man who obviously wasn't the perky doctor I had heard earlier.

We had some nasty breakfast. Ugh, it was disgusting, but what else do I have to eat? Maybe that doctor... uh... Grant! Yes, Grant; maybe he'll spare me some of the food they provide for the doctors. For some reason, I can't help but feel bad for him. I mean, he has to hide that smile all day just to keep a job that gets his bills and taxes paid. I wouldn't wanna work somewhere as bad as this. Seeing all the crazy people, feeling bad for them, but having to hide it all? Wow, that's one crappy job. I guess it's because the doctors get irritated and impatient with the other people in the hospital that they let it out on all of us. I wonder how Grant does it. He must have some really good patience for people.

In the somewhat 'cafeteria,' we had those long tables that fold up at the middle. You know, those ones that belong in a school cafeteria? Except that the seats and tables were very well disinfected and cold. The cold breeze brushed against my skin more than one time, making me a bit angry. I hated being cold all the time. It's almost always freezing here, and I loathe the cold. Though, for as long as I've been in the sun (traveling, training, and swimming) I can't get a freaking decent tan.

At the table, I ran into some interesting people. Dawn was sitting next to me, quietly picking at the blob of jello on her platter. Every once in awhile, I'd see her sneak a bite when she decided that no one was looking. Was she afraid of people watching her eat or something? The person in front of us was obviously Schizophrenic. She was staring at her platter, slowly eating and whispering to herself at the same time. Another girl was sitting next to her, but I couldn't tell what was wrong with her, she was just silent. She was looking at me for a moment, scoping my imagine, then looked down and started eating.

Unfortunately, the mental hospital was separated into two areas. The boys, and the girls. The cafeteria was the central part of the hospital, connecting both sections. They round up all of the boys, then do they same with girls and split them, half and half. Though it didn't bother me much.

My platter consisted of mash potatoes, which was very lumpy and tasteless, some peas, a big cube of jello, and a fried steak the size of my palm. I couldn't complain, most of it was very bland and disgusting, but what else could I eat? I guess I know when to run my mouth and when not to.

"So..." Dawn peeped, slouched over, swirling her mash potatoes around with her spork, "Does this place scare you?"

"I have mixed emotions about the place."

"Why?"

"Because," I said, gathering my trash and standing from the tables, "Though I'm not crazy, it's terrifying me that I might be here for years."

"You can relate to me then." She stood up as well.

We walked back to our room and talked a bit more with each other, talking about what her life was like at home, and how badly she was treated. I really did feel bad for the poor girl. She was a bit younger than me, by about 2 years, and her mother and father separated near the time she was diagnosed with depression, and everything fell downhill from there. She's been here for a few months, dealing with her suicidal thoughts and actions. Dawn's obviously very terrified of what's to come in the near future; hopefully I could fix her a bit. She also told me about this weekend breakaway thing. It's basically a program you have to join that has meetings in a enclosed part of the hospital. If they see you're having progress, they'll suggest to your psychiatrist that we should get a weekend of freedom. Well, I just found my way out.