She blinked slowly as she looked around the room she was in. Everything was white. The fake stone walls were a pasty white. The carpeted floor was an ugly grey white. The white wooden square that was her bed and the drawers attached to the bottom of it were white ash wood. The plastic bed was white and the white scratchy cotton sheets. Even the windows had strips of white tape in X's.

Her arms were wrapped around the rabbit her uncle had given her. The police had given it to the doctor who had Okayed it. The people who worked here had said she could have the toy but her other things were being kept until she was okay to leave. Although, they hadn't been pleased when they saw the strange looking rabbit, thinking it could do more harm to her mentality. Truthfully they had thought something that violent would only do harm. But seeing how fast she had latched onto it they had just let her be. She had never been seen without it since. That and the locket that she had caused her to start biting people when they tried to take it form her.

She could remember being brought here. They had dragged her kicking and screaming toward a large white car that was called an ambulance. After that, thing's had gone fuzzy. From what they had told her, they had to give her something to calm down. After that she had been brought to their physiologist in the police. Questions had been given, and it was decided that she was so traumatized that she was delusional. They also feared that she was beginning to go insane when she kept saying she was seeing things.

Thus she was brought here. They had been kind to her and had given her the toy her uncle had bought her before everything had happened. It helped her to see this wasn't a dream. That this had all really happened, it wasn't something she was making up like they claimed. Aysa knew what happened. She knew what she saw. However, she kept repeating her uncle's last words over in her mind.

She couldn't help but hug Robbie closer. Uncle was gone just like momma. She wouldn't see them again except for in her dreams. And now she was locked in this place…

All because they didn't understand her… All because they thought she was seeing things. Things that they thought were nightmares of what happened. At least they had stopped asking her what had happened. They didn't believe her when she had told them the truth.

She was trying to be strong. She was trying to do what her uncle had asked. But she was so scared and no one was helping. No one believed her. She shook her head. She knew this was all real, but she couldn't help but wish she could just wake up and this will all have been a dream.

"Good morning, little one."

Aysa looked up to see the teenager that helped her in the door way. The other kids thought her weird, and she scared the other adults. Something about scary blank eyes and creepy expressions. Mrs. Julia however thought of her differently. She had told Aysa that she believed she was seeing things. That she knew she wasn't normal. Rather she thought those things were real, or they were she didn't know. But she knew that Aysa honestly believed them.

Julia had actually been the only one really kind to her. She was nice and gave her the benefit of a doubt. She still thought something was wrong with Aysa, she could tell from her eyes. However, she was the only one not afraid of her, so Aysa ignored it.

Julia gave her medicine and took her vitals. She wrote down how she was feeling and if she had seen anything lately. Aysa was still in a slight state of shock so unless she had to answer she didn't. She was a sad little girl. Julia tried her hardest to be kind to her, but the kid was creepy. The fact that she actually believed in these nightmares just scared the workers even more. Except for the senior members, but they just didn't care anymore about the patients.

Aysa watched as the woman left. She sighed quietly and looked out the window to see the parking lot.

A week later.

Her feet pushed her slowly on the swing set. The dirt swirled and swayed under her moving around her feet and legs. Her arms were wrapped tightly around the bundle in her arms. Her mother's old vest and orange sleeveless turtleneck sweater, they had odd dark stains on them.

They were wrapped around the knife which had killed her mother. A large old sketchbook was pulled against her chest. A locket was clasped tightly in her hand while the silver chain was wrapped around her neck. The last item was a stuffed pink bunny in overalls with red around its mouth and a small knife in his hand. It had been her last present from her Uncle. When she had been released this was all she wanted to keep. Everything else had been thrown away.

She had finally been released from the hospital. She had finally been able to snap out of the shock and had been able to act normal enough to be released. She had learned one thing in that place.

Never talk about the things she saw. No one would ever believe her, and it would make things worse.

However, things had gotten weirder. She could do more things. She could do things she couldn't do before. When she was sad the sky always turned dark. When she wanted rain it wasn't long in coming. She could tell when bad things were going to happen to someone. She could now tell how someone was going to die instead of just when. She could hurt people.

One of the nurses didn't like her. She had grabbed her arm and held it tightly. A minute later she had grabbed her head crying about a migraine, the blood she found coming out of her ears keeping her away.

Aysa winced when the children in the area all shouted in happiness. She looked up and watched them. She was now in an Orphanage. It was loud, it was annoying, and like always the children were terrified of her. She couldn't help but wonder if she would ever be liked for who she was?


Harry sat at his desk with a small smile on his face.

Aysa had pushed him on the swings. Then Kanna had helped both of them climb to the top of the monkey bars. That was the most fun he had ever had. No one had ever played with him before. He was too weird. That or Dudley scared them off way before break ever happened.

Aysa was a bit strange herself. She seemed reserved or at least that was how his aunt and uncle had described it. She did smile and laugh, but she seemed held back as if she kept tight control on herself. Like she kept everything sealed up in a bottle. That or she wasn't sure if it was safe to be herself. One of those nice teachers that had left said something like that once.

Kanna seemed the same but she reminded him more of those Soldiers that protected the Queen. She just seemed cautious and extremely protective, almost like a bodyguard. She seemed to honestly care about her sister, although she also seemed intimidated by her. However, she was still nice if not politely so.

Harry looked up when he heard Dudley growl from his own desk. Harry shrunk down in his seat trying to disappear. He could already see the teacher making his way over to see what he had done now.

"Can I sit here?"

Harry blinked and looked up. Aysa was standing beside him. She had a messenger bag instead of a book bag and was pointing to the desk connected to his.

Harry blinked and nodded slowly. "Yea, no one sits there. No one wants to." He muttered looking down at the desk. Something came in contact with his head. He looked up rubbing at it.

Aysa's hand was still in a fist and she brought it down to rest on his head again, although softly this time. "I happen to be asking you if I can sit there. I'm pretty sure that means I want to." She said rolling her eyes and taking the seat.

Harry just stared at her. And he continued to even after the teacher began the lesson.


Harry pulled on his coat and grabbed the falling apart book bag. He sighed as he noticed another hole ripped in the side. He wished he could ask for a new one, but the one Dudley used was still cool. He sighed and tried to tie it back together. He blinked when the bag was suddenly grabbed form his hands.

Kanna stood beside him glaring down at the sad excuse for a book bag. She poked at a few of the tied up areas and stitches, glaring at the holes. She snorted and turned his bag upside down dumping his stuff out.

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed, while his classmates laughed. Harry hid his face behind his bangs as he felt heat rise to his cheeks. 'I should have known. They were only pretending.' He thought and couldn't ignore the stab of pain. He started to gather up his books only to be stopped, by Kanna grabbing his arm and pulling him up.

Kanna walked over and threw the bag in the trash. "You're not using this sorry excuse for a bag." She sneered as if the object she was speaking of was a disease.

Harry looked to the floor and shuffled his feet. What could he say that would make this better? There was nothing to say. She had just thrown something away he had worked so hard on.

"I'm sure we have a spare lying around at home. Or you can use mine. I prefer my messenger case anyway." The class was silent when Aysa spoke.

Harry turned around to see her gathering his stuff up.

"That thing wouldn't have survived the journey home and I will not allow you to carry something so pathetically useless." She muttered.

Harry stared at her with wide eyes. "Wh-why? Why not?" He asked.

Aysa looked up and smiled weakly at him. "I told you. You're going to be my best friend." She said shoving his stuff in her bag. "Now let's go. I must introduce you to mother and father. They will simply adore you." She said grabbing his hand and pulling him from the silent classroom. Even the teacher seemed shocked. "Won't they big sister?" She asked.

Kanna nodded following them. "Yes." She said with a small grin. It was true. Of course they would be nice to him because he was Aysa's friend. However, they would love him either way. Harry was adorable. Those pretty bright green eyes. That messy lack hair. Broken glasses and baggy second hand clothes. Not to mention he was frail and almost sick looking. He was too skinny.

Father always had a weakness for adorable things, which was why he loved Aysa. She was just as cute as she was scary. That was why any time mother wanted to get rid of her they never did. After all, they didn't need the money anymore. Even Though father was terrified of her, he loved her as his own. He also hated anything to do with child abuse of any type. And Kanna could see he was neglected at the very least. Not to mention father loved cooking. He would have a ball trying to fatten the boy up.

And mother would take one look for him and fall for those eyes. Green was her favorite color. Not to mention she had always wanted a insecure child to take care of. All of her own children had been independent and strong. Harry looked so weak she would feel the need to protect him. That was why she signed her name up to the adoption agency anyway. And she would want to buy him new clothing immediately. Fashion had always been mother's thing, second only to shopping.


She stood in the doorway holding her bundle. Her old family was complaining hysterically to the Head Matron.

"There is something unnatural about that brat I'm telling you! She makes things disappear. The plants all died when she was in a bad mood. It started raining when I yelled at her. All kinds of animals follow after her. And my little Mickey swore she brought a dead bird and butterfly back to life. She knows when something's going to happen. I wouldn't be surprised if the little witch does them herself. I will not have that monster in my house any longer!" The mother screamed while she held onto the little boy in her arms.

The dad stood behind them with a frown. He would glance back to Aysa every now and then, before turning back. The Head Matron just held her head, her eyes sadly locked on Aysa's. Aysa knew what she was looking for, and kept her face calmly blank.

She watched the family as they left to get back to the car. The Father stopped one time to pat her on the head. He gave a small smile. "Take care of yourself." He said patting her on the shoulder before moving past her to her family.

Aysa blinked in confusion before turning back to the Matron.

She shook her head slightly. "We can't keep this up. That was the 16th family to return you." The woman said. "Soon the state will come and take you away. You're too valuable to them, what with your inheritance." The woman said as she rested her hand on her head.

Aysa couldn't help but avert her eyes. She wasn't Matron's favorite but she did try and help her. She thought a good home would help her and so she tried her hardest. Aysa sighed. "I can't help it if they think of me as a dog…" She muttered.

Matron laughed slightly as she walked back to her desk. "Return to your room, I'll find the next." She said with a sigh.

Aysa walked along the hallway and sighed when she reached her room. Seeing as she was always brought back they had let her have her own room. It wouldn't belong to anyone else until she was adopted and kept for at least half a year. She never seemed to last more then a few weeks at the most. It had been four months since she had been brought here. And they had a feeling she was going to become one of the resident children.

3 Months Later.

Aysa's eyes were wide and wild.

Dead.

They were all dead.

Why, why did they do this?

She looked over the bodies of her latest family. She had made a mistake. They had acted like they really cared. They had been nice. They had been kind. They had helped her with her nightmares. They had bought her a pair of glasses, the sides helped block the shadows. They had ignored the strange things that had happened and were grateful when she warned them about what was happening. It had seemed right. It had seemed perfect.

'I should have known.' She thought. It had been a mistake. They wanted to know what was scaring her so badly. So…she wanted to show them her nightmares. She accidently brought them alive. It had been too much.

They had panicked and…

She reached up with her hand, looking at the torn skin on her wrist. Blood slipped down her arm adding to the collecting puddle under her. It was the same with her other wrist, the torn skin stinging and growing numb now. She gurgled slightly, although they hadn't gotten all the way through her neck was very, very sore.

'I understand now. They never believed me… They only did those things to 'help' me. They thought if everything stopped I would be better… They…they never believed me.' She thought the tears sliding down her face.

She looked over to the mangled remains. She understood what her Uncle had said now. When they had been trying to kill her one of the monsters had protected her. They were dog like with peeling bloody flesh. They had jumped up on them and tore them to pieces.

Now, now she had been able to return everything back to normal by touching her mother's locket. They just lay there torn to pieces, and she sat knelt here bleeding and crying. She couldn't trust them. She couldn't trust anyone. She was so tired of all of this. So…so tired. She was tired of trying. Tired of being lied to and tricked. And she was tired of crying.

She reached up wiping her tears away, smearing blood along her face. She blinked looking up when the police arrived. She just sat there. She didn't move. She didn't speak. She just let them drag her off and fix her wounds, she was tired of fighting. Her eyes were blank and empty.

She was done.

'Happy birthday to me...Happy birthday...to...me...'

...

She stared out the window as they drove a far distance. She looked up when they finally reached a large white building.

'Welcome to Silent Hope Asylum.'The sign read.

'So they are locking me up again. Only at a crazy place. I wonder… how long will I be here?' She wondered.

The police had gotten a hold of her old doctor and the Matron. They had both agreed to try this out. She wondered what her account manager would do. He has understood her to an extent. Apparently everything that had happened to her had happened to her mother as well. He understood, he knew everything she saw and said was real. He felt like an older brother sometimes.

She looked up when the car stopped and the door was opened. She stepped out, bandages around her throat and wrists. It had been a day since the incident and she hadn't spoken since.


Harry couldn't help but blush under all the attention was receiving. From the moment he had walked through the door with Aysa and Kanna he had been fussed over. He had been extremely startled and almost frightened at first. However, Aysa had smiled slightly at him before moving away toward the staircase.

Their mother Poe Ashburn was pulling at his clothing and making annoyed sounds. A tape measure was being wrapped around his frame while she mumbled about what colors would go good together. It would appear that Poe was a very famous fashion designer and she couldn't stand seeing anyone in rags such as his. She was also grumbling angrily about talking to his Aunt and Uncle about proper clothing.

Ciel Ashburn, their father was glaring out the window at his Number 4 every few minutes. He was talking about making sure his Aunt and Uncle knew about proper child care. In between these two things he was asking what Harry's favorite meals were and writing everything down in a notebook. He would giggle and squeal every now and then saying how cute he was, while she would coo and say how gorgeous his eyes were.

Kanna leaned on the banister to the second floor with an amused expression on her face. It had been a long time since either of them had a boy to fuss over. The last one had been Judas, however that had been years ago. Judas had died not too many months ago. It had been a plane crash. Aysa had never been the most open or happy girl, but ever since his death she had closed off completely. However, Poe and Ciel had both bonded with to an extent and gotten a bit closer to Aysa during their grief.

Kanna had promised Judas to look after Aysa when he had left, and she would continue to do so no matter what. She and Judas had been close to Aysa since the moment they had met her. Unlike their other siblings and other family members. She shook her head slightly and looked out the window. For some reason she felt the same need to protect Harry that she did for Aysa. She narrowed her eyes. If that fat tub of lard bothered him again she would hurt him. Badly. He would learn what a future Military woman could do.

Aysa kept her eyes straight on Harry as her parents circled him. 'Magic. I can feel it on him. Mother had written about Wizards once in her sketch book. Perhaps he is one. From how she put it my father had also been a Wizard. I'll have to ask Henri what he knows about all of this. If mother knew of wizards or magical people he most likely does as well. She did tell him everything. Maybe I can help Harry somehow. There must be some books or something.' She thought as she watched Harry fidget and blush.

'If he is a wizard why is he allowing himself to be abused like he is? Whenever my old fosters tried I would lash out… Maybe our abilities are different? Am I magical? Mother seemed to speak of them as if she wasn't one...' She wondered tilting her head.

She shrugged. 'I guess it doesn't matter. I'll take care of him from now on. I had always wanted a baby brother. And even if he turns out to be older then me, I'll still think of him as my little brother. He's just got something about him that screams protect me. And I will.' She thought her eyes narrowed in determination.