Lucas felt the sweat dripping down his neck as he continued to walk down the hallway. He knew someone was following him but he just couldn't place who was doing so and for what reasons. He had entered the institution in a relatively secret manner, so how could someone know he was here in the first place?

It was no one, Lucas told himself, just a figment of your imagination.

He turned around and continued to walk forward but he still felt like someone was following him. It felt like someone was about to tear him to shreds. Was someone really following you? Lucas asked himself as he once again turned around.

"What do you want?" Lucas gritted his teeth and muttered. He mustered up all his bravery to swat the air. He was going to destroy this being whether it liked it or not. Nobody was going to intercede with his attempts to rekindle his friendship with Hanna.

Lucas turned around and continued to walk down the hallway. He looked at the door beside him. It was the same room he had been spent time in. Hanna was housed in room 30. This was where most of his experiences took place. The screams of joy coming from him and the females in question couldn't be heard, though - possibly due in part to negligence on the institution's part.

Looking at the sign and reading "Marin, Hanna" makes Lucas break down into tears. Snot drops on to the ground. Lucas wipes away his tears for a moments and looks at the ground. There's a note below his feet. He bends down and retrieves it.

It read: "It's always better to travel in pairs."

Caleb pulled up to his house. In front of his house was a red caravan which he knew belonged to Darlene.

He mumbled in disgust as he took his keys out of the ignition and stepped out the car. He walked to his porch and unlocked the door and stepped in.

Sat on his couch was Darlene, drinking an alcoholic beverage, her face streaked with tears. "I'm sorry, Caleb," she slurred. "but I cannot let this weigh me down anymore." She stumbled over to Caleb and placed her hands on his shoulders.

Caleb closed the door behind him and prepared for the worst.

Ashley's lips conjoined with Tom's for a moment before she dispersed and begun to cry. "What happened to Hanna?" She asked. Her tears were a catalyst for Tom's.

"She's," Tom paused. He hugged Ashley for a moment. "been admitted to a mental institution."

"Why?" Ashley stuttered for a moment. She was disbelieving. She hadn't a clue of her daughter's condition - but now that she knew, there hadn't to her perpetuated grief.

For a moment Ashley and Tom just stood there hugging ach other, crying rhythmically, before Ashley bit Tom's shoulder as a informal manner of controlling her overwhelming anger.

"What the fuck was that for Ash?" Tom urged. That was his nickname for her - Ash. He gave her this nickname long ago. He usually used the name to defuse her anger - but now it seemed as if it had the opposite effect.

Tom suddenly remembers that Ashley used to exhibit the same symptoms Hanna is now experiencing.

Tom sat for a moment, his mouth agape in shock at his sudden realization.

"D-Did you kill Serenity?" Caleb took a drink of Darlene's alcohol to prepare him for the revelation. He let a tear escape his eyes. His hands and knees were shaking in anticipation but he controlled himself and allowed Darlene to open her mouth. After all, Caleb told himself, it must be hard to make a confession like this. Even though he hates her, he does realize he must give Darlene a chance to speak before he flips out.

Darlene controlled her dizziness. "Yes, I killed her," she slurred. She looked grief stricken herself. Was it an accident to kill her? Caleb asked himself. For once in his life he felt angrier than he had ever felt. He felt infuriated and at the same time depressed. He felt murderous. He felt like a serial killer about to go on a rampage.

"God damn you," Caleb let this omission of anger out. He knew if he were to have any chance of reconnecting with Darlene it would have to sprout of this lone conversation. "I'm reporting you to the police," he jumped at the opportunity to do so as he swiftly ran to the door.

"No, Caleb; please no!" She begged.

Caleb turned around. "Why the hell not?" His eyes were intent on Darlene, which just intensified her tears of distress and sadness. "I'm married to a goddamn murderer! It's either I report you or we get a divorce!"

"Divorce me," Darlene begged, pressing her palm against her chest. "please," She begged. She sobbed even more. It was an intense moment for Caleb during which he decided not to report his wife but divorce her.

"Before I divorce you, though," Caleb begun. He wiped the tears off his face. "I would like to know why you killed Serenity."

"You gave her this... this... disease, didn't you?" Tom stood there with his mouth agape for a second. He looked back on every moment he spent with his wife and his daughter and tainted it with the imposition of Schizophrenia. It's like poison. It ruins every good memory and replaces them with evil.

"Yes, Tom," Ashley paused, taking a deep breath, allowing her tears to streak her cheeks.

"I want you the hell out of my house." He demanded. He pointed his finger to the front door. This only intensified his demand for Ashley to leave. "Now." His forehead crinkled in disgust, Tom was not at all happy.

Before she left, though, Ashley turned around with tears in her eyes and on her cheeks and showed Tom a gaping wound on her arm.

"What the hell is that?" Tom asked. He wanted to know what that was but he didn't want it to require Ashley to stand in his house for any moment longer. He couldn't stand to see Ashley's face. Not after what had been revealed to him.

"I cut myself." Ashley revealed. "I cut my damn self!" She repeated, ingraining it in Tom's mind before leaving and stepping off the porch. Tom approached the door and watched his wife leave. Once she left, Tom shut the door in anger.

"She threatened to kill me." Darlene revealed.

"Why? Why'd she threaten to kill you? How do you know her?" Caleb questioned. He felt like an interrogation conductor hot on a suspect's trail. He told himself to take deep breaths and patiently await Darlene's answer.

Darlene took a deep breath. Her breath smelt of alcohol and Caleb's breath equally reeked of the same exact substance. That was actually why they were talking to each other on such a leveled manner.

"Serenity and I," Darlene paused. She held Caleb's hand. She allowed herself to express herself. "didn't get along."

"But that's no reason to take her damn life!" Caleb spat. He tried to control his anger but he just couldn't. If this is all Darlene has to defend her actions with, Caleb told himself, then it's time to leave her. After all, he deduced, women like this aren't worth the trouble or the wait.

"Just let me finish!" Darlene flipped. She placed her hands on her scalp and scratched them for a moment. Caleb was shaking right now. He knew Darlene had a secret. He wanted to dig down to it but he couldn't stand the filthy dirt. He couldn't stand how Darlene and Serenity didn't get along. He just couldn't stand it. This is what stirred his fury.

Caleb's phone vibrated in his pocket but he ignored the call. He wanted to hear Darlene out. If it wasn't major, Caleb told himself, perhaps he can withstand her mistakes and thus rekindle their marriage - but if it's major, Caleb added, and if it's something criminal, he is morally and legally obligated to report her actions to the police department and let justice do its course. Serenity was a childhood friend who's life did not deserve to be taken.

"I met her one day when taking a long walk." Darlene explained. "She approached me with a baseball bat in hand and a liquor bottle in the other and told me if I didn't give her money she'd kill me."

"This is not like her." Caleb frowned in disbelief, his continued fury cultivated his sobs. "You must have seen someone else."

"No," she paused. "I'm sure it's her." Darlene continued. "She told me her name was Serenity," Darlene continued to hold Caleb's stony hand. "and when I didn't give her the money," Darlene continued. "she beat me with the baseball bat," Darlene revealed. "and made sure I had a large bruise on my head." She bent down and showed Caleb the affliction. It blended in with her red hair but it was horribly obvious that she had been attacked. Weirdly enough, Caleb observed, not only was there one bruise, but there was also another one as well. She must have been attacked twice, Caleb deduced.

"W-Were you attacked twice?" Caleb spoke his mind. He couldn't help it. He wanted to get the truth. Right now he felt confused. This woman Darlene was speaking about wasn't the woman Serenity was when Caleb last left her. People do change though.

"Yes," Darlene continued her trend of telling secrets. "but let's politely shift this conversation to you."

"What about me?" Caleb felt nervous. What exactly did Darlene want to talk about? Does she perhaps know something she shouldn't know?

"You know me," Darlene teased. She smiled evilly. It was as if she knew something. Caleb stepped back a moment. He wanted to leave. He really did want to leave this time. But he also knew Darlene was in a dark place now and that she needs support now more than ever.

Darlene got up. She felt dizzy and Caleb knew it. She walked drunkenly to Caleb. "I know what you did," she slurred, touching Caleb's chin. "and I am going to tell." She smiled.

Caleb grabbed his keys on the end table and ran out of the house faster than he came in.

"I'm so sorry you have to spend time in here," Lucas placed his hand on Hanna's. They smiled at each other. "but it might serve to help you grapple with your emotions better." Lucas smiled hopefully.

"No," Hanna leaned in to Lucas. She was whispering. "they are not helping me," she squinted her eyes. "and you aren't helping any either." She leaned back and smiled. "I need not tell you any more."

"Wait!" Lucas demanded. "Please!" He saw Hanna's disapproval and unwillingness to continue the conversation but he wanted to talk to her for just a little while longer. After all it had been long ago that they had spoken to each other.

"What?" Hanna screeched.

Lucas smiled. She had given him a chance and that makes him so happy that he lets his emotions pour. "I love you, Hanna; I love you with all my heart." He declared.

"Is that all?"

"No, Hanna, that is not all." Lucas answered. "You don't realize that I love you with all my heart."

"Well you don't realize that I haven't forgiven you." Hanna clenched her teeth in anger. Apparently she wasn't over the break in just yet. Lucas had hoped she was over it or at least forgot it ever happened but his wish was not granted. He knew nobody liked him or appreciated his actions but it does tend to hit close to home when someone else reveals their distastes for him. It's like adding salt to the already gaping wound. Lucas lowered his head in sadness. He cried his eyes out and let himself do so. He was determined not to allow himself to suppress his emotions any longer. He's homeless, his car's destroyed and nobody likes him. That's all the reason to cry.

"Move on," Lucas demanded. He clenched his teeth in about as much fury as Hanna's were. He was angrier than she was. He had more reason to be infuriated. She was institutionalized. He wasn't. There was no place for him to be institutionalized. Nobody at Radley liked him. He wouldn't be welcomed back in such a sanitarium where he ignited such chaos in.

"I can't." Hanna explained. "I just can't."

"Why not? I've shown you many reasons to forgive me."

"The very fact you come here and beg my forgiveness shows me you've done something else unforgivable." She explained. She leaned in to Lucas. She wasn't kissing or embracing him. She wasn't even showing any love at all. After all she didn't love him. She hadn't forgiven him. She hadn't planned on forgiving him either.

"Your secrets are public, Lucas;" Hanna made Lucas realize what A had done to him. A broke in his car to coerce Lucas into visiting the sanitarium. "everyone knows that your car fell in a ditch, everyone knows that you killed two people." Hanna couldn't control her tears of fury. "Everyone knows." She repeated.

"You don't know anything." Lucas slammed his hand against the table. "There is so many things that I went through that you don't know a damn thing about!" Lucas's tears were replaced with fury. He was so angry and so infuriated that he was practically shaking. He felt the same ferocity he experienced while killing Mona.

"I was just saying!" Hanna defended.

"I know what you were saying!" Lucas shouted. "You don't know a DAMN thing. What you see on the news is only half of the real story. What you hear from me is the other half!"

"Then tell me." Hanna demanded. Her eyes were squinted again. "Tell me what makes you such a goddamn saint."

"No," Lucas refused. "I'm not telling you a damn thing." He slammed his hand against the table for emphasis. He got up from the table and exited the door.

There on the floor was another note. Shaking in fury, Lucas picked it up.

It read: "You're almost there."

Author's Note

Thank you so much for reading my story! I really appreciate all my fans!

This is the mid season finale.

Stay tuned in a week for the next chapter!