Thank You...so much...It means so much to me. I'm so happy right now that words can't explain. You guys are so caring and concerned and the advice that most of you guys gave me was amazing...I just really wanted to thank you. You guys went against my word, but I appreciate it more than you'll ever know. THANK YOU! Find your name below.

KNDNumbuuh3.4 : I really can't stop you, can I? And I guess you're right. These stories HAVE brought us together...thanks for bringing that to my attention, I finally understand the bond that I have with my readers.

Numbuh94: I started crying when I read your review. But it was the good type of crying, ya know? I love Owl City and just listening to that song made me feel better. A LOT better. Thank you...I mean it.

QueenBee2000: YOUR review made me feel stupid, but that's good. I'm not the only one going through shit, I forgot that. Thanks for slapping me in the face and helping me remember. I really help things get better between you and your friend. My friend may not realize how he effected me, but hopefully your friend will realize and change her attitude. You seem very nice and a person like you doesn't deserve to be treated that way.

alleycatprincess - Reading your review made me feel a bit silly, thanks for making me understand that it's okay if people care about me. I always push peeps away, and I shouldn't...they actually make things a lot better and make it easier to get out of tough situations...

SpontaneousSugarRush: Thanks for the advice, and hopefully he'll come to his sense...and thanks for wanting me to take as much time as I needed to recover, but since you guys care about me, I want to show that i care for you too...I was going to DISCONTINUE this story...but, I can't do that to you guys. I've done it way too many times (like once o twice) and then I completely deleted the story...and that's not going to happen again. NEVER. Thank you...

Numbuh 1x1- Yes, my mood reflects on my story. Very true, the things my readers wrote have really boosted my happiness...I was so relieved that you guys didn't hate me. Thanks for your advice and haha your review was no where near cheesy...I love it, because it helped...and you've been a reader of mine for a while now, so knowing that you didn't stop reading all together really helped...

Just because: It was a bit cliche...not alone. There are tons of peeps who suffer from depression...I've been depressed for 3 years now, but with counseling and other things in life...I've been getting out bit by bit. Sometimes I take a landslide back into the depression ditch...but I'm still making my way out. And thank you. It's true...you guys don't have to know me personally to care...I'm sorry for thinking that you had to. I'll never push you guys away again...I promise.

April: Yea...I've finally realized...he isn't worth it...but it still sorta hurts...and the smallest things hurt me. So I'll always feel like a voodoo doll, never really able to express myself...with a push or a poke from a pin.

Ghost Guess: The fact that you aren't a regular everyday reader helps. Even a complete stranger cares about me...thank you. And it's true. I've read pieces of art wayyy better than MY stories, but you guys DO admire them and if you do, who am I to not supply you with them. And since I KNOW how it feels when a story is discontinued, how you go back and constantly check on the story that'll never be updated...I don't want my readers to ever have to experience that awful feeling...Thank you, once more...

So I'm currently out of my depression bubble thanks you you guys. And I also want to thank those who didn't bring up the topic, mainly because you listened haha. So I really hope you guys enjoy the chapter cause there's a drama bomb.


"Mom..." Wally's eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Mom...Mom. Mom! MOM!" His eyes shot open and he sat up quickly. "AH! MOM! MOM! MOM! ARGHGHAG! DAD! DAD HELP HER! DAD PLEASE, MOM! NO...No!" Wally looked around in a state of panic. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" He yelled. The door opened and 2 security guards rushed in followed by a nurse with a spoonful of medicine. Wally was restrained. "G-GET OFF OF ME!" He yelled. "I have to help my mom! I have to get to dad and get the band-aid! Her eye needs help!" The 17-year-old thrashed around violently, aiming to kill the security guards. "HELP! HELP!" The nurse sighed and tried forcing his mouth open. He bit her hand.

"AH!" She screeched. "He bit me!" She accused.

"MOMMY!" Wally yelled. "MOMMY, MUM! Help! They're trying to give me the medicine again! HELP! I BEG OF YOU PLEASE!" Wally screamed frantically. "GOD HAVE MERCY ON ME!" *SLAM!* Wally slumped and went limp into the security guards' arms. They slowly lay him on his bed as the nurse pulled the the syringe out of his arm.

"Geez, he's the worst one we have." She complained. The security guards nodded as she poured the medicine off the spoon and into his throat. "I can't wait until he's shipped out, cause God knows...he'll never be released into society." The three turned and exited the room, leaving an unconscious Wally in his dream world.


"Mum, is the doctor going to be noyce?"

"Yes, Wallabee." The blonde woman driving cooed. The boy in the back seat smiled softly.

"Mum, will I get a lollipop like at the den-is?"

"Yes, Wallabee." The woman cooed again. She pulled up at the building and climbed out of the front seat, she opened the door and the blonde boy hopped out. He followed her into the building.

"Mum, does this place smell of baby woyps to ya?" He asked curiously.

"Yes Wallabee." The woman said gently.

"Mum..."

"I'd like to sign in for my son's appointment with his therapist, Mrs. Martinez?" The blonde woman ignored her son and he frowned, a bit hurt. He instead decided to look around and noticed there were several other people sitting on chairs in the room. A few appeared to be sleeping, one was a boy younger than himself who was coughing up specks of blood, another one had redish eyes and a runny nose, one was very pale and kept twitching, another wasn't moving at all...or breathing for that matter. Wally gulped and looked back up at his mother who seemed calm and content. He grabbed her hand for relief and safety, but she pulled away as a door opened and a woman with curly brown hair stepped into the room.

"Mr. Beatles?" She looked to Wally. He shrugged as his mother gave him a small shove to follow the woman. The door shut behind them. "Hello Wallabee," She smiled and Wally scowled at her falseness.

"Where's my mum?" He asked.

"She'll be waiting for you while I ask you some questions." The woman explained. "I'm your therapist, by the way. Mrs. Martinez." Wally made a mental note to remember that as they came to a room. She made him sit on a bed as she wrote some things down on her check list. "Okay Wally, your mother tells us that you have nightmares?"

"My mum told you that? She was supposed to keep it a secret." Wally eyes the woman suspiciously.

"Well, she told us so that we can make it better." Mrs. Martinez explained. "You DO want the nightmares to stop, yes?" Wally hesitated, then slowly nodded. "Okay then, can you please tell me what happens in your nightmares?" Wally thought for a while.

"There's blood." He spoke. "And it's all over the scares mey...I dun loike it. It's not my blood, it's my mum's blood. And my dad's blood too. It scares mey a lot." Wally said, his voice shaking with each word. Mrs. Martinez nodded.

"Oh my..." She said and wrote something down. She reached behind her and pressed a bright blue button on the wall. "May I have assistance in room 203?" She asked and released the button. Wally raised an eyebrow and she smiled at him. "Wallabee, dear? Can you do me a favor?" She asked, slowly rising up and walking over to him. He gulped and shook his head. "Oh dear, but you want the nightmares to go away, yes?" He bit his lip and didn't respond. She was scaring him now. The door open and two doctors walked in. "We're going to run a few tests on you, okay?" She asked. Wally's eyes widened and he hopped off the bed, but one of the doctors scooped him up and placed him on the bed, while the other placed the straps around his wrists and ankles.

"M-Mum!" Wally cried out in panic. "MUM!" He screamed.

"Shhh, Wallabee." Mrs. Martinez approached him. "You wouldn't want you're mother to think you're a bad boy, would you?" She asked, pouring a thick yellow liquid onto a spoon. "Now say, aw." She grinned.

"MUM!" Wally screamed louder and Mrs. Martinez took the opportunity to shovel the spoon into his mouth. Wally gagged, it burned his throat and he couldn't scream. He started to choke as he forced himself to swallow it. Yet, the sour taste remain in his mouth and made him sick to his stomach. He felt the vomit rise up his throat and he spit up all over himself. He felt disgusted as Mrs. Martinez made a face and then snapped her fingers. Within seconds she held a CUP of the thick yellow liquid and she smiled.

"Once more, okay?" She asked, as he struggled against the bonds and attempted to scream. She flipped the cup upside down and watched it disappear into his throat.


"A-A-A-Abigail...Lincoln?" Jessica's eyes narrowed.

"Why are students from our school all just magically appearing and coming to this place?" She wonder aloud. Hoagie shrugged nervously under her intense stare. Jessica rolled her eyes and smacked her lips rather loudly, Hoagie winced but snickered into his palm. "She's on her lunch break. Down in Cafeteria C." Hoagie nodded.

"Thanks uh..." He squinted to read her name tag. "Jessica." He smiled. He turned to walk away. "By the way," He called over his shoulder. "Do you need some lip balm?" He snickered again and Jessica made a confused face.

"Lim balm?" She whispered to herself. "Why would I need that?" Hoagie's laughter echoed down the hallway and her head snapped to the sound of his voice. "

"I'm so punny." He chuckled. Jessica sweat dropped. Hoagie made his way down to the cafeteria and sure enough Abby was down there...along with Kuki Sanban. Hoagie's eyes widened and he frowned sadly. He couldn't tell Abby his true feelings and ask her to the jazz event with HER around. Plus they were best friends, joined at the hip. Hoagie was definitely not more important than Abby, no doubt Abby wouldn't send Kuki away just so she could talk to him. Hoagie sighed and decided to go over and join the two, he HAD driven an hour to get here anyway. "Hey guys." He sat down. Abby's face brightened up and Kuki looked at Hoagie.

"Oh hey Hoagie." She smiled. "What's up? Don't you live like an hour away from here?" She asked in confusion. Hoagie nodded.

"But I came to see you guys." He said. Kuki's eye twitched and she looked from Hoagie to the beaming Abby and a slick smile slid onto her face.

"Well, that's nice and all Hoagie...but I'm sorta running late and I need to get back to my ward. Cause Wally needs his medication and all." Abby shook her happiness off and looked at her watch.

"No, No...You have like half an hour left." Abby explained. Kuki giggled.

"No." She said, hoping Abby would get the idea. "I need to get back to Wally, I haven't seen him since last week when...some stuff happened between us." Kuki trailed off with a goofy smile.

"Ooh la la," Abby smiled. "Tell Abby some details when you get the chance." Kuki nodded.

"And YOU tell ME some details." She giggled and ran off, leaving a very confused Abby and a happy-go-lucky Hoagie. Hoagie sat down at the table and smiled, Abby looked back and smiled too.

"So, Uh...If I remember correctly you really like music." He started, Abby nodded enthusiastically and his hopes got just a bit higher. "C-Cool." He fought down his blush and he gripped the tickets in his pockets. "Well isn't your favorite genre like Jazz or something like that?" Abby nodded again. "Well I got you these." He pulled the tickets out and slid them across the table to Abby. She picked up the two tickets and smiled, sliding one back across the table.

"Abby would love to go with you Hoagie, why thanks for asking." She smiled and his cheeks flushed red. "Anywho, Abby's break actually IS over and she has to get back to work. She'll see you later, m'kay?" Abby left a red faced Hoagie in the cafeteria.


"What?!" Kuki screamed. "Wally was moved! Why? Did he hurt someone? Is he okay?" Kuki's panic kicked into overdrive.

"Uh yea, he's fine. Since he technically hasn't harmed anyone recently, he's been filed under insomniacs since his accident yesterday night. Are you okay?" Jessica was genuinely concerned. Kuki ignored her and snatched up the medicine and marched from the room, her mind racing a thousand miles per hour. Jessica shook her head and frowned softly. And who was WALLY anyway? Meanwhile, Kuki was granted access to Patient Number 3854's room. She walked in and stared at the boy on the bed. He looked so small and weak. What was he doing in THIS ward? He looked as if he couldn't harm a fly.

"Hey, kiddo." Kuki said, still cautiously keeping her distance. "What's your name?" She asked. The boy looked up at her and grinned a lopsided grin.

"Adam." He smiled. "Adam Johnson." He added.

"Cool," Kuki sat down on the floor-rooted chair and eyed the boy. "I'm Kuki, Kuki Sanban, I'm 16. How old are you?" She asked. Adam thought about it.

"11." He said.

"Wow, you're not that much younger than myse-."

"You think I'm crazy, right?" Adam cut her off. Kuki's eyes widened as she looked to him. What had he just said? His face held a look of pure innocence, as if he hadn't ever asked the weird question in the first place. Kuki's jaw dropped, while she racked her brain for an answer. "You don't have to lie." Adam continued. "I'm 11, not stupid." He stated. "But everyone thinks I'm dangerous, that's why I'm here...right?" He asked curiously.

"Well I don't wanna off-."

"You won't offend me." He said. Kuki's eyes twitched.

"Are you rea-?"

"No, I'm not reading you're mind. But that'd be cool. That's like a super power or something. Super powers don't exist. Heroes don't exist. Cause if they did I wouldn't be here." Adam said, his face serious.

"Dude, how are you-!"

"I'm just guessing. You're actions and you're personality reflect it all, I can just assume correctly what you're going to say next...just from what you've been showing me." He said.

"That's pretty-."

"Cool?" Adam guessed.

"That's pretty fucking awesome." Kuki corrected with a smile. Adam let a small grin slip on his face. Maybe this kid wouldn't be so bad, but then again...Kuki needed to get to Wally. She needed to fill out any slip necessary for her to get moved...she needed to be with him. She...She sighed, she'd talk to her manager. The manager who hated her guts.


Next week: DOUBLE UPDATE

Goal: 100 reviews

Explanation: So I'm out of my depression bubble and this story is a big success. I really love when you guys review. It could be a simple 'good job' or 'I liked the chappie'. Anything that lets me know you guys enjoy it.

I wonder what I did that was so good to be blessed with this?

I freaking love you guys.

- Jade (Blue2B)