Okay! So this is the second chapter in what I like to call "Part Two" of the story. Sadly, you guys probably won't be seeing Sasori anytime soon. D: Don't hurt me! I am also very, very late in updating…. As usual…..

By the way, that extremely long run on sentence is SUPPOSED to be there ;P

Disclaimer: As usual, don't own anything

Hope you guys like it!

I sit, slumped in a metal folding chair, in the middle of a room full of white. Everyone else in this room is sitting in the same way in the same chair within the same starched white walls. I know no one here, but the councilors try to tell us we are all the same. Everyone here hurts themselves, and everyone will stay here until we won't do it again… or so they think.

Personally I know that almost everyone here whether they have been here for two days or two years will do the exact same thing when they get home as they did when they left home. That is, if they even make it home. Hidan tries to tell me that no matter how long they keep him here he will live forever so it is only a small blip of his existence that they are wasting. I am not immortal and I doubt that he really is either, but will I have to stay here forever?

The people here won't look at my hands, my bandages, or me. I also don't look at their faces, their bandages, or them. Instead, everyone in the room is looking at the same brown fleck in an endless sea of white sitting directly in the middle of the floor. I know my mind is going as I wonder why they have that speck there. Surely the cleaning ladies would clean it up, but every time I come back to this room there is the same brown speck on the floor, are we imagining it? No…they must keep it there on purpose. I wonder if people here would start to go crazy if they didn't have something to focus their attention on as soon as they walk in the room. Maybe we would all be forced to look at each other and see exactly how far our minds have really gone. I want to look up at the kids in the circle. I want to be able to break the tension that hangs in the air but my mind is so foggy and distant. I can't move my neck because my head is heavy and fuzzy so I leave it hanging. Everything in this room is heavy and I don't even remember how I got here. The air feels as though it is filled with smog but it smells stale. I am tired so I close my eyes. And drift….

Slowly…

Calmly…

Away…

"Who wants to begin today?" Dr. Tsunade, the shrink, asks our group. I sit and stare because I do not want to talk. I have been here for just over a week and I refuse to talk. Numerous people have told me that they are worried about me and one of these days I will have what she calls a 'psychotic breakdown' but I can't see why. Lately, I can't seem to see why anything is happening. I am waiting for someone else to begin, but their heads must be just as heavy as mine. How can my body be so heavy when it seems to just be full of air?

"Deidara?" Doc calls my name, "You want to begin?" At first I wonder who she is talking about before I realize that it is, in fact, me. I shake my head with what seems to be a gratuitous amount of effort. "Are you sure you can't just tell us a little about yourself?" She keeps prying, but I just don't respond. After what seems like an eternity she sighs and turns to someone else. A tension is barely lifted and a pressure I didn't know was there is prominent between my eyes.

A piercing scream splits the air and a nurse comes barreling down the corridor. She is yelling for Doc so Doc sprints out of the room towards the sound. Not one head in the room looks up. I can't seem to care.

My head is clearing and I am really getting into the soap opera that Hidan is watching. It's about some dude who divorced his wife to find out that she was his half sister because his dad was a lecher and fooled around a little too much but it's okay because he still loves her.

A female nurse with a hairy upper lip is suddenly in front of the TV. "Hey bitch; if I didn't want to watch TV I would have just turned it off!" I try to dismiss her and Hidan puts in his two cents as well, which turns out to be just a lot of cussing. She shoves a paper in my face for me to sign. I grunt and scowl before scribbling my signature down. It's the same paper that they shove in my face everyday so far. It's a no suicide contract. In other words, it's just a load of bull shit. The 'almighty contract' keeps me from hurting myself because signing it everyday will really keep me from killing myself if I really want to. Seriously, it has nothing to do with the fact that they strip search you for anything from a knife to a toothpick.

Hairy lip nurse hands me a pill and a glass of water. "This will make you feel better," she says.

"Sure it will," I retort, but none the less, I still take the pill and down the glass of water before shoving it back at her. She checks my mouth to see that I really have taken the pill before she turns to Hidan.

"Read and sign this," she says, shoving a similar paper towards him.

"Shove it, my soap is on," he growls back, but she is persistent. She shoves the whole clipboard at him now.

"Sign it!" Hidan looks disgusted but he takes the clipboard and quickly scrawls his name down.

"I will not hurt myself again!" He practically yells at her while accentuating every exaggerated syllable that comes out of his mouth. The nurse makes sure Hidan swallows his pill as well before she waddles out of the room, clearly stalking her next victim. I sit and try to get back to the soap, but my head is starting to feel foggy again and glowing worms crawl around the television. Soon I am too tired to understand what is going on in the soap and what the actors is saying just turns to mumbling, but the actor himself looks kind of like the puppet I bought for Sasori which reminds me of the band, which reminds me of how we found Itachi and how I used to be Sasori's friend… more than his friend and all of this just reminds me of how I haven't seen Sasori lately because now we're not friends, but Sasori once told me that he couldn't breathe without me, which means that he isn't breathing but it reminds me of how I read that in the journal I took and everyone found out he was gay but none the less, he isn't breathing which means that he's dead which just means that everything is all my fault and I just HAVE TO GET OUT because I need to SAVE HIM,

But I am too tired to do anything so I turn to Hidan, whose eyes have turned into a dull shade as he watches the soap. Slowly I turn back to the TV as well and I realize that that actor reminds me of a puppet I bought for Sasori once, which reminds me that I need to go somewhere, but I can't remember why…

Where is Sasori anyways?