Ichigo was nervous after being checked in the mental hospital. The process wasn't too long though. He didn't feel right in this place. The twelve year old wanted to cry when his family left him there. He could tell they didn't want to bring him here. Everyone said that it was for the best. This was the only way for him to get better. Kurosaki expected this place to be noisy and chaotic instead of being calm and peaceful. He was so lost in his own thoughts to realize that he was already escorted to his room. It wasn't much of a room. It was only a small bed in a small room with one window. His room was currishly cold as well. You can see the yard from there.
"This will be your room from now on." The black haired nurse stated in a neutral tone.
"So, will I have a roommate or not?" Ichigo asked.
"No. We think it's better for our patients to have their own space. This way they'll be less confusion."
"Oh, okay."
"I'll be back in a bit."
"I already hate it here. I can't even bring anything from home." The orange haired boy sat down on his bed. "At least it's clean."
"Hey, are you new here?" A short, petite girl with fair skin, short brown hair and dark green eyes greeted the younger boy.
"Yes. Why'd you ask?"
"Hi. I'm Mora and I'm fourteen years old. What about you?"
"Kurosaki Ichigo and I'm twelve. What's it like here?"
"It's quiet most days but, sometimes it can be hectic. They'll punish you if you don't take the medicine." The teen warned him.
"Like what?" He wanted to know even though he was really scared. The boy wouldn't admit to being afraid.
"They tie you up to a bed and inject medicine if you fight against them. I don't remember what they do when you refuse to take medicine."
"You just said that they punish you for not taking medicine. Then you told me what they do with patients that act up. Not when they only refuse to take the pills." Ichigo was clearly irritated by her answer. She started talking about something different entirely. For a while he'd though he was talking to a sane person. But, then he remembered that they were in a mental institution. "Never mind you don't have to explain anymore."
"Huh? What do you mean about the fire alarm going off. I didn't hear anything,"
"What the hell are you talking about? I never said anything about a fire alarm." This girl was really driving his patience. She wasn't even looking at him anymore. "Now you're ignoring me." He half yelled.
"Um, sorry about that. Aiki was talking to me about a fire alarm."
"Huh?" Ichigo followed her line of sight and didn't see anyone.
"Okay you two it's time to take your medicine." The same nurse came back with small cups filled with colorful pills.
"Thanks Kimi."
"You don't have to thank me Mora." The black haired lady gave her a half smile.
"What exactly are these pills for? Does everybody take the same medicine?"
"To make you better. And, yes to your last question."
"I don't believe you." The blonde boy thought. "Can I have some water?"
She gave him water from the water cooler. He was a little hesitant taking the pills. "Good boy." Kimi replied.
"I'm not a damn kid."
"I took mine too." The brown haired girl explained excitedly.
She patted the teen on the head before leaving. Apparently other nurses were giving out medicine to the rest of the patients.
"See you later, Kurosaki."
He watched her walk away without saying a word. Ichigo walked around the hall to see what everyone else were doing. Some people were watching the news while others stared out of the window, completely ignoring his presence. Suddenly a strange feeling came over him. It felt like something was draining the energy from his body. He tripped over his own feet a few times. "What is going on? Why do I feel so weak?" His body felt incredibly heavy. Kurosaki could barely pick up his feet. "Maybe I should go to my . . . room and lay down." Ichigo paused in between his sentence. He closed his room door and flopped on the bed lazily and feel asleep.
7 O'clock in the morning
The young boy heard a lot of screams and curses when he woke up the next morning. At first he tried to drown it out but he couldn't. Ichigo walked to the hallway to see what was going on. A few nurses tried to calm down a patient who stabbed another nurse who laid limply on the floor with blood pooled out around him.
"Mora, what happened?" His eyes were filled with worry.
"One of the patients stabbed the male nurse that told him to stop making so much noise." She couldn't peel her eyes away from the scene much like himself. The ambulance came rushing in to help the wounded nurse.
"LET GO OF ME. FUCKING LET GO OF ME ASSHOLES." A few nurses tried to subdue him. He yelled even louder when he knew he no longer had a chance. They escorted him from the hallway.
"Who the hell was that?"
"That's Grimmjow he attacks people every now and than." She responded.
"Okay, everybody get out of the way. We need to clean this up. Go back to your room until we tell you otherwise." An employee yelled out.
"What about breakfast? It's almost time for breakfast."
"Don't worry about it."
"That guy who stabbed the nurse seemed psychotic." He had mint blue hair and eyes which were an odd color. For some reason he couldn't get that image out of his mind.
Once everything went back to normal they were called for breakfast. He brushed his teeth and washed his face a few minute beforehand. For the rest of his time there he sat with his new friend Mora for all meals. She was his only friend there. He got used to the daily routine. Some days would go by fast and others went by slowly. Nobody seemed to bother him. His family would call and visit him every once in a while.
One day he accidentally bumped into Grimmjow. The one who almost killed a nurse.
"What the hell's your problem strawberry?" The blue haired teen said rudely.
"You're the one with the problem. It was an accident." "Is he trying to pick a fight with me?"
He pushed the blonde roughly. Ichigo punched him in the jaw.
"You're going to regret hitting me punk. I'm the king around here. Nobody stands in my way."
He could tell that he was full of himself. "You mean king of assholes?" He gave him a mischievous smirk.
The fight went on for a while. Ichigo's alter took over his body. Even when the boy was crouching over on the ground, he kept kicking him. "You make a shit king. Someone who can barely fight. You're not talking trash anymore, aren't you. What a bitch."
"KUROSAKI . . . KUROSAKI. PLEASE STOP." Mora yelled to get his attention. The other patients watched the fight in silence. It was a bad sight. Grimmjow was coughing up blood.
"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU KEEP YELLING? THERE'S NO KUROSAKI HERE. MY NAME IS HOLLOW." The girl was truly afraid at this point. She wondered why he didn't respond to his name.
"No, You're Kurosaki. You are my friend." Mora cried. She didn't know what else to do.
The nurses escorted him from the hallway this time. They had to subdue him. He was definitely reap the consequences of his actions. Whenever Hollow took over this would happen.
Ichigo had no recollection of how the fights ended. After a few weeks he pretended to swallow the pills. He didn't like the effect the drugs had on him. It made him feel like a zombie. He started to show improvement after a year and a half. It was a relief to be back in the real world after being locked up in the mental hospital for almost three years.
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A/N: I know this is another short chapter even though it's a bit longer than the first. This chapter was just a flashback from the past when Ichigo was first admitted in the asylum. Sorry, if my view of mental institutions aren't correct. Getsuga TENSHOU 15,CharNinja LOL and nypsy for your reviews from the last chapter. I'd also like to thank everyone who faved, followed this story and add me to the author alert. I really appreciate it.
Getsuga TENSHOU 15: They are very sneaky at this point. I did make him a lot older in this fic. I was starting to think that I made him too old.
CharNinja LOL: There getting closer to slipping up as well.
nypsy: I'm not going to reveal what the book is about yet. I just wanted to hint at Sora's suspicious behavior when it comes to the book. I did feel like it was the right time for her to find out about his condition.