*Bwaaaaaah x3 in the next chapter after this will be the meeting of the pen pals X3 I like Grav3yard girl am SO EXCITE to write for you :) enjoy this chapter*

Chapter 3

Blossom couldn't wait for her pen pal to visit her at her hell away from home, even though it had practically become her home by now. Her therapy sessions became more intense, this left her mind feeling tired and run down. Buttercup took a turn and got into a heated verbal dispute with the doctor.

She had been restrained to her bed until she calmed down. The whole ordeal caused Bubbles to set off into a crying and screaming fit. Blossom felt too doped up to react naturally, but her entire body began twitching. "We need Bubbles on a stronger dose" one of the nurses commented to another while trying to calm her.

"Don't dope her up anymore! " Buttercup screamed in rage. She began pulling at her restraints, actually breaking one of the leather straps holding her down. This caused the nurses to fill with panic and step away from the screaming blond. "We need security to room 54A Buttercup broke from her restraint!" A nurse yelled into a walkie talkie.

Not long after two security guards came into the room, this only made the situation worse. "Stay the fuck away from me!" Buttercup glared swinging the arm that broke free. "Buttercup if you don't calm down we will have to sedate you" one of the guards warned dodging her attempt to strike him.

At those words Blossom finally did something and walked over to Bubbles with her stuffed octopus from their mother, upon seeing it she stopped her frantic actions and cuddled it while lying down. Seeing Bubbles calm down made Buttercup stop fighting and look at her younger sister protectively.

The nurses and guards looked at Blossom in amazement. "If you all took the time to actually look at what triggers and calms us, you would have known that trick with Bubbles... now you know that medication isn't the only solution" Blossom deadpanned while walking to Buttercup with her earbuds and CD player, after placing them in her ears she relaxed and closed her eyes.

"To think this better advice is coming from someone who you deemed to be crazier than you and them" Blossom finished and walked to their table and continued writing her letter.

*With Brick at Townsville high the day before the trip to the asylum*

Brick read the most recent letter over and over again. Blossom had told him in the letter that everyone in the asylum is doped up on medication all the time and are mistreated at points by the staff. "I hope she is actually getting help in there..." Brick spoke to himself, the sat at his desk in the very back of the classroom.

For some reason he felt like he needed to be there for his new friend. She had been there for a long time, but the sadly knew that he couldn't take her away from there. In her letters Blossom was kind and intelligent, what was so wrong with her that she needed to be there anyways?

The thought of it puzzled him, but he was still excited to see her. He prepared a couple things to do with her, maybe she would engage him in those activities. He never had been to a psych ward before so it all escaped him.

"Hey Brick we should be cautious about the trip, because I really don't want to trigger my crazy" Butch said making his brother nod at him. On the inside he thought ' I really don't think that she is that dangerous'.

"Hey Boomer I just thought of something" Butch smirked. "What?" Boomer cautiously asked, Brick raised a brow knowing that look. "I bet our pen pals might be hot" the raven haired teen said while flinging a pencil across the room and dodging the glare he received from the teacher.

"Stop being disrespectful Butch" Brick shook his head in displeasure. His brothers even being born on the same day as him were nothing like him, they were a lot less mature and acted like they did when the were kids.

The fact that Brick was highly intelligent wasn't hard to miss either. He had to be if he wanted to go to college for psychology and become a psychiatrist. He wanted to help those like Blossom, who needed someone who would understand mental health and not abuse it.

"Alright class be ready! We leave at 7: 30 tomorrow to the asylum and will be back by 4:00 so bring things you may need" as the teacher finished her sentence the bell rang.

To be continued

*oh shit got real X3 sorry I haven't posted in a few days, I spent a couple days camping. Well I hope you enjoyed*