Here's chapter 3~~~

Tsuna looked at the white wall in front of her. The police had been shocked when they came to the house. She was immediately brought to the hospital as well. They had contemplated putting her in the mental ward for observance, since she did kill her father after being locked in the basement for eight years. But they decided to try and get her back to health first.

She's been in the hospital for about a four months now. She had gained enough weight so she wasn't sunken in, but she was still really skinny. When they first brought her in, they had struggled to brush her hair. Eventually they had to cut it a bit. Now only hanging to her hips. It was down to her ankles.

She had a therapist come and try to talk to her. After a session with him, she was diagnosed with schizophrenia and severe depression. He wrote her multiple prescriptions. He had made sure to come and talk quite often. She kinda liked him, since he seemed to care at least a tiny bit. Not that he knew.

He had tried really hard to talk to her about how she killed her father and such. He tried to talk to her about her mother as well. He had told her a month after she had been in the hospital, they had found her mother in another state. She was in prison for many many years for child abuse and multiple other charges.

She was currently on about six different meds that she didn't even know the name of. She just took them because they told her too. She often felt drowsy and really out of it.

Tsuna looked down at her hand. The back of it was scarred up from being scratched at so much. She wanted to pull off the little things hooking her to the machine. She was in her white robe thingie in the hospital bed.

They had a TV on in the corner of the room but she paid no attention to it. Most of what she did all day was stare at the wall across from her or sleep. Every now and again she they would make her walk around and try to do exercise to gain some muscle.

She glanced away from the blank white wall and stared at a small dog in the corner of the room. It had an eye hanging out. Plus the wagging of the tail made it sway back and forth. It stood up and it started chasing it's tail. She winced as it bit down so hard on it's tail that it was bit off. It then sat down as blood started leaking on the floor and started chewing on it's tail. She turned away from the dog to look back at the wall.

Her head moved slightly as she glanced at the door as it opened. A nurse came walking in. "Hey there, how are you doing?"

Tsuna shrugged and watched as she moved to check the machines. She never really talked to anyone if she didn't have to. She was quite glad when the voices had stopped talking so much. Now they only talked every now and again.

"Did you take your meds?" She nodded at the nurse. The nurse smiled brightly at her and patted her on the head. "Good girl."

Tsuna flinched at the touch and the nurses smile faltered. "Can you get me some ice for my water?"

The woman nodded and grabbed her cup and left the room. Tsuna sighed when the woman left. She hated the way they looked at her.

Not soon after, the nurse came back in and handed her her cup with water. The nurse smiled at her and left the room.

Tsuna put the cup aside and leaned forward. She lifted her pillow and grabbed a napkin that had something in it. She un-wadded the napkin and a bunch of pills fell into her hand. She had been hiding a bunch of the pills they gave her. They hadn't even noticed she wasn't taking them.

She popped them into her mouth and nearly choked from the large amount. She downed the cup of water. She immediately felt her stomach go queasy.

She coughed as her heart monitor started beeping faster. Tsuna lifted a shaking hand to her mouth. She jerked sideways and leaned over the side of the bed. She vomited. She moaned as the door slammed open and a few nurses came in.

Her body started to spasm as her eyes started to droop. She had been saving those pills for awhile now. She groaned as a nurse tried to get her to open her eyes. She swiped at the hand and turned over and curled up into a ball. She ignored the shuffling around her vision started going back.

"So Tsuna, why did you take the pills?" They had realized she had an overdose. They then figured the only way for that to happen was her hiding her pills.

She sat in a chair across from a nicely dressed man. She was in sweats and a large long sleeve t-shirt. Her hair was down and messy. She hadn't brushed it. She hated wearing short clothing. They usually made her wear short clothing to become used to her scars. But today she had gotten away with these clothing.

The therapist didn't know much about her. Only that she came from a severely abusive home. She was rescued about a month ago. He had been told she was kept in the basement as well. Other than that, he had no details.

She glanced at her 'therapist' and looked away. She wouldn't answer. He sighed and ruffled his hair. "You know your on a strict suicide watch now."

She drew her bare feet on the couch she was on and rested her cheek on it. She ignored him in favor of watching a small black cat in the corner of the room. She figured she was hallucinating since he paid no attention when it started crawling up the wall.

He frowned when he realized she was looking at something. He looked to where she was watching. There was nothing there. "Have you at least been taking your meds for the hallucinations?"

She turned from the creepy cat and stared at him. "They don't work." He paused as she stared him in the eye. It was the first eye contact he's had from her since they started.

"Well, what if we prescribe you a higher dose?" He was surprised when she suddenly sneered at him. "I said they don't fucking work. Why would I keep taking them if they don't do shit?"

He blinked. That was the first time he heard her say more than one sentence at a time. Guess she had a potty mouth then.

"Maybe if we give you something else and try it out then-" He was cut off as she glared at him. "Shut up."

"Excuse me?" He gaped as she jumped from her chair. "I said shut up. I don't want your fucking pills. I don't want your help. I just want the fuck out of this hell hole!" He stood up when she kicked the table over. He pressed a small button on a device hanging on his pant to let them know he needed help.

"I want out of this place. White white white! Everything's so fucking white. I hate white! Everything's so freaking annoying. I want just. Want. Out." She grabbed a vase from the table and threw it at the wall and it shattered to pieces.

He flinched and pressed the button again. What was taking so long? She moved to the table and grabbed the stapler and threw it at him.

She hissed when the door slammed open and a couple men came in. They assessed the situation and immediately went to grab for her. She cussed them out and tried to move away from them. "Stupid ass bitch! LET GO!"

She tried to wiggle out of the grip of one of the men. She started scratching and clawing. He grabbed her wrist and held them in a bruising grip.

"Hey be easy with her-" The therapist looked at the man warily. He was being awfully rough.

"Shut up. Your the one that wanted help." He furrowed his eyebrows. The other men that came in, watched with a bored look as she was manhandled.

Tsuna screamed as she was carried out of the room. The man who was carrying her was holding her arms really tight. She suddenly froze when he bent down and whispered in her ear. "Shut the fuck up bitch. I 've had a bad day and your making it ten times worse. Quite making my job hard. Now be a good bitch and shut up and quit wiggling.

Tsuna's mind started racing. It sounded so much like papa. Papa. Tears started flowing and she started to struggle harder. She felt hysterical.

"Papa. Papa I'm sorry. I'm m sorry please don't hit me! I'll be quite. I''ll shut up papa. Sorry. Please don't hit me papa! Please!" The man who was holding her stopped in surprise and turned to the guys beside him. The therapist came running out of the room.

"Let go of her right now!" He released her and she crumpled to the floor. The man suddenly got a view of the numerous scars covering her as her shirt rose up. He felt guilt rise up.

She shivered and sobbed as she curled up into a fetal position. "Mama please stop papa. Please momma. Papa please stop. Please. I don't want to be in the basement. I don't want anymore bugs. They taste gross. They bite my tongue. Papa are you happy now? I'm not bothering you anymore.

The men stared in shock as she started rambling. This had never happened before.

"I'm sorry papa. I caught a mouse because it bit my foot. It squeaked and wriggled and just kept moving around. They told me to eat it. I was so hungry papa. So hungry. I know I'm a pig. I'm sorry! I felt so sick afterward. I threw it up. I stayed with the bugs after papa"

The therapist bent down and looked over at a nurse that was running to see what was happening. "Go get a doctor!" She nodded and scurried off. He whipped around to glare at the men. They shrunk at the stare. The therapist made sure to pay attention to everything she said.

"Hahah. I don't think the bugs liked me either. Papa can I come out now? I'll be a good girl. I don't like it here. It's too dark. But wait- I think I like the dark now. It so calm. The light means your going to come down. Maybe you'll finish it then. Will you kill me papa? I'll be out of your way then papa!"

The therapist stared at the men in anger. "After this, be prepared to find another job." They looked away and the two who had been standing there left the hallway.

The man who had man handled her stood here uncomfortably for a moment before leaving as well. He looked back at the girl guiltily as she rambled on. He felt like crap.

"It's so dark. So dark papa. I used to be afraid papa. Then you came down and you where really going to end it. Haha But I got the knife papa. You died instead. Hehehe."

The therapist stood up as the doctor came running over with the nurse. "What happened?" He scowled and watched as the doctor started checking her vitals.

"She started throwing stuff in the room while we where talking. I called for help and the man who came in manhandled her. He dragged her out and I seen him whisper something to her. I couldn't hear what he said, but afterward she break down. She's been talking nonstop since."

The doctor nodded and gently tried to pick the girl up. "I'll have you updated once she's taken care of. We'll have to put her in an asylum. We've been contemplating it for a while now. This just decided that she's definitely leaving though."

The therapist gritted his teeth. He wanted to help this girl. She had stopped rambling and was only murmuring now. "Will I be able to follow her where ever you put her?" The doctor shook his head and they jogged down the corridor.

"I doubt it." They came up to a room and her set her down on the bed. He grabbed a syringe and filled it with a liquid. He injected it into her arm. She stopped talking completely and her whole body relaxed as she was put to sleep. The doc un-curled her and laid her on her back.

"When will she be transferred?" The therapist sat in the chair next to her and watched as the doc hooked her up to the machines.

"As soon as we figure where to put her. A couple doctors have had her since she's been moved in. We'll have to talk and see what's best. I personally think an Asylum is best." The doctor looked at the girl.

The therapist furrowed his brow. He seemed almost uncaring. What was wrong with this guy? The asylum would practically trap her. Very very rarely did anyone get released from there. If she thought this was a hell-hole then that would be the devils personal room.

"You don't give a shit where she goes huh?" The doc glanced at him curiously. "And you do? This is just another patient to me. She's a bothersome one as well. I'm not doing anything to harm her though. All I do is do my job."

The therapist sneered at the doctor. He was mad that he couldn't do anything to help her. She would be shipped off and he couldn't do a thing about it. The poor girl was being thrown to the wolves.

The doc left the room and the therapist leaned back in the chair and rubbed his face. He glanced at Tsuna lying on the bed and sighed. He stood up and wiped the tears from her face. He examined her. She was covered in scars. The back of one of her hands where scarred up, and she had a scar on her jaw as well. Her arms, surprisings only had a few nicks here and there. He knew though- that underneath her cloths, she was covered with them.

She was awfully cute for all the scars though. Her face had filled back out. If she wanted she could be scary as well. When she had thrown the vase she had looked him in the eye. It froze him to the core. She had such rage. He had been confused when he realized it wasn't directed at him.

He felt bad for her. He had grown attached to her for the past month. She probably hated him too. He smiled and shook his head.

Hopefully they wouldn't put her in the asylum.

How was it!?

ALSO: IMPORTANT: Im putting up another story tha thas the same abuse pattern, but she gets out a different way. It leads to a different story as well :D If you will, please go and check it out! I'll have it up soon~