The drive wasn't extremely interesting. Kagome listened to her CD player the entire way, and her mother let her words fall upon deaf ears. Kagome knew where they were going-she'd been with Souta three times. She knew exactly what she was about to go through, and she wasn't looking forward to it at all.
She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, they'd pulled in front of a small red house in front of the bigger buildings. The red house contained several red rooms, where Kagome would be interviewed and otherwise inspected.
The wait for her interview was long, and boring, as the waits usually were. She saw other people going in and out, but none of them were her age, so she didn't concern herself with them; if they made it in, they'd be going somewhere else.
There was a tv on, playing some sports show that no one was paying attention to, and if she listened close she could hear the faint buzzing from the radio at the receptionist's desk. Otherwise, there was nothing for her to pay attention to, outside of her CD player and a book. It seemed like forever until the woman finally called her name.
She was led into one of the many red rooms, and her mother sat on a couch, wile Kagome put distance between them by taking a seat in the chair instead. This didn't go unnoticed by the woman interviewing her, who made a small note on her yellow legal pad.
"So, Kagome, why are you here?" she asked, thankfully not taking the same tone she'd take if she were talking to a three year old, but still asking the same patronizing questions.
"Well, I've been having suicidal thoughts, because I'm a useless person who doesn't deserve to live." Kagome said truthfully, preparing to recite the same story of her life she told whenever she had to see these people, that she assumed meant to help her.
"Ah, I see," the woman said, asking her next question, "and does that mean you've got depression?"
Her mother answered this question for her, "Well, we've had her evaluated before, and we think she's bipolar, like me."
The woman nodded, and with a flick of her hand, tossed her hair over her shoulder, revealing a name tag.
"You're name is Ayumi? I have a friend named Ayumi," Kagome said, momentarily distracted from
"Ah, I didn't tell you my name! Forgive me," Ayumi said, "I'm Ayumi Akamatsu. You're observant, hmm?"
Kagome just smiled, embarrassed, as her mother nodded happily, "Oh yes, Kagome has always been very bright."
What happened next was the retelling of Kagome's life, from her father's abuse to the numerous sexual encounters she'd had as a child.
"Well," the woman said, "I think you're right about her having bipolar disorder. I also think she may have PTSD."
"PTSD?" Kagome and her mother asked at the same time.
"Yes, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Her dad hit her?"
"Yes," Kagome's mother said sadly, most likely remembering the times that she never stopped him.
"And your best friend's son raped and molested her for years?"
"Well," Kagome spoke up, playing with the hem of her shirt, "I was only raped once, but he molested me up until I was twelve."
"Ah. Well, here's your last two questions Kagome. Do you want to be here?"
Kagome looked nervously around the room. She knew if she just agreed with them she'd probably get out quicker. And the idea of being able to miss even more school without getting in trouble was great. Besides, it's not like it mattered what she thought anyway. They'd take her whether she wanted to be there or not. With a sigh, she answered.
"Well, I don't really want to be here. But, I know that it'll help me, and I could quit feeling so depressed all the time. I think I really need to learn some coping skills, because I don't have any. Nothing but my music, you know?"
The woman smiled, "Well, that answers my second question. You want to learn coping skills? That's a great idea Kagome. Now, you say you've been to an institution before?"
Kagome merely nodded, preparing herself for the fact that she was about to be admitted.
"Alright Kagome. I'm going to have to have you sign these papers, but be sure to read over them first. They state your rights as a patient and the rules of the hospital."
Kagome didn't really bother to read through the list-she knew she had no rights. Well, none that she really cared about. As she put her name on the last line a woman appeared in the doorway with a clipboard.
"Okay then. Well, Miss March is going to be assisting in the inspection, so you can go ahead with her, while I have a few words with your mother, okay Kagome?"
Kagome nodded, and left the room with the inspector. She hated this part more than anything. She walked across the hall to another room that looked slightly like her school's nurse's office, where another woman sat waiting.
"Okay Kagome? Do you have any scars or piercings or tattoos?" Miss March asked.
"Well, I have this...thing...on my left knee. And I have two pierces in my right ear, and one in my left."
They both nodded, and the other woman wrote it down. She braced herself for the words that she knew were about to come.
"Alright Kagome, we're going to need you to take you clothes off, starting with your shirt." Kagome nodded, and tugged it over her head.
"Now bend forward."
Once again, she did as she was told, bending over so that the inspectors could make sure nothing fell out of her bra.
"Okay then. Pull off your pants now."
She took the jogging pants off, now left in nothing but sandals, underwear and a bra. She really hated this part of the admission. She took her clothes back, and quickly slipped them on just as there was a knock on the door.
"Kagome? We're driving up to the main building now. Is the inspection over?"
Miss March answered for her, and the door swung open, revealing Ayumi and her mother. With a sigh, Kagome followed her mother to their car as they drove up to the building she'd be staying in. She noted that the sky was losing its light, and by time she actually got with the rest of the patients that it would be about time to go to sleep.
A/N: Okay, if you've ever been to "Kimberfield" you'll know that I changed a few things here. No particular reason for that, except it made it easier if I wrote all that happening in one building. Usually they make you strip once you get to the building where all the people are staying. Either way, I hate that. They wanted to take the underwire out of my bra. I'm not partially fond of that damned thing, but no underwire = BLEH.
If you're wondering, there may be a few days in between when chapters are updated, because I'm also working on my seven other stories. ^^ For a list/schedule, please refer to my profile, yes?
Once I get Kagome to actually meet everyone, the chapters should start getting longer, but knowing me, they may not. If you're wondering, I actually remembered to put Shippou in here. Poor thing will have to represent all the children in the ward. XD; (Not that there won't be other children, but he'll be the ones *I* knew)
Goldeyes: Thank you! I'm trying to keep this story as realistic as possible. ^^
Sora Moto: Once again, thanks! ^^ I haven't read that book actually. Is it good?
Fg13: Yep, a lot more characters are going to be showing up, including Kouga, although he won't be in this story, sadly, I'm saving him for the sequel. I don't hate Inu-Yasha. I think he's kinda cute. XD; But Kikyou can just burn. BURN!
I'd like Kouga a lot more if he didn't set his wolves off to kill Rin...but he's cute enough to make up for that. ^^;
