Sorry this chapter's a bit short, but I figured anything was better than nothing since I keep getting the death threats. =D

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"Ryan-"

"They really don't want me to be around them anymore do they, that's why they sent me here? I finally pushed them too far and completely lost any trust they had in me. I should have known it would happen soon or later, I should have known it would be a whole lot sooner than later."

"They were here for you as long as they could be, but they had things they had to take care of in Newport. Everything's just happening a little to suddenly, for everyone, and they thought that you could use a bit of space from them."

"So they're having me locked up in some hospital so I can be babysat by someone who should have never bothered to help me in the first place? This is worse than my parents and my brother leaving me, at least when they left, they left me with a little bit of freedom. I wasn't locked in some room in a state I've never even been to before."

"The doors not locked and you have your freedom, but if you keep pushing your body and don't take a moment to let the wounds heal, you're just going to keep ending up in the same place. They thought bringing you here, getting you away from everything in California will give you a little more breathing space and room to start sorting out things."

"You mean they brought me here so that some shrink can try and pick at my thoughts, act like he knows what's going on with me when all he really knows is what's in my files, and believe me, that doesn't even begin to cover everything that's happened to me in the past. You people look at me and think that you've got it all figured out, but all of you are wrong."

"So explain it to me Ryan, enlighten all of us. We're trying to help you-"

"How the hell is any of this helping?"

"You're talking aren't you? Everything you've said in the past few minutes is proof that you're not only capable of sideways glares and only a few short words. I know you've got something to say, something you're really wanting to get out, so go for it."

My heads pounding from all the yelling that's going on, and I try to ignore Jimmy as I turn over in the bed with my back to him. He's not getting me to talk, he's the last person that's going to get me to talk and he better understand that really quickly. I don't want to be here, but if I really have to be and have no choice, I don't want him to be here with me.

"Gentlemen, do you mind if I ask what all the shouting is about? There are other people here besides yourselves, show a little respect next time."

The somewhat familiar voice of Dr. Jenkins appears from behind me as the door quietly closes, and I keep my back to both men as Jimmy explains that 'it was nothing'. The doctor doesn't believe his excuse for one moment as he asks him to step out into the hallway to give him a moment alone with me, and I feel a ball of nerves beginning to twist itself up in my stomach.

"Ryan, would you care to give me a bit of insight as to why you and Mr. Cooper were yelling in such a manner?"

The doctor sits in the seat that's right in front of where I'm facing, and I watch him closely as he crosses his legs and lets his clipboard rest on one knee, his pen unconsciously moving around between his fingers.

I hate this man, I hate him for bringing me back to a place where I don't want to be. I was safe in that dark closet tucked away in the depths of my mind, and he forced me back here. It's been two days and I have yet to talk to him, no matter how much he tries to get me to open up. I don't know him and he doesn't know me, so he had no right to do what he did.

"You can't just keep your thoughts and feelings bottled up forever, one day it might cause you to explode and hurt those around you that you don't intentionally want to hurt."

"And who would that be? People hurt me all the time, why can't I do it to them?"

He looks slightly surprised that I actually used my vocal chords, and after a moment of thought, he opens his mouth to speak again.

"Two wrongs don't make a right, Ryan."

"Yeah and a degree in psychology doesn't necessarily make you a good doctor, just someone who thinks he knows more about people then what he really does."

"It doesn't matter what I think, what matters is what you think of yourself and your feelings, everything you do is linked to a feeling. Hitting Sandy Cohen, a feeling of anger and betray. Telling Kirsten Cohen that she's just like your mother, a feeling of mistrust and fear towards your childhood."

"Is that why the Cohen's think I did it, because of some hidden feelings that relate them to my past? They're wrong if that's what they think, I told Kirsten exactly how I felt about her drinking, there was nothing hidden about that."

"And Sandy? From what I understand, you've never shown any physical violence towards your adopted family until that night. Seth said that you just lashed out at his father and took off."

Lashed out? He wouldn't let me leave the fucking house. He was trying to keep me a prisoner there, he was the one that was assaulting me by pushing me back the way he was, I was just learning from previous experience and hitting him before he could get a chance to do it to me.

The doctor's looking at me expectantly, waiting for an answer, and I feel the anger quickly building in me. Why do I have to explain any of my actions to him, he really thinks I'm going to tell him every little aspect about my life just so he can go back to the Cohen's and filter the information back to them?

"If they want to know why I did or do anything, they can come ask me themselves instead of hiding behind some doctor. I'm through talking to you, so why don't you just get out of here and stop wasting my time. Better yet, why don't you just let me out of here and it will save us all a bit of time."

"Unfortunately I can't do that. Based on the assessment I received from the psychologist that saw you in the emergency room in California, you're a high risk to yourself and others around you. Mr. Cooper told me he found you on the beach on the brink of dieing and you tried to refuse help from him, in the emergency room you panicked and pulled your I.V's out of your wrists, and you have continuously prevented your injuries from healing."

I can't believe this, they think I'm going to harm others? Nothing he just said was any proof of that, just because I hit Sandy once, I'm all of a sudden some criminal who enjoys going out and beating the crap out of people? They're basically saying I'm my parents, wanting to go out and hurt people for no reason.

"I can see that you still need a bit of time to let this all sink in, but I hope you understand that the Cohen's are just trying to do what's best for you and your health. They said that they would come down in a few weeks after you're a bit more settled in and out of the infirmary, and until then Mr. Cooper will be here so you won't feel completely alone. Maybe you could give talking to him a shot, he seems to want to help as much as the Cohen's do."

Hardly, he's just here to report to the Cohen's every little thing I do, just like the doctor. There's no way I'm going to settle into this place, it's a fucking insane asylum and I can think of at least one other person who deserves to be here more than I do.

The doctor stares at me for a few seconds, obviously trying to figure out what I'm thinking, and after a while he silently stands up and walks over to the door, carrying his clipboard with him and nodding his head at me before walking out, leaving me alone in the quiet of the room and the chaos of my mind.

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