My Twisted World

Disclaimer: Not mine, blah blah blah, no profit.

Summary: What if Buffy really was in a mental institution, just like in "Normal Again"? My take on what might have happened during her life in the REAL world. My first Btvs fic. Please RnR!

Author's Notes: Here's the second part of my story, sorry for the delay but I got my share of problemssighs I want to thank Ellie Ashton for the review. I'm glad you like it so far, hopefully you'll like this part.

Warning: This story is not beat-read and it was written in hurry. So be warned!

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Chapter One: Back Home.

Weeks Before…

"Can't you do anything?" The sorrow filled her voice as she fought back the tears that threatened to fall. She felt a firm, supportive squeeze and she squeezed the hand, which held hers, back, glancing at its owner before focusing on the doctor.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Summers." The doctor said sincerely, he hated when he had to break such news to the hopeful families. "But I do believe that your daughter's stay here with us is not helping her any better than her stay back at home."

"But-but," she took in a shaky breath, "You said you maybe able to help her. We've moved her away from home so you could help her!"

"That's the keyword, maybe. I was hoping I could bring your daughter back, but nothing seems to achieve that goal." He sighed, "I advise you take her back home, she might come out of it. And it is better if she is back at familiar surroundings."

"Familiar surroundings?" Mr. Summers seethed, "We've pulled her out of those familiar surroundings you're talking 'bout, because you said you'd bring her back."

The doctor shook his head, "I'm terribly sorry, sir, but that is the risks of my career. We are never sure what we could do for a patient until we try. I had promised to try and help her out, but wherever she is, she does not want to leave that place."

"You mean you can't help my baby girl?" Tearful eyes stared at him, and he could not help but avert his eyes.

"I'm awful sorry, Mrs. Summers, but I don't think you're daughter would ever snap back to reality."

A cry of despair ranged through the hallways of LA mental institution followed by muffled sobbing. A mother grieving still, the loss of her daughter.

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She blinked slowly, staring blankly at the ceiling above her, not seeing it. Her blonde hair lay on the pillow in waves, grown long after the years without a haircut. If she were to be conscious, she would have been surprised at the length of her beautiful hair, since she used to like it shorter before running away to her world. Her breaths were deep and regular, as if she were sleeping with her eyes open.

A hand caressed the top of her head, but she did not respond to the contact, instead she kept staring at the world, which was not there. She blinked once again, taking another deep breath. The hand stopped moving and trailed down to the warm cheek, cupping it.

"Buffy, baby, it's mommy." The soft voice whispered directly in her ear, but nothing showed that she heard. "Would you look at mommy, dear? How about you say something to mommy?"

Slow blink. Deep breath.

"Baby?"

No response.

Joyce Summers sighed and looked up at her husband from her seat, he was standing behind her with a hand on her shoulder. She smiled faintly, and continued to talk to her daughter. "Do you want to hear some good news, baby? We're taking you back home with us, yes, no more staying here all alone while we are in Sunnydale. No, now you get to come back with us and we will visit you every single day. I promise. You'll see, when you're home you will be better. You will feel better." She restarted to caress her hair, "Don't worry, everything will be okay."

She kissed the smooth forehead of the young woman and stood up. Joyce allowed her husband to circle her waist with his arms, supporting her own weight. She looked at the doctor grimly and nodded…

They could move her daughter now.

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His door was knocked, the sound of knuckles rapping on the wood vibrating in his office. He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes wearily and gave permission to the knocker to come in. He adjusted his glasses to look at the young man before him; he was nineteen in age and had brown eyes and dark hair. His goofy grin was his trademark, for it was hard to maintain one while working in the facility.

When he recognized the young man, he said. "Come on in!"

"Hey," He grinned at his boss, "And how are you doin' today?"

"Fine, fine. Thanks for asking." He gestured for him to sit down, "How about you? I hope you are having a pleasant day."

He slumped into the black chair, which was set before the doctor's desk.

"Sure, same old same." He leaned forward in his seat, and handed the doctor a think file.

"A new one?"

"Yes, we are expecting her to come here in a few days. She's being moved from LA to here. Apparently she was a resident here before, but her folks decided to take her over there, try to get her a better therapy."

"It did not give the expected results, I guess."

"Yep, so they decided to bring her back home." The younger man relaxed in his chair and yawned. "I'm so damn tired, I could sleep a whole week."

"If you try to get some sleep instead of staying up all night with your lady friend, you would not be as much tired."

The younger man grinned from ear-to-ear. "You have met her, haven't you?"

"Yes, I had the pleasure. Quite a remarkable woman."

"Yep, that she is." He stood up and stretched. "Anyways, gotta go. Got some errands to run, y'know, the usual stuff."

"Indeed, I do." The doctor nodded.

"Alright, see you 'round, Giles."

"Have a good day, Mr. Harris."

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A/N: Hope you've like this one guys, there are more to come! Please, tell me what you think. Thanks for reading. Sorry about whatever errors you might have found, because this piece was written in a hurry. Finished it in fifteen minutes, which is a record for me ;) Chapter two is on its way.