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A/N - Well, here goes another chapter, right out the window. ::sighs:: Now I say this sincerely when I say I despise this chapter. About halfway through I pondered whether or not I should delete it and start over. Me being the lazy bum that I am decided to keep it with a few changes. Mef. I should've deleted it. Oh well, can't change the past, can we? Well, while I mumble on about how my happy midget army and I will take over the world, my subconscious being will send energy waves to create the Author's Response Corner! (Beware my power!)

Emily - Yes, it sucks, doesn't it? But I try to make this story realistic, and yes, people do that in reality. I know some that would do things like that in a heartbeat if you get on their bad side . But you also must remember that this is in her point-of-view, so some things may be exaggerated and/or made up so that she can explain why things happened. Remember to keep that in mind.
Katia - Heh . . . Survivor: Albany, Oregon XD My friend Lex used to live up there, somewhere. I'm sorry you didn't have a good time though. ::offers consolation donut:: I went camping the weekend before last, and it sucked because we went with a group and my parents were always on my case. I empathize. Thanks for the compliments . and I'm sorry to hear your Language Arts teacher is the pits. I guess there's at least one every year . Don't even get me started on Man-beast . . . Have a wonderful summer! (P.S. - for gosh sakes girl, introduce your cousin to Kurama! Just be sure to tell them that he's mine.)
Nefus de Twilight - Hey thar! Love your story . Well, author's response . . . yeah, stay on track stupid! . . . yeah, it's a rule, English teachers byte. And thanks for the compliment! The nurse symbolizes something . . . if you can guess, you get . . . uh, a penguin! Yeah . . . a plush penguin . . . ::shifty eyes:: No problem for the story plug . You rawk.
Anime Creature - Updating! Thanks for liking her name! Just thought it was pretty . . . sort of made it up myself! Be proud of me :D

That's about it. But 4! Can you believe it, 4 REVIEWS! ::dies:: I love you all, really I do! I guess that's about it for right now, until next time . . . the grass is greener in my yard then yours!

Recap: My shoulders were being pushed down by one man as another tightly pulled a leather strap over them. The same procedure followed for near my waist and knees, and then my ankles. There was nothing I could do as the men strapped me down in the bed and the nurse shouted commands before I was pushed farther and farther away from the room. I looked back one last time to see the boy still on the floor with a badly bruised cheek as we turned a corner and he was gone.


Onegai
Chapter 8 - My Roots go Deep

Everything around me just began to blur as I heard voices all around, speaking at once but not saying anything coherent. My eyelids felt heavy as I blinked a few times, trying to clear my view of the world. There was a bright light as I saw shadows running back and forth, back and forth, back and forth . . . all seeming to have nothing better to do but that. A few things that were spoken echoed in my ears--psychiatric help, fractured, Jane, and doe--the few words I could understand. The rest sounded like words only the smart people would know, long words that made no sense to me. I felt a little itch run up into my upper eyelid as I tried to pull my hand up to rub it. My arm was caught under something, and I turned my head into an awkward position to see that it was still under one of those goofy leather straps. I grunted slightly, annoyed, as all movement in the room stopped. I turned my head and made out hazy figures of a few people around me, including that nurse that disgusted me to no end. I grunted again.

"Wh . . . where am I?" I said slowly, trying not to look tired even though I was ounces away from sleep. "What happened to . . . " I stopped. What was his name? I didn't know.

"Good morning," a woman said sweetly, with a little bit of cheer in her voice. "You're in the psychiatric ward."

"This is something to be happy about--why?" I said with an agitated tone, trying to move but still pinned down. "Let me guess. Your official diagnosis is that I'm crazy. Well, I'm not." I stated clearly, trying to muffle a yawn unsuccessfully.

"Nobody's accusing you of being crazy." she said, as happy as ever. I rolled my eyes a little before fidgeting again.

"Why can't I move?" I questioned, slightly struggling a little to bring my hand to my eyes.

"It's a safety precaution. The nurse said you're in an unstable condition." the woman's voice said, beaming. Utterly disgusted, I coughed a little before continuing.

"Well, that nurse is full of it. I demand the chance to at least rub my freaking eyes!" I yelled, trying to wedge one of my arms free so I could at least see who I was talking to. Unable to do so, I sighed heavily and sunk into the mattress, trying to hide.

"First thing's first. What's your name?" she said from behind me, her voice moving around as she walked.

"My name?"

"Yes, your name. Everyone has one." she said pleasantly, with the ring to her voice that I found most irritating.

"Well, I don't." I said coldly, closing my eyes in a failed attempt to clear my vision so I could at least have the opportunity to glare maliciously at this woman. "Call me what you will."

The woman shut up for a second, a silence that I found most tranquil and welcome, but before long it was broken by her agitating temperament. "That's against protocol. I can't just keep calling you Jane Doe, can I?" She laughed a little and I snorted, trying once again to sink beneath the cloth of the bed.

"Sure, you can," I said softly, "but you won't. So why not just call me It?"

My mind suddenly whirred and spun inside my head, making me dizzy and slightly lightheaded. That's it! I gasped slightly as I went back farther and remembered something from long ago. I was very little–I knew this because everything seemed so big around me–and I was playing in the grass. I heard a voice call for me, but it didn't use a name. "C'mere you! Hey! It! Gettova here!" I heard a man scream, slurring a little in a positive identification of drunkenness. I skipped over to him cheerfully and smiled, replying with the innocence of a child.

"What is it you need, daddy?"

BAM!

The silence of the moment before compared to the boom of the moment afterward was like comparing light and dark, sky and dirt, morning and night. I clasped my hand to the cheek that had just been pummeled, falling to the ground. I looked back up at his towering figure to find that he was half smiling above me, rocking back and forth. "Thasswhatcha git fer not coming when I call you!"

My childlike innocence had been stolen away by a man who cared nothing but for himself. Slowly, my life unraveled itself to me, but I had to work my way up from the bottom now and relearn everything I used to know.

"Miss!"

I took a long breath in, opening my eyes and seeing a woman above me, the voice matching the one that narked me just a few minutes before.

"Miss, are you alright? You were talking and then all of a sudden you just sort of passed out or something . . . " the woman said, apparently concerned with me. Her eyes inspected mine before covering other parts of my face and then looking at a monitor beside the bed. "Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?"

I groaned a little in my throat, trying to get her to stop talking or at least leave me alone for the time being. Turning my head to one side, I coughed a little before opening one eye. "Hm." I said, not knowing how I should answer her question if I wanted to get her out of this room as soon as possible.

"Miss, you need to answer me if you can hear." she stated calmly, reaching over to the counter and grabbing a syringe, filling it with an unknown substance. "Miss, this is your last warning. Can you hear me?"

"Touch me with that syringe and I'll kill you." I said firmly and calmly, shocking her and getting her to take one giant step away from the bed. I heard the clink of the metal syringe falling to the tile, and a gasp slightly emerge from her mouth that never seemed to shut. "Unstrap me now. I wish to leave."

"I'm sorry Miss, I can't do that." she said, a little of the previous shock still trembling in her voice. "I need the doctor's permission."

"Well, go get him." I said very tranquilly, in the same tone as I had used before. I turned to face her, my eyes finally adjusting to my new surroundings, and realized that the nurse was still standing beside her. "And just what do you think you're doing? Don't you have someone else to harass?" I asked in her general direction, trying my hardest to look intimidating though it was hard, seeing as I was still using all my strength to stay awake.

The nurse just stated a general disapproval and noted my weakness, something I couldn't stand. Her lines were somewhere along "not so tough now, are you?", but I wasn't fully paying attention. I was more of dreaming about how I was going to get out of the hospital with no place to go, and also how I was going to find the red-haired boy again. I found myself missing his comforting smile and his crimson tresses, his emerald eyes that always expressed such concern for me and his touch on my hand. A feeling found its way into my stomach making me uneasy, a feeling that my stomach was bouncing around inside my diaphragm. All of a sudden, I didn't feel so well. I turned my head to one side, trying to avoid getting sick.

"Miss? Do you want me to fetch the doctor?"

It was too late. The stomach juices had already evicted themselves from my body, I still coughing them up readily. I no longer felt as sick as before but the smell did not help in settling my malaise. I heard scuffling on the floor as I was pulled up and placed on an entirely different bed by a different man whom I identified to be a security guard. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I felt more at ease and even grinned a little, dancing in my own thoughts. Before I could find myself asleep, though, a doctor came in with the cheerful woman and opened one of my eyes, shining a bright light directly into it. I pushed his hand away, then, closing my eye tightly and flipping over on the bed, buried my face in the pillow. "Go away!" I screamed, "Leave me alone! I want to sleep!"

I heard again just the general blur of before, different tones but all the same dreary droning on. Finding my body tensed, I tried to relax a little slowly, a technique I remember using before, though I didn't remember when. It healed the strain on my muscles as I lost myself in my head, swimming in my own thoughts, though I did not understand. I seemed to float away–far away from where I was and just sit back and watch what was happening played before me. It was a very soothing process. As all this was happening, I felt the doctor turn my head again and look into my eyeball. This time, I did not protest. I simply watched from afar, unaffected by the foreign light, and stayed as laid back as I had before. My head drifted back and forth from idea to idea, thought to though, image to image–and still he stood out. It angered me that it did so, but he stood out from everything else, that boy. Of everything, he was the most clear and clean-cut and I couldn't get him out of my mind, no matter how hard I tried. After a few moments of unsuccessful attempts at clearing my mentation, I gave up. As all this happened, the general mutter of the outside room subdued the air, as I watched and found an outline at the door of someone I never expected to see.


A/N - HA! See? I can do suspenseful ending :P PH33R M3H MY 5U5P3N53FUL 3ND1N95! :D ::loves 1337:: Well, you know the drill. Read and review, please? Tell me what you like/dislike, what you would like to see, what you would like to see changed, and so on and so forth. I will give you a gift if you do!

P.S.- Finals this week! Wish me luck!