"She doesn't speak to anyone. She only lays there, staring at you, like her eyes are boring into you. That pain in her eyes... it was almost too much for me to handle. Goodness gracious, just thinking of all the possible things that could have happened to her!"

"Do they know of anything that's happened to her?" asked Reya. They were both sitting up in bed, talking about what had happened.

"She won't say anything."

"How could anyone hurt a girl that young? It's just sick," she muttered, lying down.

"I don't know," he said, shaking his head. "Tomorrow I'm going to go visit her and see if she's started talking yet."

"Will they let you?"

"They said they would."

"Psychiatric hospitals aren't fun," muttered Reya, and he looked at her.

"You've been in one?"

"Yeah. I thought you knew that."

"When?"

"Before we started dating. A few days after I told my mom I was cutting. You honestly didn't know that?"

"No, I didn't. You never told me."

"I could've sworn I did."

"You didn't."

"Huh. Well, it's not like it's a huge surprise anyway."

"Back then it wouldn't have been," he admitted, and she sat up, looking at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.

"Hmm?"

"You think I was a psycho-path?"

"I never said that," he said, making a face

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"You said it wasn't a surprise that I was placed in a psyche ward."

"What I meant was... it's no surprise that you ended up being hospitalized for your... condition."

"Because I was a psycho-path?"

"Yes- NO! What are you doing to me?" he whined and buried his face in the pillow, much to her amusement.

"Well thanks, now I know how you really feel."

"You're the one who calls me crazy all the time," he said, looking over at her. "If anyone's going to complain, it'll be me."

"Oh, and you've suffered greatly?"

"I might have," he said. "All that negative feedback I get from you could've caused damage."

"Well I'll try not to bother your pretty little head anymore."

"See? That right there! Negative feedback." She rolled her eyes an snickered.

"Ninny," she muttered.
"Psycho." She shot up and he leapt out of bed. "I'm sleeping on the couch!" he announced, running before she could pounce on him, and she sat back, laughing, and shaking her head.

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"She's still not talking," said the nurse as she walked with Willy to the psychiatric unit. "We made a small breakthrough though. She smiled at a Smurf cartoon this morning." He grinned and was lead into the main room where patient were in their own groups playing board games (special ones without sharp pieces) or others were in the TV room, watching cartoons on a TV with a sheet of strong glass in front of it so no one would try to throw it (which had happened before). Jane Doe sat by herself with a sketch pad and pencils, scribbling meaningless lines on the paper. "Good luck," said the nurse, and Willy nodded, walking over to her and sitting down.

"Hello," he said, grunting as he lowered himself to the ground. He was getting too old for this.

"Remember me?" She didn't answer or look at him. "My name is Willy Wonka. I'm the one who found you in the alley." Her eyes strayed up to him, and she looked at him briefly before looking down at the paper in her hands. "You like to draw?" She didn't answer. "My wife draws a lot. She never lets me see them." She continued scribbling and didn't say anything. "Can I see?" She pulled the sketchpad close to her chest protectively and he nodded, sitting back. "Okay." Sighing, she closed up the pad and set it down on the floor next to her, staring at him for a minute. There was a checker box next to her and he gestured to it. "Wanna play?" She didn't say anything, but her eyes seemed to say yes, so he pulled it over, opening it. "I'll be red," he said, somehow guessing she'd want black. They set up the board together and he made the first move.

"My daughter, Deborah, she used to play this game a lot when she was younger. She's an adult now, hard to believe, ready for college too. But she had a checkers game when she was younger and we played all the time." Jane moved her piece, and jumped over six of his. He sat there, blinking a few times and watched as she took off the pieces. "I'll take it you play a lot then," he said glancing up at her. She didn't respond, not even with a look, and they continued playing. Within minutes she had him beat, and he looked at her in amazement. She smirked and started to reset the board. "That was just warming up," said Willy. "I'll get it this time." They played again, and she beat him in under five minutes. "Drat..." he muttered and looked at her. "How do you do that?" Of course, she didn't answer, but sat back, glancing over at the wall. "Do you like chocolate?" Finally, he could confirm she was like any otherpureblood girl, because the minute he said that, her eyes shot right at him. He pulled out a Wonka bar from his pocket and handed it to her. She tore into it like a raccoon tears into a garbage can, and took a large bite of the chocolate. So she wasn't skinny because of an eating disorder, he concluded. Otherwise she'd have either rejected it, or read over the calories before eating it slowly. "My daughter and my wife are chocolaholics too. They'll do anything for chocolate. I once bribed my daughter from running away from home with a Wonka bar." She pointed to the large WONKA on the bar and then at him. "What? Oh, I get it. Yes, I made that." She sat back again and continued to eat the Wonka bar, a part of her seeming to brighten up. The intercom clicked on and a voice said, "All right, everyone. It's time for group so meet in the main room." Jane rolled her eyes and Willy stood up slowly, grunting again as his joints ached.

"I'll come back again tomorrow, if that's all right with you." She looked at him and gestured to the bar. "I'll bring another one with me, yes." She nodded and walked off to join the group.
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