Hey!!!!!! A new chapie, this one will be a little more eventful than theprevious one. Hope you lovely reviewers like it.

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The heavy iron door swung open with a sickening high pitched squeak thattold Fred that the door was not opened on a regular basis. The room was dark, with a small amount of light creeping in through the window that was barred and covered in many layers of black fabric and paper. A thin ghostly figure sat on the bed, and noticing the excess light slowly turned towards the door. Just like in the picture they had sent of her, her eyes were completely white. Her skin was practically the same pale shade, which was only extenuated by the wild black hair.

"What do you want?" She demanded ruefully. "Have you brought me another freak to try and fix me? It's not going to work; he'll just end up like
the others. You remember how the others ended up don't you? It looks like you didn't tell dearest Fred this though, did you?"

"Now Emily, darling, be nice. He's here to be your friend," Isabelle said sweetly and then turned and looked nervously at Fred. "How bout we turn on somelights?"

Fred stepped into the room gingerly. Morbid pictures of various winged creatures and death covered the hard, white concrete walls. Charcoal
pencils and paper were strewn all over the desk. Emily wore a plain black shirt and hospital issue pajama bottoms, her head lolled to one side as she stared at Fred. He gulped as he walked over to the bed, uneasily taking a seat.

"I'll leave y'all to get acquainted, m'kay dolls!" Isabelle cooed. With that, she slammed the cold door shut with a bang.

"So...uh...tell me about yourself," Fred began nervously, he didn't like the girl already. She creeped him out, to be honest. "Do you have any brothersor sisters?"

"No, I don't," she said curtly. "Do you have siblings?"

"Yeah," he said uneasily trying not to make eye contact with her.
"I'm the oldest of eight kids. My youngest sisters only seven, there's a bit of an age difference between us but the first five are one right after the
other."

"You're lucky, you have people to look out for you. Like when you get
in trouble they're there for you." She concluded sorrowfully.

"Yeah…I guess."

Suddenly, Fred was struck with a terrible headache. He became dizzy and for some reason terrible memories flooded back to him one by one. His
grandmother's death, his sister's going to the asylum, that day on the hill…

Flashback:
The loud banging did nothing to alleviate the throbbing headache and pain where his left leg attached to his hip.

"Fredrick wake up!" bellowed his mother. "If you don't get up them you'll get no breakfast!"

Fred honestly was not in any mood to eat. He actually felt like he was going to throw up as he crawled out of bed, the sheets catching his long bare legs, as he hobbled towards the dresser. He picked out what appeared to be oldfaded jeans, a green tee-shirt, and a red hoody, but he wasn't sure because the blue and the green and red ran together and blurred. After picking out hisclothes, he stumbled to the bathroom.

"A shower should help me feel better," thought Fred nervously.

He wondered what was, even though he had a strange feeling about what cause his pain. He quickly undressed and leaned his head against the shower wall, letting the hot water hit his back. This did not help at all; it just made him drowsy and put more pressure on his already unsteady legs. Fred once more limped out of the shower and got dressed, but struggling to do so because of his deliriousness it being difficult to put on clothes over wet skin. It was late already, and he knew that he would have to time for the soggy cereal his mother left out for him, and he would hear about it when he got home. Fred's main problem was that the walk to school was about two thirds of a mile, but almost all uphill. Ordinarily this was just a menial chore, especially with the absurd length of his legs, but today he couldn't walk or see very well. He was able to slip out the sliding door in the back of the large three story Victorian house undetected and painfully walked across the lawn, past the lawn gnomes and forgetting that the sprinklers could go on at any moment. Fred didn't know how long he had been walking, when the really pain set in. He couldn't walk and could barely breathe, like someone was choking him from the inside out. He sat down to rest on hill under a tree. Suddenly black spots
blacked out some of his vision, he saw a figure running towards him, but before hehad a chance to respond he blacked out.
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"Is he OK, Mel?" said a female voice. It was soft and sounded full of worry and concern

"He'll be fine, they got rid of the problem." Said this person named Mel, who happened to be Fred's best friend.

"Hey, I saw a twitch. He's awake"

"Jus' cuz my brother, like twitched does not like mean he's awake.You of all people should know that Mel." Commented his sister, Marisa,
obviously trying to make people feel better by joking around but in these situations, it didn't help.

'I guess I have to move.' thought Fred. 'Or else they'll think I've gone and died.'

The pain in his leg was totally gone and so was his headache. He opened one eye. He saw Marisa first; she looked just like Fred only female. She was tall and skinny with black-ish brown curly hair and warm brown eyes. She was 15, and one of the few siblings he got along with. Marisa was sarcastic, but still funny, she always tried to make light of difficult situations and make people laugh. The second person he saw was the infallible Melvin von Welch. He was a short rotund boy with a dreamy bored look about him. He had clear pale skin dirty blonde hair, blue eyes to match, and a high pitch nasally voice for a male that was 17. He, like Marisa, made a point to always be correct and got frustrated when people corrected him. The last person in the room was Mandy. He was the last person he wanted to see him laying in a hospital bed.

"Nice to see that your alive." commented his sister, outwardly happy that her brother was alright.

Mandy immediately hopped up from her seat and hugged Fred, like she was being careful not to hurt him, because she unlike Fred knew what happened.

"What happened, I just remember passing out under that tree and then, well, waking up here." Said Fred. "Do I like have something horrible, like
necrotizing fascitis? 'Cuz that would suck."

"No, you just got your appendix removed, it was pretty cool. They let me watch." Said Marisa gleefully, this was her thing, anything bloody and
medical, she was into. "I should have taped it so that you could see it."

Fred blanched because unlike his sister he could not stand blood and gore and the fact that people, just like him, have had parts of them removed.
He felt nauseous again and rather dizzy. He was beginning to regain feeling in his legs, and felt the tight stitches that held the wound closed.

"I they didn't take it out you would have died, Fred." Said Mel. "It's a good thing we found you when we did."

"Look on the bright side," said Marisa mockingly. "You get to use crutches for a month. I didn't think they made any that long." She was, of course, making fun of his mile long legs that always gave him problems, whether it was looking for clothes or just playing sports, they were an absolute pain.

"Oh, yay," said Fred exasperatedly. "Just one more thing family can mock me for."
A nurse walked into the small room and checked the IV. She wore the typical nurse uniform, a white dress that went to her knees, white socks with white shoes, and white cap that had a red cross on the front that her hair was tucked under. She was young and moderately pretty.

"It's nice to see that your awake, you've been asleep for two days I think." She chirped happily. Her teeth were straight and were a pearly white
when she smiled. "Your parents haven't been around to what I've seen, but your sister was here the entire time. The other one, the one with blonde hair, was also here with the baby." After that she left, white shoes squeaking on the overly shiny white tile floor.

End Flashback

'Why did I just think that,' thought Fred. 'It's not even relevant to the conversation.'

"Can I see the scar?" asked Emily innocently

"What scar?" asked Fred, avoiding the question, and mildly creeped out. 'Maybe I moved and she saw part of it.' He thought

"The one from where you got your appendix removed. I had the same thing, it sucks doesn't it, crutches for a month and the stitches."

"L-l-lets go uhmmm…downstairs to play a game or something." Said Fred, he knew something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what it was. There was more to this girl than what she led on to be. She wasn't a little innocent girl, but more.

"OK!" she jumped up from the bed and scampered out the door and down the smelly creaky stairs to the cafeteria. Fred followed her not so eagerly. He felt tired suddenly and paranoid like someone was watching him. When he reached the cafeteria, the man and woman who he had seen in the hall when he arrived were talking to Emily.

"Is this him dear?" Asked the red haired lady, still hanging on to the arm of the heavily tattooed man.

"Yup he's really cool." She said as she eyes him with the same dreamy smile with her head almost rolling to one side.

"He seems charming darling, but we must be going, we have a session in the art room to attend. See you at dinner, I assume?" asked the woman again.

"Of course, Gloria, see you later." The woman named Gloria and her friend walked or in her case, slithered, off down the hall. Emily turned to Fred and yanked on his arm to make him sit.

"Your birthday's coming up right?" questioned Emily mysteriously again. "November sixth, Scorpio. What's Mandy getting you? Oh, you don't caredo you?"

"How-how do you know all this?" asked Fred, he was shaking and had become extraordinarily pale.

"I'm a good guesser, I guess!" she laughed.

"Yeh" squeaked Fred, his voice cracking. "Let's just play."

And they did.