The cell that they had pushed Jordan into was completely white, and had barely anything in it. There was a bed, a toilet, and one dresser. The single window in the room was barred and looked out over the street at people walking below. The straight-jacket had been removed, which was a huge relief, and he was sitting on the bed, looking out the window. His eyes were still a bright red from crying as he watched the people walk by down below, a few tears streaming out of his eyes every now and then. Here we was, a prisoner in a mental institute once again. They hadn't begun running tests on him yet, but he knew that they would be soon… very soon… And that knowledge caused a fear to grow inside his stomach like a deadly bacteria… just waiting to eat him alive.

A large creaking sound echoed throughout the room as the door to his cell unlocked and opened. Jordan looked up slowly to see a man that was most likely in his mid to late twenties dressed in a white lab coat enter, a clipboard stuck under his arms. He offered a smile, but it was lacking warmth.

"Ah, Mr. Rivers. Nice to have you back with us."

Jordan ignored him, turning back around and staring out the window once again. The man shut the door behind him, and then stepped further into the room with a curious expression on his face. "What are you looking for?"

"A reason to live." Jordan mumbled, still not facing the doctor. "And I found one."

"Oh?"

"The fact that my family is still out there, and is probably missing me."

The doctor smirked, walking to his side of the room, and standing in front of the window, which forced Jordan to look at him. "What family, Jordan? You have none."

"Yeah, that's exactly what you want me to believe, but I know it's not true. My brother and little sister are probably worried sick. Along with my girlfriend. Who I might never see again."

"That could be for the best."

Jordan crossed his arms, and glared up at the doctor. "That's exactly what my old doctor told me last time. Come to find out, my girlfriend had been having nightmares about not ever seeing me again and that my brother had been an emotional trainwreck the entire time. So yeah, I'm sure it's for the best."

"Oh, they'll be over it. Plus, we're just trying to help you."

Suddenly, a rush of hot anger burned through his bones as he stood up. "You're trying to help me? By putting me through shock therapy multiple times a day, and forcing me to stay locked up in here, and giving me Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? Yeah, okay. I believe you."

He just rolled his eyes. "The tests and pain we put you through now are meant to help in the long run."

"Well it's not working! You're just making my insanity worse!" Jordan yelled, his eyes glowing a dark purple. "And you're only doing yourself and this whole asylum a disservice. Once you push me past the breaking point, and my other personality takes over, he will kill and destroy everyone and everything in here. Including you."

"I doubt that will happen. We have contained you quite well in the past, it will be no different now," the doctor said, pushing Jordan aside and walking back towards the door. "I was going to give you a day, but I've changed my mind. Testing will start for you in thirty minutes." And then the door opened before slamming shut again. Jordan stood there for a second, the purple still pulsing in his eyes before he fell back down onto the bed, sobbing into his hands. He was never getting out of here.

The doctor was back a half hour later, just like he'd said. Jordan was forced down the hallway by a security guard, one that he recognized as being the man that had held Jared back after he was taken from him in the alleyway, before they had made it to another bare room with a table and machines inside. He felt tears gathering behind his eyelids, so he stared at the ground, not wanting the doctors to see him cry.

"Alright, kid, let's just get you up there," the guard said, hoisting Jordan up onto the table. Jordan immediately started to struggle, trying to prevent him from strapping his arms and legs down. It took four security guards to pin him down, and a fifth to strap his arms and legs down. By now, he didn't care who saw as he cried silently, watching the doctor walk over to the machine connected to the table and turn on his recorder.

"Beginning tests. Patient 225, Jordan Rivers. Insanity level concluded to be high according to several tests run in the past. Has been diagnosed with schizophrenia, multiple personality disorder. Will now begin testing brain activity."

Jordan squeezed his eyes shut. It was the same exact words that his old doctor had spoken to him when he was here the last time. He knew what was coming next.

"Starting at 10."

And then the table buzzed to life.

He let out a scream as electricity was pulsed into his body. Every inch of his body already stung immensely. Jordan couldn't help but wonder how much worse it could get. The electric table was only set to 10.

After the electricity had stopped, the man paused to look at something on a computer screen, before raising the recorder to his mouth.

"Patient's brain waves are already spiking. Raising to 20." The doctor bent over and twisted the knob so that it pointed to the number 20 before throwing the lever. Jordan screamed once again, and he pulled at the leather straps around his wrists, trying desperately to free himself. But nothing worked. The table stopped again.

"His brain waves are continuing to spike, though even higher than last time. The patient seems to already to be under a lot of physical stress. I am interested in what will happen when the power is turned up further. Raising to 30."

As the frequency level continued to rise, Jordan felt like the electricity was going to kill him. It was so strong, that he thought that it was going to be the end. But in the back of his mind, he knew that it wasn't true. The doctors weren't going to kill him. That would technically be murder. Unless they covered it up somehow by claiming it was a machine malfunction. Honestly, Jordan wouldn't put it beneath them. It sounds like something they would do. And finally, after several long and grueling minutes of being shocked over and over again, it stopped, and the doctor was done. Jordan sighed in relief and didn't even struggle as the security guards unstrapped him and hauled him off the table. He was set upright in front of the doctor, before one of the guards finally said something.

"Should we take him back to the cell, Doctor Jensen?"

"Yes, yes, take him back. I have other things planned for him later on. We should just give him time to recover for now."

The security guard said something Jordan didn't quite process before he was pushed out of the room, and back down the hallway towards his cell. Once his guards had thrown him back into his cell, Jordan sat on his bed for a second, as if in a daze. His whole body ached and was still twitching relentlessly. But his mind was focused on something else. He wondered if he would ever see his family again. He wondered if anyone would come after him. He wondered if he would ever eat blue french toast with Jared on Saturday mornings again, or if he and Tabby would ever have another pillow fight, or if he would ever be able to take Faith out on a walk in the rain only to find himself kissing her because he just couldn't help himself.

And although he wanted desperately to believe that he would.

Deep down, he knew that it was likely that he would never do any of those things again.

Hey guys! Sorry I took so long to update. I finished the chapter a while ago, but I never got the chance to get on fanfic to update, but here it is now :D

Anyways, so yes, more torturous things to come which involve syringes and tests and crying and feels and, mwahahahahahahahahaha.

Ah, being a troll and making my characters suffer is like a breath of fresh air xD Well, until the next update, lovelies ^.^

~Raven