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Yikes! I had a MAJOR writer's block when writing this. No need to worry, though. It's slowly fading. I'm going to updating quite often; maybe every day on weekends. (Friday, Saturday, Sunday.) I plan on this story to be pretty long, and I would like some input on what you guys want to happen when they're in the asylum. Any special events or confrontations would work.

I just finished Death Note: Another Note, and I'm so freaking sad! Why? Why did he have to set himself on fire? I'm going into the corner to sulk now...

I also made a trailer for this fanfic. To find it, go to YouTube and search "Demons: Death Note Fanfiction Trailer". It will be the one by ultimatepercyfan.

I struggle to find my faith as I'm slipping from your arms.
It's getting harder to stay awake, and my strength is fading fast.
You breathe into me at last...
When my faith is getting weak, and I feel like giving in, you breathe into me again...
In the dark, I can feel you in my sleep.
In your arms I feel you breathe into me.

~Awake and Alive-Skillet

I felt the warm embrace around me, comforting me. Unaware of who exactly this was, I snuggled into their arms, burying my head against their chest. The rhythmic movement of their chest made my thoughts falter. As I buried myself further, their arms tightened around me.

Wait...

The fuck?

This was Beyond Birthday. The murderer.

I'm cuddling with a murderer.

I immediately sat up, Beyond groaning in protest.

He tugged me back down to him. Oh my-

Aww, look at the two lovebirds. Grace crooned. She sat over at the seat by the window.

Help me. I pleaded.

She just smiled, then faded from my vision.

"No." Beyond spoke firmly as I tried to escape his arms once again, his eyes still closed.

Why would he want to be like this with me, of all people?

I sighed and looked at the clock. 6:54.

Good. I only have six more minutes of this...

Julie barged into the room, flipping all of the lights on. "Wakey Wak-." She stopped, eyes widening in surprise when she saw us cuddling together. "Oh, uh... I'm sorry for interrupting."

I sat up, Beyond finally letting me go. "You weren't interrupting anything." I said, looking back at Beyond, who wore that usual creepy grin of his.

"It's time to shower and prepare for the day. Each of you will have a folder that you will use to store any handouts that you get in the groups." She handed us two folders. "I will be waiting outside of the room." She blushed.

I went over to the drawers, which were pre-filled with clothes. I grabbed them and walked to the showers and bathroom a few doors down.

I finished my shower and went back to the room.

Beyond sat in the room, flipping a knife between his fingers.

How the Hell did he get that? Didn't they remove all of the weapons from him? If he has a knife, he could just attack anyone!

I panicked, my eyes as wide as saucers.

He looked at me, starting at my feet, then raising his eyes to my face. His lips were pressed tight together, as if he knew I would come, yet didn't at the same time.

He started walking towards me, but the door opened. Julie stood there, waving her hand for us to come out.

Doesn't she see the knife?

I looked back at Beyond, but the knife was gone. Where...?

"Time for breakfast!" She led us out of the room, where a group of people stood outside of the door. They must have been waiting for us.

Beyond never left my side as we went down the stairs to a cafeteria. I noticed his hand creep into mine. I was too scared to break the contact in fear of his reaction.

He followed me through the line, examining my choices for breakfast.

I decided to be bold. "Do you have a fascination with what I'm eating?" I winced, fearful that what I said would blow up on me.

"...No."

I left it at that. I didn't want to risk the conversation taking a turn for the worst.

After we ate, I walked over to the common area. It was downstairs as well, but to the left rather than the right. The walls were a glistening flexible glass. A simple TV rested on a wooden table and beanbags and couches were scattered randomly around the area.

I quickly plopped onto a beanbag, rolling on my back. I was hanging precariously, about to tip over.

I could have sworn that heard an evil laugh.

"OOF!" My voice was muffled as Beyond landed on my lap.

I could hear the other patients giggling at our- no, his behavior.

"Beyond?"

"Yeeeees?" He drug the word out, trying to look innocent. He failed miserably.

"...Can you please get off of me?"

He looked confused. "Why would I do that?"

What? He's so childish. "Because I said please."

"No."

I sighed. He's stubborn.

I got lost in my thoughts. Why does his personality change dramatically all the time? Does he have a mood disorder? Is he bipolar?

Corey sat Indian-style on the floor next to the beanbag. I don't think he's bipolar. Just insane.

"I guess." I muttered. I didn't want him to be insane.

"Everybody! It's time for Goals Group!" A male nurse named Byron walked into the common area, trying to get everybody's attention. By everybody, I mean a group of about twenty people. There are many more, but they stay in a different section of the asylum, according to Julie.

We followed him into a small room. It was a rectangle shape with turquoise walls, and blue and green polka-dotted couches and love seats.

I will say that it reminded me of the ocean with all of the blue and green.

I went over to a love seat and swung my legs over the edge. Beyond came up and swatted my legs away, sitting down next to me.

The doctor, Dr. Rosenthal, sat on a large chair, a clipboard in her hand. I caught a glimpse of what was on it. It had a list of each patient's name and a blank line next to it. I assumed that the blank line was for the information about each patient.

"Okay, everyone. We've gained some new patients, so we are going to do an introduction. Just go around the circle and state your name and why you're here." She looked expectantly at a forty year old woman.

They went around, Beyond and I being last.

Beyond's turn came around. "I'm Beyond Birthday and I'm here for... homicide." He said this with the same expression he used when he told me.

He looked over to me. "...I'm Ever K-Kellis..." I looked around nervously. Dr. Rosenthal nodded her head encouragingly. "I'm here for sch-schizophrenia and...yeah." I trailed off, warmth rushing to my cheeks.

"Well, now that everyone is done introducing themselves, let's get down to business. This group is where we basically talk about our day yesterday and struggles that we had, and if you did, how you dealt with your urges. Our new patients don't have to talk, all they need to do is just get a feel of how it works here."

She went around the group again. I know I should be paying attention, but I was falling asleep for that whole hour.

Beyond's head rested on my shoulder, snoring softly. God, how could someone so creepy and... inappropriate be so cute?

The sleep got the best of me and I followed his example, leaning my hand against his and closing my eyes.

His hair was so fluffy and soft. Is this how soft my hair actually is? No wonder he was rubbing his face in it last night.

I dozed, unaware of what was around me, until a hand shook my shoulder.

I blinked groggily, noticing what atrocities I did to Beyond's hair. I tried my best to pat it back down, but failed.

I pushed him awake.

"It's time for the next group."

He groaned.

"Come'on, move your ass off the couch."

He yanked my hair in protest.

I scowled and walked out.

I will say this once again: He's so childish...