Weeks passed after that incident. Ever since then I haven't been able to get Dr. Houshi out of my mind. Granted I have absolutely no chance with him seeing how I'm a mental patient and he's my doctor...Yeah I see no chances in that whatsoever. I take a walk down the hall and passing many mirrors. I hate mirrors. I slowly begin to think I'm avoiding something more than just myself. Maybe what lies behind me really being here? Truthfully why am I here? Funny how I've been here since the age of 14 and I'm still trying to find out why I'm even here. But I shake the idea from my mind. Like I have much choice anyways. I bumped into Kristy one the way down. She's one of my friends I keep my eyes on a lot. Kristy got put in here at the age of 15. She's 16 now. Put in because she went crazy and burnt her house down...She probably had a good reason for doing so anyways. Somehow everyone in this crazy God-forsaking house had to have a good reason for doing what they did to get themselves put in here. Me on the other hand... I don't think I did. Then again I don't really remember my life outside of this place anymore. Nor before the age of 14. This place is sucking the life out of me. This brain-washing-life-sucking-evil place. I have my own choice of words for this place yet refuse to speak them. Kristy asks me if I've seen Billy. Billy is our other friend who was put in here when she was only 13. Sad really how young some of these people were when they were put in. I tell K I haven't seen Bill since last night. Hardly ever do see her. Lucky if you get me to even say hi to someone let alone see anyone. K walks off fiddling with her fingers. It's what she does. She walks around fiddling with her fingers acting scared which she is. I wouldn't blame her. Lots of weird people here that are NOT on my floor. I wouldn't dare go on the next level. That's where the really mental ones are. Thinking about it I might just take a look up there on day...I don't know yet. I make my way to the front office where I see Dr. Houshi. I stop dead in my tracks and hide behind a tall white looking pole. I don't know what you call them and could care less at the moment. I listen very closely because well when you're in a MH there's really nothing more to do then read, or play those awful mental games that play with your mind...Half of my floor I swear is brain dead and I'm talking about the workers NOT the patients. I laugh to myself at the statement I just thought. Oh it's so true! Good to know I still have my sense of humor. I stiffen up at the sound of Dr. Houshi laughing. I hear my name. If I listen more closely I could possibly make out what their saying.

"Ms. Tajiya is a very interesting girl." Dr. Houshi says.

"She is. I sometimes think the system got her file wrong. She's way to nice and sweet to be here." One of the nurses says. Wow, their saying nice things about me.

"She still has her manners. Most of the patients here lose their manners and all that other stuff when they get here because there's no point is keeping them. I think Ms. Tajiya is a very stable girl. Despite she suffers from depression but honestly who doesn't suffer from depression?" Houshi says.

The nurse makes a ticking sound with her mouth and shakes her head looking down. "The poor girl has been through a lot. Of course she's allowed to have depression. She's been through a lot. Seen it all."

Truthfully, I don't remember what happened to put me in here. All I know is that my parents are dead and no one else could or wanted to take me in...Other than that I've blocked out everything else. Most have been horrible because I don't block things out unless their bad.

Dr. Houshi clears his throat and says he's going out for some air. That he'll be back soon...Which makes me think, didn't I say I was going to go out for some air myself?...Or was that yesterday? Oh well, won't hurt to go out now anyways. Not like I'll bump into Dr. Houshi.

I walk out into the semi-sunny, breezy light. It smells good out here. The wind blows my hair in my face. Stupid long hair can't see a thing when it's in my face. While trying to push my hair out of my face I bump into something or someone.

"Ow." I say finally getting my hair out of my face. I felt like cursing my own hair out but couldn't.

"Are you okay?" Dr. Houshi asks. I guess I never told my legs to stop moving.

"I'm fine, thank you." I said not bothering to really look up. What was the point? Question in my mind right now is why I keep bumping into Dr. Houshi? Whatever the reason may be it better be good.

"Beautiful day out isn't it?" he asks putting his hands in his pockets. I just nodded not really knowing what to say.

"I spend way too much time outside myself. Getting bad for me." he says half laughing. Can't make out rather he's joking or not. Oh well, not like I really care much.

"I don't go outside much." I say back looking down as my hair blows again.

"I can tell this much. You're skin is as pale as the color white." he says poking my arm. His touch is like a burning spark...Very peaceful to feel really.

"I like being pale. " I said back not really paying attention to much. Apparently I had started biting my nails because Dr. Houshi pulled my hands down telling me how biting ones nails is never a good thing...Like I care. It helps me in some kind of way. I pull my hand away and nod slowly trying to scan my brain for something to say...Anything!?...Nothing. This is going to be harder than I thought. Speaking of thought I walk around Dr. Houshi to the other side while doing so I get a pretty good look at his body...

"Hot...Nice backside...I wonder if your abs are hotter." I think to myself. I shake that thought from my mind blushing again.

"Not many patients blush but you do... I like it." He says looking at me. Wow, I really need to stop. I excuse myself, run back to my room, fall to my bed and let my thoughts run wild. And gosh weren't they running wild about Dr. Houshi...