I had a nightmare again that night... It was horrible. Apparently, I was talking in my sleep because when I woke up Dr. Hous- I mean Miroku was laying in the chair next to my bed. Must have been a horrible dream if he stayed with me...I laid my extra-blanket over him. Least I could do...I sat up in bed until the sun came up. I felt like crying but couldn't. It's been so long since I've cried...Actually felt pain. I've been so numb since my parents death t hat I forgot what it felt like to feel pain, hurt... Sad. I hate this feeling. I want it to stop... I wanna go back being numb. There's a knot at the back of my throat... Happens when I hold back painful tears. Just when I'm about to slip up and crack, Miroku wakes up. I shut my eyes tight pretending to be asleep. Sadly as I shut my eyes I saw the flashbacks. Flashbacks of everything. My parents, the crash, their bodies...Then I saw the car. It felt so real I thought I was reliving it again. The bright light, tires screeching, my parents screaming...It was coming! I started to scream...I really was screaming! Praying to a God that I hardly believed in that I would wake up. I could feel hands around me...Shaking me...Trying to pull me out. Before I knew it my eyes were open and Miroku was standing over me with a worried look. I couldn't help but cry. I cried, I let it all out.

He brushed my hair out of my face, telling me it was okay. Everything was okay. It was only a dream. But it wasn't a dream. It really happened. My parents are dead! And I have no one to blame but myself because at the time we were talking. I distracted them...It was my fault. Dr. Houshi cuddled me in his arms... If I wasn't in so much pain from remembering everything I would really enjoy this...But I can't...Not now. I cried for a while...I felt horrible.

"I should have been the one who died in that crash... Not my parents." I whispered when I steadied my breathing.

"No you shouldn't have. It's not your fault they died... I'm glad you're alive because I would have never gotten to know such a nice, sweet, beautiful girl such as yourself." he said...In a weird way this felt uncomfortable yet I didn't care.

I looked up at him and tried to smile. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

He sighed and thought for a moment. "Well, because unlike Dr. Foster, I have feelings and you've been through a lot...Probably more so then some of the other patients here."

"But I'm a mental patient. I'm sick...I...I kissed your neck. I didn't mean too!" What on earth could I possibly say to convince him otherwise?!

"You're not sick and you're not mental. You have a mental disorder but truthfully everyone in the world has a mental disorder and yours isn't even that bad...As for that kiss..." he stops and clears his throat.

"I don't know what to make of it but until I do...I'm going to just go on like nothing happened."

Actually I was happy of what he said...I don't know why I kissed him...Stupid female urges. But whatever. I don't care.

The days pass fast after that...My birthday is coming up...Yay for me. I don't like having a birthday. Just another drag. A new day being a year old...W00T for me. I am passing Kristy's room when all of a sudden I hear her screaming as she's running full head speed towards me. Of course I know what she's planning on doing so I walk a little faster. Which is obviously no help because I take off towards the doors that lead outside and run. But I'm not as fast as she is and she takes this huge leap and pounces on me. I groan.

"Sango, here's a safety tip. That girl over there." she point to a girl that weighs like...188lbs. "Word is you have the hots for her doctor who is also your doctor. Tip...Be careful of her." She kisses my cheek and gets up.

"thanks for the tip but I don't have the hots for any doctor. So no worries." I say standing up. Like I care what she does to me.

"Okay. I love you. I'm off to get something to eat. See you later." she says.

"Love you too." I say watching her walk away. I walk back inside and my back is hurting. I go to the second floor because I need to pick up something. I never go to the second floor unless I really need too. Kind of scared to go up there anyways but I'll go. It's so quiet up here. No one's up here...Odd must all be outside then. As I'm walking down I get this strange feeling in my stomach that screams be careful! But I ignore it as always. Just as I'm about to turn the hall I'm stopped by Sato. That 188lbs girl who almost everyone fears but me...Not yet at least. She's on the second floor for doing some bad things. Bad things I refuse to think nor say.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asks.

"To the counter to pick up something's. And anyway it's none of your business."

"It is mine since you're on my floor." she says getting up in my face. I have a bad urge to slap this girl into the next year.

I roll my eyes and go around her ignoring her all together. But she pulls me back by my hair.

"Stay away from my man!" She hisses in my ear. I do one of those palm upward to the nose thing. Actually works. She lets go of my hair and goes back. I have a bad feeling this is not going to end pretty... Once she regains her balance she comes after me again this time slamming me into a hard wall. She grabs my hair again and I swear she's trying to pull it out. Instead she flings me into a room. Before she can get a hit at me again I go in for the punch breaking her nose...Nice, she's bleeding. She whips the blood away and charges at me like a bull putting her hands around my neck. This girl is really trying to kill me over a doctor...My doctor...This woman is fucking crazy. ((Hence to why she's here in this place.)) She tilts my head back and my eye sight starts to go black. I kick her between the legs as if she was a boy. She lets go but doesn't faze her. Why would it? We're girls here not guys. She slaps me as she goes for the hair again. My head hurts. I can tell she's getting mad because she has yet to do real bad to me. I've heard all the worse she's done before...Maybe I'll be lucky?...Or not.

She pushes me to the ground and holds my arms behind me...I'm not lucky. She starts to pull and I let out a horrid scream as one of my arms go crack! crack! crack! It's broken. I can't feel anything just yet. This girl is big so I'm nothing compared to her. And she's a crazy bitch. I'm too weak to fight back so she takes that as an honor to finish me off. She lifts me up...Dang this girl is strong. Over her head and slams me on the floor. Too much pain I can hardly make a nose other than a muffled groan. I'm starting to bleed. She finishes me off by throwing me up against a wall bashing my head. A sharp pain goes through my head down my body. She smiles an evil smile at me, tells me this is what I get when messing with her man and walks off leaving me to die on this cold floor. I'm on the second floor. So I'm sure no one can hear me. I try and scream but nothing comes out. It hurts to breathe and I'm coughing up blood. I'm laying in my own blood. Soon to be my pool of blood. The images from the accident come flashing back. And I can't do nothing but let them torture me. Soon I just give up and let the pain take over closing my eyes. I'm dying and no one will ever find me...

-Kirara- says I put "Dr. House" instead of "Dr. Houshi" down. I didn't mean to put that down it was just a typo but thank you -Kirara- for telling me this b.c I probably would have never noticed it until the whole story was over with.