I remember flashing lights, voices. I couldn't move, my chest was constricting, everything was closing in around me. I felt dizzy. I wanted to run and run until I actually died. My chest and throat were behind compressed, tighter…..tighter. I can't breathe! I can't breathe! I can't breathe! Why won't anyone stop it? I was gasping and nothing was coming into my lungs! You stupid mother fuckers around me lift a finger and freaking help me! I can't breathe!

Suddenly everything froze…..

And I woke up.

I was in a padded room.

Shit.

That's just great. Then I noticed I was screaming at the top of my lungs. Also that my throat was burning like hell. When I noticed both of these factors, I stopped screaming. I lay there, panting and tried to push myself up. I lifted up then flopped down. My arms were completely bound. "Oh that's just great. Fucking great!" I hissed.

I coughed as I struggled to sit up. For some reason, my lips were too dry and they split open, causing blood to run down my chin and onto the coat I was wearing. I made a hissing noise and coughed. Managing to stand up, I stumbled across the room and almost fell into the door. I began making the hissing/coughing noised again. Then the door opened and it threw me backwards, back onto the ground. There was a very girly giggle. "Well, now that you've calmed down, we can take you to your room!"

Oh SHIT!

It's one of those super happy crazy annoying chicks that act like nothing's wrong! She grabbed my upper right arm with one hand, and injected me with something. I made a growling noise and began coughing from my dry throat. The women pulled me, struggling, up from the ground, and led me into the hallway.

I made the hissing/coughing sound and more blood pumped from my lips. "Ah, ah, ah!" She said, waggling a finger. "That won't do! Do you want to turn around and go back inside the Fun Room?"

I twitched and attempted to flee. Her gripped suddenly tightened like a constricting cobra. I yelped in pain as I felt her too-long nails bite into my flesh. "Now, now, are you really going to under-estimate me?" She said in a very dangerous voice.

I froze and allowed her to steer me down the hallway to a room. Everything, EVERYTHING, was white. Fucking white! I already felt like I wanted to pull my arms free, whip around, and tear open that stupid women's throat. Splattering some blood across the walls would be a nice break from the stupid white!

The next weeks passed over in a blur. The woman that had escorted me to the room was Aerith. She wore a long pink dress and wears her hair in a long brown ponytail. She had a soft voice. She had laid me down on the bed in the room, removed the coat then, in a flash, had me bounded on the bed. I struggled, screaming again. Then she said, "Hayner came to visit." And I shut up to listen to what happened in that padded room while I was too doped up to tell the difference between a watermelon and grape.

I had come to the asylum about a month ago. Hayner had come to visit, but I'd been so drugged I was higher than a kite! Apparently, I'd thrown myself screaming bloody murder at the door. Shouting that it was his fault I was here, that he should be standing next to me, not standing there trying to look sorry!

Well, I hoped he does come back to visit.

After she left, I struggled around a bit, then figured out how to undo the bonds. My lips were bleeding and lying down on my back wasn't help in the least! I sat up and rubbed my face. This wasn't exactly going how I wanted it to. I really wanted to go friggin' up! Not down in hell! God, this shit is worse than I thought!

Mumbling to myself and got up and looked around my room. There was a punching bag in the corner. I immediately ran to it and began pounding on it as hard as I could. Soon after that, I got bored and moved to the desk that was set up. Everything was rounded off, smooth and padded. I grabbed a pencil, paper, and began drawing.

I drew what I could remember of my little sister, Namine,'s face. I drew the contours of her face, the medium-length blonde hair over her shoulder, adding a pretty little ribbon to her hair and drew the shoulder straps of her dress.

Soon, I was lining up more paper and added the rest of her. I drew her sitting on her favorite chair. I added the hem of her dress, the sandals she always wore. I drew the sketchbook she always carried. She loved to draw pictures of me and my brother. Sora. We were the closest family ever. We loved each other so much we could tell them anything.

But then the news; Namine had cancer, Sora did too. And out father was being carted off to war. I spent the next week sobbing my eyes out with Sora and Namine. We hugged like no tomorrow.

Sora had wrist cancer in both arms, and they couldn't cure it. Namine had cancer in both her legs with the odds stacked high against her.

The three of us and our mom had cried for each other in our mom's bed. She held all of us like we were two, sobbing even as she would stroke our hair. We would sleep there; we didn't want to part even for a little bit.

Soon, I was helping Sora and Namine around the house. Sora soon couldn't open anything without help, his wrists hurt so much. He was constantly in the hospital for surgery. Namine's legs were in such pain when she walked that she was forced to use a wheelchair. She hated it, even though she seemed like a girly-girl, I could never beat her in a race.

I looked down at the drawing and found that there were clear and red droplets on the picture. I hastily wiped them up with a corner of the blanket on the bed. With a sigh, I picked up some colored pencils and added as much color detail as I could. Then I grabbed some tape that was on the desk, attached the papers together, and hung them on the wall. I stood back and admired the work. It was almost as if Namine was saying, I'm still with you.

I smiled at the picture, then grabbed another paper and drew Sora. I added his messy spiked brown hair, the jacket, and gloves. His red jumpsuit stood out against the white walls. I noticed that the red looked like blood. Then the picture seemed to say, It's red like the sun you dope! Not blood, that's just sick!

I began mumbling to myself. "They think I'm crazy, I'm not crazy! They just need an excuse to lock me up! I don't need that. I'm perfectly normal, just some minor cons! I've got more pros than cons!"

The next week went on like this, I was constantly muttering to myself. Plans of escape, or just to speak of something. Sometimes, I talk about Namine and Sora. I'd end up lying on my bed heaving and out of breath from shrieking and crying.

They didn't like that, and soon began drugging me if I would start crying. I soon learned to keep my emotions under control. I felt better after the drugs finally got out of my system. I felt more awake and aware.

Well, soon after this I was aloud more freedom. Instead of my food being pushed through a slot onto a table, someone would hand it to me or walk in and set it on the table. I liked this, I was glad to see that there were humans in this place. The person that served my food was Riku. He never told me his last name. He was a nice guy, almost eighteen. He didn't say a lot, but I liked having someone to talk to, even if they didn't say a lot back.

I leaned against my door. "It must suck to be working here." I said to him.

"Hnn," Was the reply.

"You have any siblings?" I asked through the door.

"…None." He said.

"I had a younger sister and an older twin brother." I said.

"Past-tense?" Riku asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Namine and Sora had cancer…so they both died."

I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I guess he walked away, because I didn't hear a reply. I heard footsteps. Then…..

"You knew Sora?" His voice was closer, it sounded like he was leaning against the door.

"Yeah, he's my older twin by a few minutes." I replied.

I sat up straighter, memories that were probably suppressed by force and by accident when I'd became depressed beyond belief! Riku! He and Sora had been in love! I remember now, Sora and Riku loved each other so much. "I thought…I thought…..he'd left me…on purpose." Riku's voice sounded shaky.

"No." I said straight-out. "Sora loved you too much to have left you on his own."

"…"

"I miss him too." I said, then got up and moved to the bed.

I curled up, thinking. I can't believe it! My guard in this hell-hole is someone I know! What are the god-damn odds?