So I had a snow day yesterday and had a chance to write Chapter 2 & a really short Ch. 3, but I'm going to upload 3 & 4 the same day. Eventful chapter. I have no idea how long I want this to be, but I'm having fun writing it. Please R&R!

"What are you laughing at? This is to get rid of you," I told the demon.

"Oh Soul. You don't understand. This may be to get rid of me, but I will come when you think everything is normal."

With that, he vanished. I hope I would get rid of him before he could ruin everything. I really I shouldn't be thinking about this since he is inside my mind. If I have to talk to someone about the demon, will he appear to make me stop? I decided to let it go and just go to sleep.

The next morning I had no choice but to pack. I didn't want to bring any of my suits because there would be no point and didn't like them. I packed different colored pants, a leather jacket, and some shirts. I gathered some other jackets, shoes, and decided to bring one suit. It was my signature pinstriped suit with the red collared shirt. You never know what life will throw at you, even if you're going to a mental institution.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror. I wore red jeans and a yellow jacket. This was the most dressed down I've ever been in the past 4 years. When I turned 13, my parents wanted me to look more professional. I still got non-dressy clothes, but never really wore them. I liked these clothes better.

My parents walked me out of the house since they thought I would try to escape. Where the hell would I go? My parents would just call the police if I went missing, and I wouldn't go back inside. I just walked silently to the car and sat as far away from my parents as possible. I mean in a limo, there's an undefined distance between people, unlike a regular car. Damn limos got to fuck up everything.

I just realized I had no idea where I was going. My parents never said where this mental institution was, and I didn't want to ask them. I decided to just take my mind off this and focus on a new piano composition, but I didn't really know how to start. There needed to be some unique inspiration to get some ideas going.

As I looked out window, I saw nothing. There wasn't anything wrong with me. No one quite understands that there is a demon inside. I am the only one who has seen him. Actually, someone else has seen him. There was a time where I saw another figure floating around in black. The figure tried to tell me I would be okay, but I refused to listen. My parents just don't get it. I don't need anything, but for them to leave me be.

I looked down at my wrists to see the scars beginning to form. I didn't want to touch them, so I looked for another distraction from the fact I was going to be in an asylum.

Before the distraction could come to me, I saw we were here. I sighed heavily and went to the trunk to get my bags. My parents walked cautiously behind me as if I was a murderer. Did they really think I would bring a knife or blade? My father said I'm stupid? He should really check that again. My mother isn't too much better, but she's always tried to look out for me to make sure I wasn't neglected.

I looked at the place before me. It didn't look like an asylum. The impression I got was the people in charge were masking the purpose of the institution by making it appear as a 'spa rehab' for meth addicts.

Everything looked clean. It was a simple building that was fairly large and white. I had neglected to even look at the name. The Death City Adolescence Mental Facility was a good name. It's not too forceful or sugarcoated.

I walked into the building with my parents walking behind me. The secretary greeted us and told us to go upstairs. I nodded and was greeted by man with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Hey, you must be Soul," said the guy normally. "You two can go. I'm Soul's advisor in a sense."

My parents nodded and said goodbye. They would've left the second they dropped me off if they could. I looked at the guy standing in front of me. He couldn't have been much older than me.

"Oh, sorry I should've told you my name. I'm Justin," he said putting his hand out.

"Soul," I said shaking his hand.

"Follow me, I'll show you where you'll be staying."

We walked up some wooden stairs into a long corridor. Few rooms were on both sides of the hallway.

"On the left side is where the girls your age stay, while you and the other guys are on the right side."

"Okay."

"Oh, Soul you'll have your own room since it works in groups of three."

"That's fine."

I walked into my new room. There was a good-sized bed and a desk. I sat down on the bed and took a deep breath.

"Are there that many people here? If I get my own room there must not be that many people," I asked.

"There aren't that many kids your age who are here. It's funny you mention the room situation. There's a girl who has her own room as well," Justin replied.

"So are you going to make me talk about my feelings and shit?" I felt bad for phrasing it like that, but Justin merely laughed.

"Don't you think I would give you a tour before anything? I'll have you meet the others first. Tomorrow morning I'll come in and talk with you, but I won't force you to say anything."

"Thanks, man."

"Follow me."

I got up from my bed and walked out the door. I saw the door next to mine was painted blue with symmetrical patterns. Justin knocked on the door and it was opened 8 seconds later. I don't know why I counted, but whatever.

"Hello, Justin," said a kid with golden eyes and three white stripes on the left side of his bangs.

"Yahoo! What's up, Justin," said a second kid with pointy blue hair.

"Hey guys, this is Soul. Soul this is Kid and Black Star."

"Hello," said Kid coolly.

"Yo, Soul. Cool name, but no one is as amazing as me, Black Star."

What was the deal with that kid? He must have some issues with his ego. I don't know what's wrong with the other kid.

"Hey. Um, why does your hair only have white on the left side of your bangs," I asked.

I asked the wrong question because the kid just broke down. He twitched his eye at me and then fell on the floor, crying.

"I'm garbage. Asymmetrical garbage. I should die. Black Star, you added an extra line on the door to only one side. You're worse than me."

I shook my head and turned to Justin.

"They'll work it out."

"Who lives with them?"

"I do. I'm not a patient, but I need to watch them. There used to be one kid named Crona who lived here, but he couldn't handle the fighting. I forgot to mention there are three other guys next door. There's Ox, Harvar, and Kilik. They have friends across the hall Kim, Jacqueline, and Blair."

I nodded and saw a tall girl walking this way.

"Oh Kid come on. You need to stop. Who's this," asked a tall, skinny girl.

"Oh Liz, this is Soul. How was lunch," asked Justin.

"It was okay. Oh hey Soul, I'm Liz and this is my sister Patty."

"Hey," I said.

I just stared at Patty since she was flipping her emotions every few seconds. I'm guessing she has mental instability, probably bipolar disorder. While Justin asked Liz if she ate, I'm assuming she has an eating disorder.

When I looked back, I saw that Kid and Black Star were gone inside their room. Justin was gone too, and then Liz shook my shoulder.

"Hey. Justin told me to finish giving you the tour," she explained.

"Ok. Hey who lives with you and your sister? If you don't mind me asking," I asked.

"Oh I don't mind. We live with a girl named Tsubaki. She's really nice and sweet at points." Liz trailed off since she probably felt bad discussing another patient's situation.

"So does she have depression or something?"

"Yeah, she does actually. How did you know?" Liz sounded baffled by the concept of observation and guess.

"You said she was nice at points. From there in seemed obvious that she was sad the other times."

"True. Alright let me show you around."

I walked behind Liz and noticed that Patty was gone too. Liz probably knew, but figured her sister would come back.

"So this is the dining hall. You eat all meals here. They only serve food at certain times. Justin will give you your schedule with things to do," Liz explained, snapping me from my thoughts.

"To the left, there's a music room, and the next room down is the art room. On the right is the gym, and further from there is therapist's office. That's where you'll most likely meet Justin for sessions."

"Hey Liz, Patty's gone missing again," said a girl with long, black hair.

"Oh no. Thanks, Tsubaki. Oh hey this is Soul. He just got here this afternoon. Come on let's go."

"Nice to meet you, Soul," Tsubaki said, running off.

"You too," I said loud enough for her to hear.

I walked to the music room and saw a piano there. I sat down and grazed my hands over the ivory keys. It was an old piano, like mine, but still perfect. I thought of the car ride over and my lack of inspiration, but now I had a few hours worth of emotions to sort through. What better way than through music?

I started low, and worked my way up to altissimo notes, extending my fingers across to show the array of emotions at work. The sound grew into a mature emotion, one that seemed undefined. I played for a few minutes, and as I finished I heard a faint clapping.

I turned to see a girl with pigtails. She also had the most piercing green eyes I had ever seen. She was dressed in a plaid skirt with boots, and a button up shirt with a yellow vest. She was smiling at me, but just a little smile. This girl must've liked my song. It was rare for people to like it.

Before I could say anything or ask for her name, she was leaving. I would've gone after her if Justin didn't come along. He waved to the girl, who dropped her smile slowly.

"Who was that Justin," I asked calmly.

"That was the other girl on this floor. She lives in her own room," he said. "Oh Soul, I have your schedule. We have to move your appointment to after dinner tonight. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Do I have to go to your office? Or are you coming to my room since I'm the only one who lives there? It's not like I have roommates that shouldn't be there during therapy."

"You know Soul, you're pretty observant for a kid of your age and background," he grinned.

"I understand what you're saying. Most kids who are 17 don't know shit. As for my background…"

"Let's leave that for later. It's dinner, so I recommend you go."

I nodded and walked into the dining hall, grabbed some food, and sat with Kid and Black Star. Soon, Liz and Patty joined us, followed by Tsubaki and the girl from earlier. I looked at her eyes briefly, and then turned my attention back to Kid and Black Star.

"Hey Soul, did you hear that creepy song from the music room before you came here," asked Kid.

"Yeah it really was weird," agreed Black Star.

Liz, Patty, and Tsubaki all nodded.

"No, I didn't hear it," I lied.

I just didn't want to tell them too much about myself on my first day. They would figure out soon enough that I play the piano.

"I liked it," said the other girl.

I looked at her with astonishment, while she just grinned.

She was the only one who knew, besides Justin. She saw the others look at her, and dropped her grin.

This girl is obviously shy and probably has anxiety issues of some sort.

After we left dinner, I ran into her in the hallway. I should clarify; I bumped into her while I was thinking about my session in a few minutes.

"Oh, sorry. Hey we didn't meet I'm…"

"Soul," Justin interrupted. "I'll be inside. Come in as soon as you're done."

"So Soul, I really liked your song. It was interesting," she said almost monotone.

"Thanks. And thanks for not telling them it was me."

"It didn't really seem like I should say anything."

"You said you liked it though."

She laughed and was about to walk into her room when I had to ask.

"Hey. What's your name?"

"Maka. Maka Albarn." She closed the door with a grin, leaving me to enter my room for my first session to diagnose me. What the hell was wrong with me?

I'll try & have Chapter 4 done by the end of the week so I can post 3 & 4. Do you think Soul is right about Maka's disorder? You'll figure it out at some point in the story. Not sure yet… I don't know what else to say.

~Sab out~