So, I haven't really had a lot of time to write lately with school work, but I found time! Ok so the next 2 chapters are short, but the next few will be long & important. Yay! Please R & R! Ok, story time!

I walked into the room to see Justin with a notebook and pen, sitting at my desk. I sat down on my bed and realized I never unpacked, which meant that would consume my night after therapy.

"So, Soul. Do you like it here? Have you met everyone okay," Justin began, completely ignoring his notebook and pen.

I never really did understand why therapists would carry those things if they would never actually use them.

"Yeah, I guess. The people are great; no matter what reason we're here. It doesn't really seem like a mental institution," I said, relaxed. It was the first time in months I had actually felt at peace.

"You seem like you wanted to add something," Justin urged.

"Well this is better than my actual home." I sighed, as though that was a large pressure off of me.

"I see. Remember when we were discussing your observation skills and I cut you off when you tried to talk about your environment?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I remember. If you want me to elaborate, I don't want to, right now. I just want to know what's wrong with me." I felt bad for saying it like that, but before seemed more fitting than now in my therapy session.

"It's okay if you don't tell me right away. Now Soul, I have another question. Do you like music?"

I flinched at the question. Was this a trick or something? "Yeah, I do. My family kind of manages music here in Death City." I was surprised he hadn't said anything about it. He would be one of the few who knew my last name here.

"Interesting." Justin paused a second. "Anyways, I'm not very keen on somber music, but you are the type of kid who expresses emotion through music. Correct?"

"You got it. Why mention the fact you don't like somber music?" I grabbed my head, since I felt a pain from the demon. I knew he wouldn't leave me be fully, but I knew he wouldn't want to attempt to consume me immediately.

"Soul, are you okay," Justin said concerned. It reminded me of my mother a little.

"No. There's a demon inside me trying to consume me in madness. No one understands it. What the hell is wrong with me," I screamed, breathing heavily.

I saw Justin trying to tell me something, but I had blacked out.

So I know this was a short chapter, but I'm also posting Ch. 4 so click next NOW!