"Caroline and Kol in a asylum. I don't if its presant or back then from like a hundred years ago. I think it would be more interesting if they are both patients though, especialy because Kol is quite crazy. They could be humans if you want. Maybe Kol burned down houses and killed people. I don't care really. I think it would be interesting. In fact everybody could be in the asylum also. I definitely could see Damon, Klaus, Rebekah,Tyler and Katerina as patients. I'm not a huge Elena fan in fact I pretty much despise her so I woulld rather have Kat in the story if you decide to have one or the other. Thats all just a suggestion though. It could just be Kol and Care, with no scenes with the rest of the cast." –RideEmLikeACowboyJazzy

List of characters and illnesses:

Caroline – bipolar disorder

Tatia/Kat – multiple personality disorder

Damon – schizophrenia

Rebekah –anorexia, bulimia and narcissistic personality disorder

Kol – sociopath

Tyler – post-traumatic stress disorder

This is quite...um dark and disturbing. The writing is whimsical and tends to not make sense. But what do you expect when you ask me to write about mental illness? Be forewarned anyway.

They call the place Dollhouse for the walls are built in such a way that every sound resonates throughout the building like a dollhouse with paper halls.

The even more fragile people inside them cry out in the middle of the night, trying to free themselves from restraints or the monsters in their minds have come out to play with them like dolls and it is such a fright.

It's a dollhouse for the people inside have been abandoned there and cannot escape, their minds and bodies numbed with meds. Bones heavy, control is ice thin, and nothing feels safe.

The people look like dolls too, Caroline thinks, their skin pale from the lack of sun, fragile thin flesh, almost emaciated, clinging to their bones like glue.

She watches them from where she sits in the corner of the room, hugging her legs to make her body into a cage where none of this can touch her for it will be her doom.

I don't belong here, I don't belong here, she chants in mind. She doesn't belong with the damaged toys. She just needed to be wound up more or less, depending on the day, she can digress.

The people she observed at the table do not look her way until the boy at the head of the table looks up and catches her stare. She looks down quickly, learning on her first day that there are some patients who she can't look in the eye unless she wanted to die.

She stares at her toes, the chipped purple nail polish an ode to her life before all this. Before Matt told her he had enough and she swallowed those pills, before the doctor gave his diagnosis and damned her to all this.

Bipolar. Manic depression. What ugly words. She wants to tear off her skin and with it this curse.

The tugs on the ends of her messy blonde hair and she doesn't know how much more of this she can bear. Until a hand stills her own, strong despite what she thought was just brittle bone.

It's the boy from the table, all dark hair and eyes. Such a face before would have ignited in her dreamy sighs.

"Don't do that," He tells her – no commands. "You have such pretty hair, will you let me touch? I'll be a lot gentler than you as such."

She says nothing and his fingers play with her hair, dark eyes concentrated on something there.

"Come with me." He drops his hand from her curls and offers it for her hand instead. "Quickly, before we're dead."

She blinks but takes his hand and he lifts her and leads her as if it's to the Promised Land. There's no extra chair so he sits on his and makes her sit on his lap and no one seemed to care about that.

"Welcome to the Dollhouse," The girl at her left says. She's blonde and Caroline thinks she'd pretty if she wasn't so thin, like a skeleton with skin. Her lips are red though like a rose freshly plucked from the flower bed.

"What's your name?" The other girl in the table asks, pretty like a dahlia. "My name's Tatia. I have a twin sister, her name is Kat but she disappears like a real cat."

The boy beside her with blue eyes like the sky shakes his head and sighs. "Stefan's right. Kat would hate that."

"I'm Damon. And this is Stefan." The boy smiles to his right where there is nothing but air, he says his brother is there.

"My name's Rebekah," the skeleton blonde cuts in. "I'm the sister of the boy on which you sit."

The boy chuckles and it vibrates through her as he murmurs, "And my name's Kol, darling. Don't be scared. You're here because you dared."

"Dared what?" Caroline asks at that.

"To show the demon inside you." He laughs at her. "And this is your due."

"Don't be so morbid," Tatia chides. "It's ever so horrid."

Kol rolls his eyes. "Where's Kat? Is she chasing mice?"

"I'm here, I'm here." Tatia says, voice deeper and sweeter. "What do you need, dear?"

"Hello Kat, did you find a mouse?" Kol asks. "In the Dollhouse?"

"There's a mouse on your lap," Kat tells him, looking at Caroline. "She got caught in your trap."

"But I'm not the cat,"

"No, you're a bat!"

Kat giggles and stops at Kol's frown as Dr. Elijah from the stairs has come down. He orders his soldiers to take Kat at her shoulders. They all watch as she's dragged away to the doctor's office for his assessment today.

Caroline wonders, "What's her illness?" She wants to know about each one's weakness.

"There's two of her in a body." Damon explains, "Tatia and Kat. Two for one, a bargain for some."

"And you?"

"Nothing true."

Damon shakes his head. "They locked me and my brother here, saying he died but I know they lied."

Caroline looks away and looks at Rebekah. "How about you? Is it nothing true?"

"They put me here because I'm beautiful." She explains. "Too much for a world less wonderful."

"And she doesn't eat," Kol adds. "But when she does, in her it doesn't keep."

"Food makes you fat," Rebekah shakes her head. "There's nothing worse than being ugly and bloated like a rat."

"Kol?"

"There's nothing wrong with me at all."

Liar, liar. Words on fire.

His lips tickle the shell of her ear so his words only she can hear. "I control dolls. I'm the monster in the halls."

"How?" She looks at him with fear now.

"I was born like this," He grins. "I am the master of the circus."

She tries to get up but his hold on her is firm and it makes her squirm.

"No, stay, Caroline." He urges. "You are mine."

"Did you make Tyler attack me?" She demands, remembering the feel of the large boy's hands. Choking, needing air, dying, needing air.

"Tyler's father liked to strangle him too until he was blue," Kol grins wider, lips pressing to her cheek. "And you just seemed so pretty and meek."

She cries. "I'm not a mouse!"

"You are in this house." He says. "Welcome to the Dollhouse, Caroline. There is no such thing as time and you are mine, mine, mine."

She wants to run and he lets her go, laughing like the monster he is so.

Welcome to the Wonderland of damaged toys. Welcome to the Dollhouse, mouse in the house.