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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 4:51 pm

hear me... hear me...

you gotta be out there
you gotta be somewhere
wherever you are
i'm waiting...

cause there are these nights when
i sing myself to sleep
and i'm hoping my dreams bring
you close to me
are you listening?

hear me i'm crying out
i'm ready now
turn my world upside down
find me
i'm lost inside this crowd
it's getting loud
i need you to see
i'm screaming for you to please
hear me
can you hear me?

i used to be scared of
letting someone in
but it gets so lonely
being on my own
with no one to talk to and
no one to hold me
i'm not always strong
oh i need you here
are you listening?

hear me i'm crying out
i'm ready now
turn my world upside down
find me
i'm lost inside this crowd
it's getting loud
i need you to see
i'm screaming for you to please
hear me

i'm restless and wild
i fall but i try
i need someone to understand
(can you hear me)
i'm lost in my thoughts
and baby i've fought
for all taht i've got
can you hear me?

hear me i'm crying out
i'm ready now
turn my world upside down
find me
i'm lost inside this crowd
it's getting loud
i need you to see
i'm screaming for you to please
hear me
can you hear me?
hear me?
hear me?
hear me?
can you hear me?
ohhh
hear me...
hear me...
hear me...

-Hear Me, Kelly Clarkson

This is the Institution for Teenage Help and Care. ITHC. Do you need help? Are you suicidal? Pregnant? Homeless? Abused? Alone and unloved? The ITHC is a safe place for any teenager with any problem. So come here for help and a safe home.

***Rules***

*Follow all rules of Gaia and this roleplay.
*Romance is allowed, but keep it PG-PG-13. Absolutely no cybering.
*Please try not to use swear words, unless you're trying to show the nature of your character during your introductory post, but other than that, I really really loathe swearing with a passion. If you use it star it out*********!
*Pm all profiles to titled ITHC. Follow the profile skeleton.
*Keep it literate. "" for talking, italicized for thinking, no ** or ~~ or -- for actions
*You may post after I accept your profile.
*Check rules regularly for new or changed rules.
*Have Fun!

Profile Skeleton For the Teenagers:

[color=yourcolor][size=9][i]Remember[/i][/size] [size=24]{[b]name[/b].}[/size]
[size=7]My[/size] [size=9]sorry butt's[/size] been [size=18]around[/size] for [b]{age} years.[/b]
[strike]I[/strike] {[size=9]wanted to come[/size]/[size=18]was dumped[/size]} here [i]because[/i] {[b]why you're here[/b].}
[i]I[/i] [b][size=18]loathe[/size][/b] {[size=9]dislikes[/size]} [size=18]with a passion[/size].
[u]I[/u] [i]can't resist[/i] {[b]likes[/b].} [size=24]So what?[/size]
[size=18]When I'm awake[/size], [size=11][strike]I[/strike][/size] [i]tend[/i] to act {[size=10]personality[/size].}
[strike]Here's the[/strike] [u]story of my[/u] [size=18]crappy[/size] [strike]life[/strike]... {[i]Bio[/i].}
[size=24]Will[/size] [size=18][i]you[/i][/size] [size=12]remember[/size] [strike][size=18]me[/size][/strike]? {appearance, pictures only. if you can't find one, go to photobucket.com i prefer you not use anime. actually, don't use anime pictures please.}
[size=10]Controlled by yours truly,[/size] {[size=24]username[/size]}[/color]

Profile Skeleton For Doctors, Nurses, Counselors, Phsyciatrists, Psychologists, or Adult Volunteers:

[color=yourcolor][size=18]Hello![/size] My name is [name].
[size=18]I'm[/size] here to help [size=24]you[/size] as [size=24]your[/size] [doctor, nurse, counselor, phsyciatrist, psychologist, or adult volunteer]!
[size=18]I[/size] am [age] years old.
[size=24]You[/size] can find [size=18]me[/size] [days and hours that you work at the ITHC/whenever you need me].
[size=18]I[/size] treat others [personality].
[size=18]My[/size] nametag will look like this: [appearance, no anime please]
[align=center][b][username][/b][/align][/color]

Profiles:

Remember Joanne Lyn Graham.
My sorry butt's been around for sixteen years.
I was dumped here because I tried to commit suicide.
I loathe preps, optimists, lemons, dirt, bad weather, overly helpful people, and spiders with a passion.
I can't resist music, singing, art, cutting myself, old movies, reading, and playing the guitar. So what?
When I'm awake, I tend to act like I couldn't care less what you think about me. The world hates me and I hate them.
Here's the story of my crappy life... My parents are the total opposite of me. They are total mega optimists. Yuck. They've always tried making me this preppy, fake cheerleader. As if! They just don't understand my emotions, so they're dumping me off here. Maybe they'll find a new child that's perfect like my little sister. The only one in my family who did actually understand me was my brother, but he's at college. A year and a half ago the doctors detected cancer in his chest. He probably has about a year more to go.
My best friend was killed in a car crash about a year ago. The other driver was drunk. He had hit her head on. Around the same time, my boyfriend was killed by a couple of gang-bangers. He was just walking down the street, doing nothing really. But apparently he had pulled out a knife to dig out a splinter. The kids thought he was threatening them, so they pulled out their guns. You probably know the rest don'tcha? Since then, my depression has gone up the wall. My parents figured something was up. When I didn't go downstairs when called for dinner, they rushed up to my room and found me on the floor, the window broken, and I was bleeding. I had broken it with my fists, then sliced both my wrists open on the broken glass. Personally I had thought it pretty clever, but I got called "disturbed in the mind" by the hospital for that. So now my parents dumped me off here because they don't know how to handle my next suicide attempt.
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Remember Charlotte O' Hara.
My sorry butt's been around for 16 years.
I was dumped here because I'm all hopped up on Cocaine.
I loathe waterbugs, extra sunny days, sweets, the heat, and social workers with a passion.
I can't resist the rain, a catchy tune, sherbert, and sleeping. So what?
When I'm awake, I tend to act like a wall. I kind of just sit there and watch everything around me. And its completely perfect because I'm so quiet. I think I've even forgotten what my voice sounds like. It's not that I can't talk, its that I don't. But, when you get past the drugs and the evasive attitude, I can be really sweet at times. But, look out, I know how to hold a grudge!.
Here's the story of my crappy life... Ew. Where to begin? Well, I wasn't born into a very fortunate family. My mother was pregnant with me in high school, so my folks ended up working double shifts. That sort of thing. The big life-altering event was when my mother died from cancer. Of course there was the problem of less cash, but there was also the issue of m father to look to. He became depressed and lost all the energy in him. But, it was okay for a while. I took care of him and he took care of me. But, one day my life took a turn for the worst. I came home and found my father's unconscious body on the floor. It didn't take me long to realize that he was dead. I didn't stick around to figure out how or why, or even when. I just bailed, because I knew what happened in these circumstances, and I was having none of that. Well, one thing led to another, and I ended up on the streets, addicted.
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Remember Midori Hibiki.
My sorry butt's been around for sixteen years.
I was dumped here because I'm supposed to be mentally unstable.
I loathe hypocrites, liars, unexpected noises, sharp or pointy objects, being alone, plastic smiles, and meaningless words with a passion.
I can't resist art, music, books, musical instruments, writing, running, drawing, rain, sweet tastes, snow, and the truth. So what?
When I'm awake, I tend to act quiet, but not really all the way there. If someone who looks like they’re here to analyze me or ‘make me better’ shows up and tries to talk to me, I won’t talk back. I’ll act like a wall and listen to everything they say with little response. Sometimes I crack a smile and act social, actually taking the time to interact with people and willingly let them get to know me, but that’s usually when no one else is around. I like being around other people, just not when they’re treating me like a science project.
Here's the story of my crappy life... My life was pretty normal, except for the fact that the only family I had ever known was my mom. All plausible aunts, uncles, grandparents, or cousin had faded from the picture before I had ever gotten to know them and the only image I had of my dad was the silhouette of a man walking out of a bright open doorway with his back turned to me...and that was when I was 6. I didn't really try to figure any of it out because, well, my mother told me that it was best for our family if we didn’t ask too many questions. And so me and mom lived a pretty average life, managing to make it on our own until that fateful day when I decided that it was about time I asked a few questions and confronted her about everything. When she decided that my life was none of my business and ignored me, I bolted and was found a week later.
I don’t really remember what happened to me the week I was missing--not what I did or where I went or who I was with. All I knew was that now there was no point of talking, especially if doing it wouldn’t get me anywhere. The doctor’s claimed that the stress of all the withheld thoughts in my mind had caused my brain to mentally block out and delete the ability to speak.....that was until I started crying softly to myself and yelling angrily at my mother in front of the doctor when she tried to touch or console me. I guess all the bottled up confusion made it happen, makes no real difference to me. It just felt good to finally be able to cry.

After that they just called me deeply disturbed.
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Remember Ofelia De La Cruz.
My sorry butt's been around for 17 years.
I was dumped here because I have imaginary friends, but the doctors call it Schizophrenia.
I loathe non-fiction novels, cats, the dark, anything with more than 4 legs, the Easter Bunny. with a passion.
I can't resist boys, music, singing, boys, writing, daydreaming and boys. So what?
When I'm awake, I tend to act kind. I'm actually a very nice and creative person. I have no vendettas against anything... Except bugs...
Here's the story of my crappy life... Both of my parents were born and raised in Cuba under the rule of Fidel Castro. Just like every other soul in that wretched place, they were able to set aside the political and economical problems they had, and find love. Together they gave birth to one child. Not because that was all the wanted. No. The family stopped there because one fateful day, my father was taken from me. Accused of helping citizens escape the country, he was flogged and murdered in prison. My dear mother became a broken woman. Her entire being went into raising her, their daughter. I was just 3 years old at the time. Life went on. I learned English as well as Spanish. I went to school and was content with the cards I was dealt.

Life was tiresome. My mother and I moved to America. We would travel from city to city looking for a home, food, jobs. We never stayed in one place for long. I never had any real friends. She never had a real job. We were united in our fictional lives. I guess there was too much fiction in mine because one day, I had some new friends that Mother couldn't see. My fantasies took on lives of their own. I had imaginary friends that would play with me every day! Mom thought it was okay. She actually encouraged me to play with my friends... At least until I turned 10. I had so many imaginary friends it was concerning. I guess they were supposed to go away at a certain point. Mine's never did. I always thought that made me special... Made me eternally youthful... Apparantly, it made me crazy.

Here I am at 17. The imaginary friends that I used to talk to all throughout my childhood are still with me. They tell me the doctors here are the crazy ones. For now, I remain indifferent to them. As long as I'm calm, they'll let me out eventually... Wont they?.
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White List:
obviousangel, she isn't in this guild, but her roleplay gave me the idea for this.
[ ` P O ! S O N ] for being the first to join.
Silent Sango for being the second to join.

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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 5:18 pm

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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 11:18 am

Charlotte O' Hara woke up in a daze. She glanced around at her surroundings. The walls were painted a peaceful shade of light blue, and she was sleeping on a bed. Realizing she was indoors, she sat up with a jolt. But that only revealed a revolting headache. So, she groaned and layed back down. First thing's first..., she thought as she struggled to remember the previous night. But, it was all just a fuzzy headache. Which meant only one thing. She had been busted while wasted. Boy, oh, boy. Slowly she sat up and glanced around. There was one difference between this place and any home she had ever been to, the beds were soft. Then, she stood up and looked at herself. Same clothes. Suddenly, she frantically bent down and pulled off her shoe. It was empty. They had taken her little baggy that contained what little of her life she could control. This was gonna suck. She groaned again and left the room, exploring the new place.

Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 11:55 am

"Joanne Lyn Graham?" The man behind the desk asked. The little nameplate on the wood read "Dr. George E. Flummox".
"What?" Joanne answered, her tone sounding annoyed.
"Do you know why you're here?" Dr. Flummox asked kindly.
"I tried to commit suicide. So what?" Joanne rolled her eyes. If her stupid parents hadn't barged in on her privacy she wouldn't have to be here right now.
"And why did you do that?" He looked earnestly into her eyes, making her look away.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to talk about it Joanne." Joanne sat silently for a few minutes. "Joanne?" Dr. Flummox prompted.
"Because my best friend was killed in a car crash, my brother has cancer, and my boyfriend was just killed by some freaking ghetto-kid. Alright?" Joanne spat out angrily, tears filling her eyes.
"Did anybody notice your depression?"
"Obviously."
"Did they offer you any help? Take you to a doctor, get you on medicaton?"
"What do you think?" She answered defiantly.
"You've gone on with your depression for almost a year now and you haven't had any help?"
"I don't need some fricking pill to subside my pain! Fricking drugs aren't the only way!" She took out a knife. "See this? This is my fricking sanctuary. This fricking thing has saved my life. And you want me to go on a freaking pill? I'd rather kill myself!" Which I already tried.
"I know you would, and that's why you're here," he pressed a green button on his desk.
"Fricking A! I-"
"Joanne-"
"Don't even want to be in this fricking place! I don't need a freaking hospital!" Joanne's voice raised several levels in volume, tears spilled down her cheeks. A doctor and a nurse walked in the door behind her and Dr. Flummox stood up and put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't touch me!" She backed up into the doctor and nurse.
"Joanne I'm sorry," he began.
"What are you doing?!?" Her grey-blue eyes flashed angrily as the doctor behind her grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back. The nurse took her knife and put a needle in her neck.
"Joanne you need help."
"No I don't!" She said weakly as the drugs began to work their way into her blood stream and calmed her down. "Please don't do this," Her eyes closed and she stopped struggling. The doctor picked her up and carried her out of the office and to the hospital section of the home. Joanne's parents stood by the entrance, her mother crying into her father's shoulder.

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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 12:10 pm

Charlotte O' Hara could hear voices. And she wasn't on a high, so they had to be real. Coming from somewhere. She had already gotten to the point where her left middlefinger was tapping on her thigh repeatedly. And fast. Exactly how long had she been asleep? Finally she ran into a man who locked like he worked there. He wore the white smock anyway.

"Hey, mister.." Her voice was a bit scratchy. "When do I get out of here?"

"When the doctor signs your release papers." The mans voice was dull and tiresome.

"But, I don't even have insurance! Why would a doctor care for someone who has no insurance?" Her voice suddenly became wild as she protested.

"That's really up to the doctor and whatever benefactor brough you here."

Charlotte glared and then sighed. "Fine, when do I get my things back?"

This time the man in the smock sighed. "If you don't have all of your belongings, then the doctor has deemed your missing items as harmful to your body. You won't be getting them back."

And that was her breaking point. She stared up in shock at the man. More of her fingers began to twitch. Then, she saw a doctor walk down the hall with a girl in his arms. In a rage, she kicked the back of the doctors knees. And then shouted. "THIS PLACE IS HELL!!!" Then, she walked off in the direction the doctor was headed, searching for a way out.

Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 3:25 pm

The doctor carried Joanne into the hospital section, then laid her down on a bed. A security guard was placed near her to make sure she didn't wake up and do anything rash. One of the nurses came in and hooked her up to an i.v., the medicine inside it consisting of the same power the pills she was going to have to take from now on.

"I'm afraid you can't go there," a security guard and two doctors stepped in front of Charlotte's path to the exit.

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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 4:34 pm

Charlotte took a good long look at the security guard. She was pretty sure she could outrun him. Then she looked at the two doctors. The only worry there was that they would try to sedate her on the way out. But, too late. She was so out of it that she was jumping up and down, every appendage already twitching. And she was in a terribly awful bad mood. "The hell I can't!" She kicked a doctor, and then pushed the other out of the way as she made a run for it. She hadn't even factored the security guard into her plan. And when she realized that, she was already running. She just prayed that she wouldn't be caught.

Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 10:58 pm

The security guard shook his head and took off running after her. He had been a track runner in high school and college, so he caught up to her pretty quickly. He grabbed both her arms and twisted them behind her back and forced her to the ground where he could restrain her. A nurse rushed over and gave her the same drug they had give Joanne.
"You'll thank us later," they promised her as the medicine kicked in.

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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 11:54 am

Midori Hibiki woke with a start. Looking around the white walls of her room, she sighed in annoyance as she glanced at the white carpet that her feet would soon be touching. Looking up from it she saw the small white table equipped with crayons, pencils, and colored pencils along with a stack of paper that lay in the middle of her room. A bitter thought came to her mind before anything else:

'They really know how to spoil a girl around here...'

Getting back to the point, she wondered what had woken her up to begin with until the answer came back to her clearly.

"The hell I can't!"

Someone had just screamed it somewhere down her hall. She didn't know who, but whoever it was they had just ruined the only place where she was ever truly free: her Dreams.

Getting up from the bed, she instinctively grabbed the dry erase board and a random marker along with an eraser off of her bedside table and walked quietly to the door, opening it just in time to see them give a girl a sedative and promise that later she would thank them. Of course, they both knew better. This girl would most likely sooner die trying to make a break from this place then thank the ones who had imprisoned her in it.

.:What's going on here?:.

Knowing perfectly well, Midori still wrote the words on the board in small letters. That was the only way the doctors could get her to talk to them.

Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 10:44 am

When Charlotte heard the security guard's footsteps behind her, she was already crying. Okay, so she was a bit on the sensitive side. And even more so when she wasn't all drugged up, but could you blame her? She was forced into a place she had no reason to be in. A lump rose in her throat as the security guard began to restrain her. She screamed and struggled. She lurched and thrusted and sang curse words to them. Not the nice ones, either. She was still struggling even after the sedatives kicked in. Her eyes were wild, and she just wanted out.

Finally, her movements slowed, and her limbs became slack. And then someone said something about her thanking them. "Son of a...." But, she didn't get anything in. And before she collapsed, through her hazey vision, she saw a girl with a dry erase board. And she already knew who her least liked person here was. The security guard. When she woke up, she would be sure to make his life hell.

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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 8:13 pm

Joanne woke up slowly. She looked sullenly around the hospital wing, then tried to sit up. What the-? She had been restrained to the bed.
"Freaking heck! What's going on?" She struggled her body, trying to get loose. "Can somebody freaking untie me?" She yelled out to no one in particular. Nobody answered her. "Gosh! Stupid fa-"
"Joanne?" A young doctor walked in the room.
"-gs. What?" Joanne would've jumped, had it not been for the straps tightly holding her in place.
"How are you feeling?"
"Oh don't tell me you're trying that fricking 'we care about you' crap on me!"
"Joanne, we really do care about you here-"
"Every adult who has ever told me that has turned around and dumped me off somewhere else. You expect me to believe you?" Her voice raised several volumes.
"Joanne, please, we don't want to hurt you, we want to help you..."
"I don't need any help!" Her voice sounded pleading, as if she were tired of hearing that she needed help.

Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 4:02 pm

Charlotte slowly opened her eyes, still a little groggy. She groaned as her hazey vision became clearer. She suddenly became aware of her senses. And aware of the throbbing pain she had in her head. And the straps that layed across her body. And as she realized, she could move, she began to thrust and struggle wildly. When she realized that brute strength wouldn't help, she stopped.

It smelled bad. Like a hospital. She always hated hospitals. They were cold, and they made her want to puke. This thought just made her anger rise up again. She growled under her breath and began yelling extremities followed by empty threats.

"Hey! Hey! Somebody get me the hell out of here! This is a kidnapping! I'll have you all put behind bars! Get me the hell out of here!"

Then, she began kicking her feet wildly, trying to make some loud noise. Then, she starting rocking from side to side, trying to turn over the bed. This one wasn't so comfortable. Then a doctor walked in and stood beside her. She stopped moving and stared at him. After deciding she didn't like him, she spit on him.

"Charlotte? Calm down. As soon as we flush out your system, you can--"
"Flush out my system? This is a frickin' kidnapping! I'll flush out your system as soon as I get the feck outta here!"
"Now, Charlotte. Don't you think your being a little overdramatic? I promise, we are not kidnapping you."
"What the hell do you think this is? You pick me up off of the streets and take me here against my will! And now you won't even let me go? What the hell does the word kidnap mean to you?" The doctor frowned and gave her a steady look before putting a hand to her forehead, testing for a temper.
"Charlotte, we didn't pick you up. Your grandmother brought you here."
"What the hell?! I don't even have a grandmother!" The doctor shook his head.
"Yes, you do. We've looked into it. Your mother's step-mother. Remember?" Then, Charlotte glared a pair of vicious daggers at the doctor.
"That hag is not even close to family! She's a fricking witch and you need to get me the hell out of here!"
Not only did she dislike being locked up, but she was beginning to feel clammy and overheated. And she was twitching wildly underneath the straps.

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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 4:32 pm

Midori walked through the empty hallways, her cold bare feet shivering with every step. The man that she had asked only looked at her strangely and ignored her writing as he carried the other girl away and told a nurse in hushed words that, she believed were exactly:

"This one needs her stomach pumped and strong leather retraints."

She didn't mind. After all, they all thought she was mentally and verbally challenged and couldn't comprehend what they did or said. Only she, her mother, and a few of the doctors knew any better.

She turned a corner and just as she saw what looked to be an accessible window a doctor came into sight and pulled her away from it through elbow linkage, knowing full and well that she hated any sort of touch related activities.

Looking at the nametag, she inwardly groaned. It read 'Dr. Cheryl E. Wilkinson'.

This was not her normal doctor, but she hated her all the same. She was blonde-haired, brown-eyed, and definately knew how to maintain a calm 'I only want to help you' type of attitude. Midori hated seeing her. Her constant smile, endless array of patience, and irritating sense of understanding made her sickening to look at. Ironically, Midori may have looked up to her as a role-model if not for the circumstances.

Oh and do you remember the doctors that knew better than to believe she was challenged? Well this was one of them.

"Midori, just the patient I was looking for! You are very late for your appointment. Come this way and we'll get right to it."

.:There's a reason I'm late. I wasn't planning on coming to this little meeting of yours. You do realize that, right?:.

The doctor read the words and only smiled brighter as she pulled her to the entrance of a little white room with a single window on the far side of it and a kid-sized desk and chair set that was meant for them to share. It had the same set of crayons and white paper on it as the desk in her room and she immediately stopped in the doorway to sneer at the doctor.

.:I'm not going in there:.

The doctor read the words and gave her a broad smile.

"On the contrary, Miss Hibiki. You're going in there whether you like it or not."

At that moment Midori was pushed through the doorway, the doctor entering immediately after her, and the door was closed, automatically locking behind them.

"Take a seat. We'll be in here as long as you need to be."

Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 11:17 am

Charlotte struggled as the doctors tried to force a rubber tube down her throat. She kept her jaw clenched and kept her mouth clear away from the tube. She knew what that thing was. It was painful. There was no way she was taking this. And then a very built man came in and held her head straight while the doctor pried open her teeth. Then the tube slid down her throat and she gagged. Oh, this was bad. For one, she didn't like this type of torture. And for two, the only thing that kept her sane right now were the drugs in her stomache. It'd been a while since she was completely sober, heck she couldn't even remember. Her vision went hazy and she feinted.

She was dreaming, and she saw herself before her father died. That's right, she wore glasses. That's why she could never see straight, she had lost her glasses the morning her father gave up. She watched herself leave her apartment and walk to an alley. Then she saw her present self. The one that was always on a high and couldn't sit still. Her former self pulled out a baggy of white dust and traded it off to her present self for a wad of cash. What did this mean? Oh, she had no idea. Then she felt a tugging on her hand and looked down to see a little boy pulling on her finger. But it hurt. Bad. Like needles.

Then she woke up. Her mouth tasted like rubbing alcohol. And her vision was still blurry. She glanced down at her hand to see a doctor pulling a needle out of it. She couldn't talk just quite yet, and she didn't want to either. She didn't want to see these people either. She loathed them with a passion. For taking away the one thing she could control. She twitched her fingers and with a rush, her strength came back to her. Apparently when she had feinted, they had loosened the restraints. One of the doctors began to speak.

"Charlotte, Dr. Peterburg would like to talk to you. Are you up for it?" But, charlotte turned away from the doctor under the restraints, her back facing him. "Whatever gets me out of here." Then, someone released the restraints and let Charlotte down. But, two guards stood at her side, each holding an elbow. But, Charlotte was in a mood. A kind of mood where she would only give negative retorts and where she would be rude and most uncooperative.

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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 6:28 pm

Joanne watched, horrified, as they shoved a tube down Charlotte's throat. The scene wasn't very happy. She looked away and found herself looking right into the doctor's face.
"Why are they doing that," she found herself asking, surprised to hear her voice cracking like she was about to cry.
"They're pumping drugs out of her stomach..." He answered her, watching them as they worked.
"Ugh..." She was suddenly glad that her parents had been good for one thing: cautioning her not to do drugs so much that she agreed. And she hardly ever went back on her promises.

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