The first step began on a ward full of white. White curtains, white bed frame and white sheets, white tiled flooring. So much white it made your eyes burn because the lights were entirely too bright. His eyes were already burning with the fact that they had to open, as he thought they wouldn't have to ever again. He thought he'd finally let it all go but he hadn't.

"You're awake," a woman in a white jacket smiled, a clipboard resting in her gloved hands. He attempted to sit up, his arms scrambling to push his body up but instead he felt a blood rush to his head as he whimpered from the pain on his wrists.

"You've lost a lot of blood," she explained as she pulled up a small plastic chair, shockingly the chair was blue, a drop of colour in the completely clinical white hell. "You're going to be very weak still; you've only just gained consciousness. Do you need anything?"

He opened his mouth to speak and realised how unbearably dry his tongue was. His head ached and he felt terribly shaky.

"A drink?" he managed to say with a slight slur affecting his voice.

"Yes, of course. You've been out for nearly a week, I suppose you would be very thirsty."

"A week!" he gasped and pushed himself up in surprise before yelping from the IV digging into his arm and making him feel sick. He had been asleep, protected only by a curtain of white, wrapped up in white sheets, stationary in an alien bed, for a week. The doctor removed a walkie-talkie from her pocket and asked for a water to be brought up to wing 2-B.

"I want to take a shower," he said.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that right now," she sighed. A nurse strolled passed with a metal trolley which clanged and scratched the floor and the sound rolled through Rin's head dizzily giving him a headache.

"The water, Doctor," the young nurse said. He passed the little plastic cup to the doctor.

"Thank you, Daisuke," she said with a smile, taking the cup and passing it to Rin. The nurse nodded before pushing the clanging metal trolley. "Small sips," she cautioned.

Rin did take a small sip of the water, it tasted bland and coppery yet somehow it also tasted like the greatest thing and he ended up gulping down the entirety of the cups contents, desperate to remove the dryness in his throat. She clicked her tongue as the cup was settled on the bedside.

"I understand that I need to be on suicide watch for the next twenty four hours, right?" Rin asked after lying back in his bed slightly.

"No," she sighed. "No, Rin, you don't," her grip on the clipboard firming.

"Great, so I'll be going home soon, then?"

"This is your third suicide attempt in the last two months, Rin. We shouldn't have let you leave after the second time," she said, her voice growing sterner and her smile creasing into a frown.

"Wait. What do you mean?" He asked.

"The board has discussed your case. You refuse to visit any sort of therapist, you refuse to talk about your feelings, and you aren't getting any better. The only time you aren't a risk to yourself is when you're being watched. I'm sorry to have to say this to you, but you're being sectioned."

He couldn't speak. It wasn't fair. He was going to be stuck in some sort of asylum he was sure of it. He didn't deserve this. It all felt like someone had punched him in the stomach and winded him.

"The moment your mother and sister are out of the house, you self-harm, during school you continuously attempt to sneak out of the building, and you've made five attempts to run away. We don't have a choice, it would be negligent to do anything else. From the moment that you are physically stable you will be relocated to the psychiatric wing of the hospital until you are no longer a risk to yourself or others."

The doctor then got out of her seat and headed for the exit. If he were stable, he would have knocked something over or screamed or something. But in the end he just couldn't fight, he just fell asleep.

Over the next week he saw his family, they had to talk a lot so they knew what to pack. One morning his sister turned up with a white paper bag on her arm. She had a big, somewhat forced, smile as she approached his bed. She tipped the contents of the bag onto the blankets.

Rin was surprised to find it was a large assortment of bracelets.

"Gou, why?"

"Well, since it's the summer, you probably wouldn't want to be in long sleeved shirts all the time, so I thought you could cover up… the scars with these," she replied, looking at the bed.

Wearing bracelets seemed so embarrassingly feminine and he was not feminine, he had absolutely never ever watched a romance film and cried. Definitely not… But he could see all the effort his sister had put into it. "Thanks, I love them," he said.

But when that week was over and he was stood in front of the ward, showered, dressed and able to move around without the doctors insisting he be in a wheelchair, a sudden fear struck him and he wanted to bolt. He so desperately wanted to run away. Instead he let the doctors lead him through the white double doors.