Sorry I couldn't be better

So I've been dealing with self-harm which by the way is not the solution. Man am I a hypocrite. Anyway, this story is for people out there like me. It can get better. I'm learning that.

Summary: Honestly, Maka isn't sure why her parents even love her any more. All she ever does is disappoint them. But the way she chooses to solve her problem winds her up in a hospital for troubled teenagers. Mental hospital AU. Parings not decided yet. Trigger warnings.

Honestly, Maka was surprised it took her until she was fifteen to turn to suicide. Looking back at her life, as she stood atop her house, it was one big gloomy hole of depression and sadness. Her parents all but ignored her. It was almost as if the three family members lived separate lives. Her dad was a notorious flirt who had some day job at an office and was rarely at home at night. Her mum was a dentist and was often called in as she belonged to an 'Emergency Dental Clinic.' Maka was simply the child who cooked for herself, cleaned the house and even forged signatures on notes because her parents were always 'busy'.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd been acknowledged apart from her birthday a few months ago where she'd received a book voucher and a trip to the aquarium. It was the best day in her entire life but the joy didn't last as she woke the next morning to an empty house.

She walked herself to the bookstore that day and went home with nothing. She didn't want to read a book about a perfect girl with a perfect life and a perfect family. Those authors obviously didn't know what real life was. They obviously went around in some magical daze, laughing about butterflies and candy and unicorns.

Maka jolted back to the real world where she was moments away from ending her miserable excuse for a life. She took a step forward, taking her time despite the lack of regret she felt. She teetered on the edge and then fell forward into blackness.

The next thing she knew, she was waking up in a hospital, sandwiched between crisp white sheets and being asked by a crazy looking man why she did it.

Why did she do it? The question was why didn't she do it sooner? What was the point of living in a world where you were invisible and no one noticed you? Wouldn't it be easier to fade from existence and save people the trouble of bothering with you?

The man hadn't even battered an eyebrow at her silence, instead he was scribbling down notes on his stupid sheets that were probably full of his theories on her. What was she? A science experiment? Another kid who has to be 'saved?' Couldn't they see it was just a waste of time? She didn't want to be saved. If she did, she would have called one of those kids support lines or something. Or emailed the school counselor.

"I'm Dr Stein," the man broke Maka out of her depressing thoughts. "I'm one of the head doctors at DWMA Mental Hospital. No one's quite sure what the DWMA stands for, I think the people who started the place thought it looked cool." He attempted to smile at Maka and she shivered, unnerved by the creepy scars and the weird bolt hair accessory he sported.

"So," Maka finally said, unsure of why a doctor at a mental institution was talking to her. She wasn't crazy.

"Well after talking to your parents, we've gotten permission to take you on-board so to speak."

"Eh?"

Stein laughed at her look of confusion, reaching out to adjust a lone flower on her bedside table.

"It means you'll be coming to stay at the hospital for a while. Until we're sure you won't attempt to…let's just say we're going to help you Maka." Stein finished his sentence albeit awkwardly and hurriedly scribbled down some more random notes. Maka suspected he was just doodling to cover up his awkwardness.

"I don't need help," she managed to get out, determined to make the man leave. "It won't solve anything. Things will still be he- hard for me."

Stein raised an eyebrow at this remark and scribbled down more notes. What was so fascinating about Maka? She shifted uncomfortably in the bed as he fixed her with an amused look as if to say 'you're in denial sweetie.'

"That's what they all say." Stein made no attempt to hide the amusement that was in his voice as well as plastered all over his face. "But you're parents agreed Maka so you're being admitted whether you like it or not."

Maka attempted to fold her arms though the slim cast on her left wrist made it hard so she settled for shooting a death glare at Stein to try and change his mind.

Stein's mouth stretched into the creepiest smile Maka had ever seen at her rather pathetic try to escape becoming a patient.

"Sorry Maka, we've already taken your records, set you up in a room and chosen your private counsellor." Stein was looking all too happy as he relayed the information. "Looks like once you're well enough to leave the ordinary hospital, you're coming to DWMA."

Stein left at this, leaving Maka alone in her private hospital room with no company but the slightly wilted daffodil that had strangely appeared with no one telling her who'd sent it.

Apparently the reason Maka had survived was because she was so relaxed, she wasn't tense so she survived the fall with no serious life impacting injuries. She had however, earned herself a broken wrist, several cracked ribs, severe concussion and a number of lacerations on her skin. The building she'd jumped off hadn't actually been that high either. Just the roof of her one story house. Not really a building at all.

Honestly, looking back at it now, Maka had been a bit silly with her choice. It obviously had made the difference between passing on and being sent to some loony bin. And now she was slumped in some official car being driven across town to her residence. Her parents had come to see her a few times in hospital though both denied giving her the daffodil which she had taken with her, the vase clutched to her chest as she started listlessly out the car window.

The driver was silent and if Maka couldn't see him, she would have sworn a ghost was driving her around. The car slowed down abruptly and pulled into a cluttered car park, narrowly missing a cute little Vespa. The driver pulled the key out the ignition and waited patiently for Maka to clamber awkwardly out of the car and move around to the boot which opened suddenly to reveal Maka's meagre belongings.

She pulled her bags out the car and shut the boot. The moment metal met metal; the car pulled away and vanished leaving Maka standing in the car park. She swallowed nervously and turned to look up at the tall modern building.

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