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Hi there! I just wanna say that it's nice to be back to doing this again. I'm sorry for the delays with the stories and any requests that have been made. I've been having some trouble with my family, but hopefully it's all situated. Anyway please enjoy and there will be more coming! OH and don't forget to leave a review.

I have been avoiding Kit by doing more things in the kitchen. I don't think that he wants anything to do with me anymore, now that he knows what Dr. Arden did to me. I was currently kneading the dough with Pepper when the doors busted open. Making us look over from our work. Kit stared right at me. I looked away and continued my work. "Here Pepper these are ready to be baked." I spoke softly to her with a gentle smile, and she walked away with the tray. I wiped my hands on my apron. "Gwen I need to talk to ya." I snapped my head up to see Kit standing on the other side of the table kneading the dough.

I grabbed a new thing of dough and started working on it. "Why?" I asked with no emotion in my voice. "I know who snitched…Gwen!" I jumped from him slamming his hand. "Mr. Walker control yourself or you'll find yourself in solitude." warned a Sister. We went back to kneading but continued to whisper.

"How do you know? And why would you care?" I dared to look up to see his eyes looking back at mine. "I care because of you. What they did to ya is wrong. Nobody should go through something like that. There's this reporter here with us. Her name's Lana Winters, she knows another way outta here." He gave me such a hopeful look. "I thought you were disgusted by me with what happened." He gave me a dimpled smile and held my hand with a reassured grip. "I would never be…you're my best friend." He said the last part when he let go of my hand. I knew it was because of the Nun.

Since then Kit had been trying to get me to meet Lana. However, I was assigned to a new therapist, so I couldn't find the time to. The therapist seemed new to this place, he always had this calculating look as if trying to find someone. We never spoke… Well I hadn't. He has tried to talk to me. From the weather all through to how I slept. For about a whole five weeks I would never answer him. I'd just stare at him, I swear that I've seen him before…

"Ms. Dawn." I snapped my attention back to him. "I read over your medical reports, today." I looked at him already bored of the conversation. "Good you can read. Anything else I can entertain you with?" I spoke dully as I traced the table with random shapes, my head leaning into the palm of my left hand. "You can talk that's shocking." He spoke sarcastically. I laughed at the childish games we were playing. "Fair fair. How about we peak about you for a moment? It's boring if only I am the subject of conversation." He seemed just happy that I'm speaking to him.

"Sure Ms. Dawn, what would you like to know?" I looked at him with my head tilted slightly. "Your parents." He flared his nostrils but tried to hide the fact that he's irritated. "What about them?" I smiled at him gently and that seemed to relax him. "What were they like? If you tell me I'll tell you what mine were like." He seemed hesitant but with the idea of me sharing about my parents he nodded. "No lies…truth…I'll know id you're lying to me." I said and motioned him to talk.

"I never knew my Father. So there's not much to say about him." I nod in understanding and for him to continue. "My Mother was okay. I love her even though she…." He seemed to stop as if he was remembering a memory. "Dr. Thredson? What did your mother do?" He snapped back, and gave me a reassuring smile. "She abandoned me at what you'd call an orphanage. I call it the system." I was quite shocked. I figured he was one of those Psychiatrist that had a happy family. "Well at least you had somewhere to go to. My parents… All they ever did was yell at each other. My Father would bring home strange women, as my mother would bring home strange men."

I leaned forward and motioned for him to do the same. He did. "Until one day they've had enough of each other and…. Killed each other, in the kitchen, in the middle of dinner. I was lucky enough not to get caught in their scuff, and to get found by my best friend and neighbor. They call the cops and I was left with nowhere else to go." I whispered. I leaned back in my chair as did he. He gives me a nocturnal look before pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He offers me one and I take it.

"You watched them kill each other? With what, if I may?" I laughed as he lit mine then his own. "Well my mother had her fork, whilst my father had his bottle of scotch. I'll leave the rest to your imagination." He nods as I finished my cigarette. "Although I hate your mother." His head snapped back at me raising an eyebrow. "Why is that, Ms. Dawn?" I looked him dead in the eye with a serious face.

"Mothers should never abandon their child under any circumstances. Your mother's a coward." I flinched when he slammed his hand on the table suddenly. I slowly look up at him to see sadness and something that I only ever see in children. "Our time is up. I'll see you next week." He whispers and nods to the guard who takes me away to the lounge area. I was still trying to figure out what I had said to make him react that way.

I sat with Pepper and she wanted to play a game of go-fish. As we were playing our card game I felt like I was being watched. I looked around but no one was staring at me. Pepper nudged me and looked at me to see if I was okay. "Thank you Pepper. I'll be okay I promise." I tapped her nose making her giggle. I smiled as I continued on with our game. Once finished a Sister led us to our cells.

As I lay there in bed I kept thinking of the culprit who found out about my key….Dr. Arden. "I'll get you back for this you evil monster!" I whispered harshly into the pitch black room.