Title: Sanctuary Psych Ward
Rating: Rated R
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel Sanctuary, nor do I claim to.
Warnings:  Alternate Universe (AU), Yaoi, Yuri.
Pairings: RosielxKatan, KiraxSetsuna, KatohxArakune, KuraixSara.
Genre: Angst, Romance.
Summary: Setsuna and Sara Mudou have been to Sanctuary Psych Ward.  Suffering from disorders that are dangerous to them and others, will they be able to deal with their new groups mates, old problems, and group therapy?
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Sanctuary Psych Ward.  The place where I'll spend my summer.  I'll spend my days in group therapy, listening to the problems of other people that I'm never going to see again.  I'll listen to the therapist give her fake condolences.  Then he or she will move onto me, and try to get me to "open-up" and spill my guts.

Well, I should start off with why I'm here to begin with.  My name is Setsuna Mudou.  Mudou, Setsuna if you follow Japanese tradition.  I'm 5'11" with blonde hair and brown eyes.  I'm here at Sanctuary Psych Ward because I suffer from Manic Depression, or it you want the "technical term" for it, I have Bipolar Disorder.

I've been with a shrink for six months now before being committed to this lovely Nut House.  During my sessions, he would try and probe into my personal feelings about certain topics.  He was never able to determine what specifically caused the disorder, but said it had to do with my current living environment. 

I, personally, think it's mostly my home life.  My parents are divorced and use us to get back at each other.  I only see my sister once a month.  She's having problems just like I am.  She suffers from Multiple Personality Disorder.

But as I was saying about the shrink, he gave my mother different prescription after prescription to try, and they didn't work.  Eventually, I became hooked on my mothers seeping pills.  I'd take them whenever I couldn't sleep.

However, what finally drove my mother to having my committed was my last suicide attempt.  On my first attempt, I swallowed half of my mother's pills, but threw them back up.  So I decided to do it quickly, and I slit my wrist.  The end result was me spending a week and a half in the hospital, then being committed here.

There's my sad, cry your heart out story.  Well, the shorten version.  I have to spend three months here, maybe longer, to be "corrected" as my father puts it.  However, if they really think this will work, they're wrong.