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.