Made ya wait longer for this one than the other one, didn't I? ;)

Again, any writing prompts/story requests would be much appreciated.

"Demyx?"

"Huh?" The dirty blonde pried his eyes open, trying to pay attention to the room around him.

"Introductions. Your turn." Aerith tried not to get too upset with her kids, but when they slept through group, she got irritated, not that she would ever show it.

"Right. I'm Demyx, I'm 15, I'm here for depression, suicidality, cutting, and ADHD."

"Thank you Demyx." Said blonde promptly fell asleep in his chair again. Aerith just sighed, knowing that if Demyx was tired, he would sleep, come hell or high water.

"Hey Dem, you see that new girl?"Axel asked his roommate who had just recently woken up, and was now looking out the frosted window, looking a bit sad.

"What new girl?"

"You're hopeless Dem. Really, really, hopeless. Blonde girl. VERY blonde. High-pitched voice...ringing any bells?"

"Nope~"

Axel sighed and laidback on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Demyx wasn't a great conversationalist, despite his initial impression.

"I wonder why they paired us together?"

"I dunno, Dem, this was probably the only room open when you got here, and so you were placed here."

"But don't you find it odd that you're a pyromaniac, and I'm the one who tried to drown himself?"

"No, not really. Why?"

"I dunno, I guess...it almost sounds like a joke doesn't it?"

"You have an odd sense of humor if it does."

Demyx sighed and continued staring out the window. It was raining; he loved rain and water in general. And the fact that he'd been paired with Axel, the fire-lover, seemed oddly humorous to him. It was as if a higher force decided to play a sarcastic joke on them. That reminded him, "Hey Ax, do you really think there's a guy in the sky, watching us all?"

"If there is, he's sure as hell one major sadist."

"Ah," Demyx was hoping Axel would have a better response. Despite his appearance and behavior, he was actually a very deep thinker. That was part of the reason he began cutting anyways...part of the reason...no, he shouldn't think about that. He was in his room - he'd been there long enough to call it that - and he had his journal and a pencil. Granted, it was a bendy pencil without an eraser or wood - to keep them from hurting themselves with it - and the tip was incredibly dull, but he could still write, damn it!

Leon had told him to write about whatever was bothering him in the journal. To write his feelings. What was he, a girl? No, he used his journal to write poetry and lyrics, which is indeed manly, thank you very much.

Speaking of music, he was really starting to miss his iPod. He had arrived three weeks prior, and, as a result, gone three weeks without music. Of course, they couldn't watch TV to see music either. They couldn't know ANYTHING going on outside of their little world. Total seclusion. Okay, that was a lie, they got to hear tidbits of news from the MTs, and those who got guests would share any news they found out. Unfortunately, Demyx didn't have any visitors. His mother, father, and brother were one hour away in Twilight Town. This was the closest hospital though, so here he was. And of course, because his parents were under enough financial stress already, they couldn't afford wasting the gas and money. But he still got to call them on the phone. They had phone time every night. Unfortunately, Demyx could barely talk to his parents for more than five minutes. And he couldn't talk to his brother, either. He could only talk to people eighteen and older. Just thinking about it made him stressed, and he began snapping the rubber band on his wrist harder than he had before, not having realized it.

"Dem?"

He sighed. "What?"

"Your arm…it looks fucked up"

"Yes, I know, I have scars from cutting, which I wish I could still do, but they took away all my sharps. But you have burns all over yours, so you have no room to talk."

"Dude, I just meant that it's covered in welts."

He looked down at his arm. Yup, sure enough, his whole inner forearm, from his wrist to almost his elbow, was covered in angry red welts. Crap. Those would take a few days to go away, and he would have to talk about next group he was sure. Luckily, he had 'school' next. "Oh yeah, it is. Do you have school next?"

"I know you're trying to change the subject and it won't work," Axel rolled over onto his side, hand propping up his head.

"I just did it without thinking."

"Whatever. You'll tell me later, or else you'll tell everyone in group. Either way, I find out.

"I won't have to tell them if I wear my arm warmers." Now he was just being childish, and he knew it, but couldn't help it.

"I still don't see why they let us have those. Could choke ourselves with 'em, y'know? And I'll just take them off."

"We're not allowed to touch anyone, so ha."

"I think I know who's leading group after school. And let's just say that he will listen to me," Axel grinned.

"Oh god, not –"

"Yup. Xigbar."

Demyx groaned. He was in for it now.

Yay, I made it almost 1,000 words this time :D

Here we meet Axel. Also, how will group with Xigbar go? What will Demyx say? What the heck is this 'school' thing, anyways? Find out in the next installment of 'Radiant Garden Mental Hospital'!