*******THIS IS A SPECIAL CHAPTER BECAUSE IT IS TOLD IN THE THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW. *********

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2 1/2 Hours before the alarm

It seemed like every parent was checking their child into the institution this week, the lunchroom was crowded. Overgrown children left and right, picking up there trays and slamming them onto the cold metal so they could get filled with fruit and bread. Everything in Young Gardens was very well placed, so in sync with the mood - even though the walls were plain, nothing was out of place. No one looked crazy.

Sydney sat alone at a table in the corner - she was new and no one knew her yet. There were no friends, just people who talk to one another to pass time. Some talked to the walls for company, others hysterically laughed to occupy themselves. Emerson, who had been in Young Gardens for a little over a year, was alone, she'd fought with earlier the other day. Emerson stared from across the room, her blue eyes glowing after looking at Sydney too long.

There was loud chatter, everyone's voice combined to create the perfect mix of danger and sweetness. The sounds were muffled, even if you were sitting right across from one of them you would never understand what they were saying.

As Sydney played over her fruit she wondered what everyone was doing back home, it was about 11 in the morning so of course they'd be in school - on lunch. Who was Reese, hanging out with? Did her classmates wonder why she hadn't showed up? Was Reese finding a new best friend? Had Jo gotten her message?

These were the questions that jumbled together in her mind, leaving her with one overwhelming thought - regret. Regret of ever having that birthday dinner, and leaving her mom to book the entertainment. Things would have been so different, she thought. As she continued to run with her thoughts, Emerson was becoming angry across the room.

"YOU WATCH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" Emerson blurted out, everything stopped and the attention was on her. She was at the table alone.

The oversized nurses stormed through the double doors that locked the kids inside, the big, one sided glass wall shook. In an instinct, the room was hectic again, everyone and thing erupting into chaos. Emerson was there and then, she wasn't. Her arms braided behind her back as they pulled her away from the table where she was now banging uncontrollably onto the polished wood tables, knocking the spoon onto the floor, leaving a loud impression. Once they managed to get her out of the lunchroom, the children watched in amusement. A girl insane.

They laughed, joked, and judged.

Sydney watched in awe as Emerson's thin legs disappeared through the doorway. Once dinner was done, the halls throughout the facility fell quiet, the voices within the walls that some seemed to hear, seized. And once again, the place was at rest.

Dinner was no longer than an hour, and once the nurses decided it was enough - it was enough. "Times up, Sydney," her nurse demanded her to get up from her seat. Sydney was never fond of commands, her eyebrow raised and she continued to sit hearing what the nurse said but not listening. The nurse grew agitated and sharply pulled Sydney's shoulder back, almost knocking her backwards onto the floor.

The nurse followed Sydney as she led the way back to her cell, "you lead." He growled once they turned the dark corner.

"Sydney Jones?" A pretty nurse approached Sydney with a graceful smile drawn across her face, just as she was about to shut back behind the barred door. She nodded in excitement - happy to have someone acknowledge her absence, happy to have someone to talk to, happy.

This was her call of the day.

"Is this a game, Reese?"

"Hardly." Reese replied, her voice was intense, to Sydney she wasn't the same girl she left behind in Homewood - something had changed, it was written all through her voice. Her words were much crueler.

The building was in an uproar by the time the dial tone blasted through the speakers of the phone, leaving Sydney paralyzed in one position. It was sudden, when Sydney started darting through the halls - her blood boiling, melting the skin on her arms and setting her aflame leading her straight to the showers. There was already steam clouding the mirrors, and she was muggy as soon as her feet crossed the barrier - the fog made it impossible to see, but it already seemed like she knew what she came for.

"What the hell is your problem?!"

Emerson screeched in pain, as Sydney held her face steadily under the scorching hot water that turned her hands the color of fresh blood. Sydney's heavy force pushed Emerson into the tiled walls. Sydney was quite angry.

"Please!" Emerson begged, throwing shallow punches towards Sydney with her spare hand in attempt to get away, but Syd was tough, held firm with her grip of Emerson's face against the wall so she couldn't get away or get any punches in.

"You ruined me," Sydney grunted.

Sydney wasn't feeling anything, while Emerson felt everything at once - flashes of her life before she met Sydney.

Emerson Porter, daughter of Trish and Ed Porter, sister of Kelsey, Lissa and Jordan Porter,18 years old, found in the showers - her blonde hair cut to the shoulders, face blue and purple. Apparently, she slipped and fell in the showers. Apparently, she committed suicide.

Apparently, no one knew what happened.