[MuseSick]

Annabelle sighed softly, her shaking hands running through her snowy white hair. She hoped she'd be released soon, like she did, every other day that she was stuck, cooped up inside this place. She wished to be free, to go home, and lye in her own bed, in her own room, in her own house. Go to her own university, and have her own family one day. But wishing wasn't exactly an act that got you anywhere. It gave you hope for something better while you sat in this place, maybe the lunch room, maybe your bed room, hearing nothing but the ticking clock, because every second you were in their felt like being caged in your own personal hell. She saw it two ways- her playing pretend made her stay here more enjoyable, she thought she may as well be happy if she's stuck here. But playing pretend, was also what got her another year. She didn't know if she'd ever look back and see it as something good. She regretted it every day, and knowing what she knew she still lined up and extended her stay with every lie told. But lying didn't make you insane, it just meant you were afraid of the truth. Annabelle knew that she could sit there and generalize for hours about what could be, and what could have been. But it wouldn't make her any less crazy. She shook her head a small smile on her lips as she glanced to her ward, she was done eating.

Annabelle wasn't part of the garden club it was true, but her orderly took her for walks all the time. Mainly because he himself knew what it was like to be in there for something that was harmless, that couldn't hurt anyone. "Ready to go outside kiddo?" she'd hear him say, like always. He called her kiddo, not because he was much older than she, but because he thought of her as a child. She was a compulsive liar playing pretend, just like a child. She remembered the day's where he'd tell her about what happened when he was in here, and they'd formulate their own definition of what her diagnostic was. They agreed that if that got you thrown in the ward, they should take every child with an imagination, and toss them in here too. Her ward made her feel better about being here, he had ever since her first day. Little did she know she'd soon be assigned to a new one.

She rose from her spot and sighed softly, setting her tray down she glanced to the window, staring outside as they headed for the music hall, they each grabbed a guitar, and headed towards the doors. They sat down resting in the shade of a willow tree, both mimicking one another, their legs crossed, guitars in their laps they looked one another over and laughed softly. The garden club was coming outside now, and they walked past them, everyone smiling and waving, some glaring as Annabelle and her ward played. He taught her how to play, because he didn't believe that being here meant you couldn't learn like a normal person.

[Kaguya]

Akihiko stayed in the same area that he was in drawing, a small yawn came from his mouth, he right hand moving to cover it while he done so, he knew he had taken life, but to him it was justified after how they had treated him. He couldn't have stopped it even if he tried the world was less understanding of people like him and the day of his father's death proved it. He loved his family that had never changed, it was because of their foolish actions that caused the already unstable boy to escalate to the point of killing.

Seeing feet by his paper he looked up and seen the woman he had asked for the paper, not bothering to stand he lowered his pencil and bowed kneeling, the woman had been brought up to date with his upbringing and returned the bow, knowing it had been returned he straightened his back and picked up his pencil and began to draw once more “Is it finished yet?” the woman asked looking down to see him shake his head “Everything in life takes time, if it is to be done correctly...” he would say respectfully “besides it is not as if I am going anywhere soon” he sighed “I will die soon however, birds do not do well in cages when they have known freedom” his voice wasn't threatening it was more a matter of fact than anything else.

The woman placed her hand forward, she knew not to touch the boy unless he had said it was okay. She hadn't been told why he was here as the file was classified but was warned never to take him at face value as he could change quicker than the wind changed direction. “Then does the bird wish to leave his cage for a while? I have been given the permission I need to take you to the garden” she say watching as the boy rose without a word keeping the pencil and paper with him, he took the orderlies hand and walked with her to the garden.

Finding somewhere in the sun he let go of her hand and sat down to continue the drawing, he had no idea that it was near Annabel and her orderly, after a moment he would begin singing not minding if their where others around him, it was something he done when he was feeling unnerved or frightened (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dlat4_dxQpA)