A/N: I wrote this on holiday and somehow it managed to be one of the longer chapters I've written, but hey, who cares about how time works.
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Kya didn't know what to take to Dalacine. It was strange; she'd always related packing with holidays and that kind of stuff, not a mental hospital. She dropped some clothes into the open suitcase on the floor. Then she stopped, stared at them, and took them out again. She kicked the suitcase shut and flopped down on her bed.
She tried to imagine what it would be like to sleep in a bed that wasn't this one; she didn't even know how long for, but it made her uneasy. This was familiarity. The desk against the wall wouldn't be there at Dalacine. Neither would the wardrobe or the piles of notes on her desk. The walls wouldn't be same colour, and all her happy memories would be left here. She didn't want to take them with her because she didn't trust anyone not to damage them. It felt like she was moving away forever when really it was a temporary stay. Her parents said it wouldn't be for long, but she wasn't sure she believed them.
The thing about being in a mental hospital was that she didn't know if that was what she wanted, and everyone there would expect her to. She hated living her life feeling so abnormal compared to everyone around her who seemed to be dealing with everything just fine, but being surrounded by people just like her sounded awful. She thought living with herself was a nightmare, imagining so many other people with similar problems would be hell.
Truth was, she had already made her mind up. Dalacine wasn't going to help her, and now that she had decided that, it was probably going to be right. She didn't want to live her life the way she was living it at that moment, but help just didn't feel like it was doing what it was supposed to.
She had been to see Jeffrey a few more times. Her parents had talked to him, too, about being admitted to Dalacine. He told them it was a good idea, which technically made it his fault. He said he was excited to see her move in and get better. She had rolled her eyes. It had been interesting to see his expression waver at the time since he usually seemed so sure about everything. Kya had smiled at the thought of being the one patient he couldn't fix. Now, she wondered if that was a sign that things would never get better; even someone who's profession it was to fix her was having doubts about whether he could do it. She couldn't say it surprised her.
On the desk sat some paper with both hers and Ezra's handwriting on. Kya had refused to come out of her room for a few days now; her parents weren't letting her go to school, so she decided that she might as well stay holed up, practice for the mental facility they were dumping her at. Ezra wanted to talk to her, but Kya wouldn't open the door, so she had slid some paper through and communicated that way.
It was a Thursday. Ezra was at school and her dad was downstairs with the twins. Her mum was out at work, probably. Her mum was the only one who hadn't attempted to come through the door the whole time it had been shut. Her dad was the one who brought up food and left it outside the door for her if she wanted it. He, too, had given up on knocking on the door now. Kya had a suspicion that her mum had told Addison not to come over. She had received messages from her, but no attempts to actually see her. She hoped her mum was the reason for it, otherwise Addison just wasn't bothering. Maybe she'd given up too.
The point was that Kya was all alone, and no one except her had come into the room for nearly three days now. She was supposed to go to Dalacine in less than a day, and that was the last thing she wanted to do. It felt as if everything was going to go on the same way forever. Maybe forever was what she wanted, not this kind of forever, not the loud kind where her brain echoed the thoughts that told her that no one cared and she was a mess, but the quiet kind. Peace.
