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One {New}

Ashtyn Nickols busied himself as he waited for them to bring his newest charge in. He wasn't exactly sure what was with this one, but he knew they'd found him in the park, and he knew that he was supposed to find out what happened.

Ashtyn loved his job, he loved helping out the traumatized victims who he was supposed to help through their rough time, he loved seeing them slowly regain their memory as they told him what they could remember. It always made him smile when he made them well enough for them to testify with complete certainty that they were right.

This boy he was getting sent this time, he was sure his name was Niall, he was his fifth case. He was the fifth person that Ashtyn was getting the chance to help. He was the fifth person that had come from almost dying, and had barely made it, who couldn't remember most of the night it happened. Or, for some reason, who had done the act.

Ashtyn had learned a lot. Most of the time it was because of some kind of abuse, whether it be mentally or physically. But the kid, or in one case adult, even after remembering, didn't want to share it with Ashtyn, because they were frightened, frightened beyond their wits of the person who had done it to them. And they wouldn't talk about it, because they were so frightened.

The longest case Ashtyn had was Emily Walters, who had been beat almost to death by her father. She'd been almost drowned, and her skin had been sat on fire. And she had not been able to remember anything that had happened to her. It took a while before she would finally admit that it was her father who had done it, for her to remeber exactly what had happened that god-foresaken night.

Ashtyn wasn't sure how much they actually remembered and how much they pretended to forget. He just had to get them to open up about it, no matter how he got them to open up.

It was then that there was a knock at the door, and Ashtyn went to open it up. A scruffy brown-haired police officer was standing there with a shaking blonde-haired boy.

"This is Niall Horan," the police officer said. "He's your newest patient."

There. The first chapter was short, and I'm sorry. I'll get more...it's just that I've been on hiatus the past few weeks, so I decided to write this. Dedication to my Babe who I missed the most while on hiatus. FINALS ARE DONE. Finally. Next year I will be a SENIOR! YIPPEE! Love you all.