Obsessive, Compulsive.

Five.

A/N: Sorry for the late update! Blame the Wattpad glitches! Also, I'm thinking of changing the name of this book because I've thought of a better one. Is that okay? I just think it's a mouthful at the moment. If it changes in the next few days, don't be concerned. It's still the same book. Love you! (also self promo af check out Random Thoughts With Rebecca At Night).

We were still in the waiting room three hours later.

The specialist had been called in to see me, as it had been deemed that I was too much of a danger to go home. I wasn't a danger; I was just scared. You would think that they'd have sympathy for people like me, not just lock me away. The specialist had been in contact with my parents and had apparently been given permission for something, whatever that something was.

We were in the 'other emergencies' block, which seemed to consist of people they didn't want clogging up their other waiting rooms. Kai was sitting to the side of me, silently staring while Ash was having a cigarette outside. On the other side of the room sat an old man who spoke softly to himself and a woman who was clearly drunk.

I stayed submerged in the misery that was my brain. Tapping the floor over and over again in sets of four, I could feel the anger and disappointment swallowing me up. The bandage on my lip stung intensely and the cuts on my arms burnt horribly. Biting my tongue to stop the pain, I felt blood drip down my chin.

Kai looked down. "You need another bandage?"

I nodded, my mind wandering. Home sounded like the best place in the world right now. Kai stood up and walked towards the doctor's door. He turned round. "I... Never mind."

What was he going to say? I watched him walk away, desperate not to catch my eye. I felt awful, I had upset everyone. Everyone was disappointed. My family hated me. I was embarrassed that Kai had to see me like this. The cuts on my arms felt like hissing snakes, biting and scratching into my skin. Swallowing deeply, I tried to push my thoughts down. I had to pretend I was fine so that everyone would like me again and this day would be over.

Crash. The door broke open.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by an echo through the doors of the waiting room. I looked up in shock as a boy with shoulder length brown hair sprinted in, his skinny frame pumping with adrenaline. He stopped when he reached the back of the waiting room, clearly cornered. His eyes were wide and desperate, and he looked wildly over at me.

The boy raised a finger to his lips to keep me silenced.

Looking at the other people in the waiting room, I took a deep breath. No one else seemed to care. I whispered. "What are you running from?"

The boy looked down at my arms, noticing the bandages. He nodded. "I know why you're here."

I hesitated. "What?"

"You're here for the same reason I am. I've been in your shoes before. A night will turn into a week, a month, a year. You're screwed, just like me." He stared at me. "You're too naive to go into that place."

"What place?" Nervousness started to snake its way through my brain and I looked around for Kai.

Footsteps sounded in the hallway behind us and the boy looked at me, frantically. After a second look around, I touched each wrist four times and jogged up to him. "It's okay. Stay here." I tried to calm him down.

"They're coming..." His voice shook.

Trying to comfort him, I reached my arm out to touch him. All of a sudden, a fist collided with my nose. I gasped, reaching up and touching my bleeding face. I heard a yell and Kai appeared in the doorway. "Did you just fucking punch my little sister? Are you serious kid, I'm going to fucking kill you!"

The boy turned to lock eyes with Kai, saying nothing. Kai stormed across the room and went to hit the boy back. I screamed and stood in between them. "Please! Please don't! I'm fine!"

Out of nowhere, someone ran in, his eyes widening as he saw the boy. "Robert! Come here. We have to go back."

Robert tried to start running away but Kai grabbed him and restrained him. Struggling and swearing, Robert looked like a ball of fury in Kai's arms. After waiting a moment, the man took Robert out of Kai's arms, panting. "Thank you."

Kai shook with anger. "Your son better be fucking sorry! He just punched my little sister, after the day she's had... I can't believe it!"

"What? I'm sorry, he's had a tough few weeks." The man shook his head. "He's not my son. I'm his carer, I work in a youth mental health residential facility."

Kai went pale and looked at me. His eyes met the floor. "I... are you here to collect someone?"

"As a matter of fact I am, I-" He saw my arms, looking at every single inch of the bandages. He seemed to come to a realization. "Oh. Hi, sweetie. Are you ready to come with me?"

"What?" My voice shook. "Kai? What is he talking about? What's going on?" My brother stayed silent, staring blankly at the floor. He opened his mouth to speak but decided against it. "Kai? I'm scared."

Robert stopped squirming and looked at Kai, almost fiercely. "Tell her."

Kai frowned, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Bella. It's what's best for you."

I looked at Kai, then the man, and then Robert. "What's best for me? Someone please tell me what is going on!"

Once again Kai stayed quiet. Robert growled at him. "Fucking tell her, dude."

The man, knowing full well that Kai was too guilty to say anything, spoke up. "Sweetie, your parents have signed a form stating that you're coming with us. We're from the Residential Mental Health Facility for under eighteens in the area. Your belongings will be dropped off tomorrow. It'll be okay, it's fine. Everything's going to be fine. I promise."

What?

"Kai?" I squeaked.

They were just giving me away?

I couldn't even cry. The rest of the evening was like a daze. I said goodbye to Kai and Ashley and signed some papers. Alice spoke to me on the phone and tried to reassure me, but I could hardly hear her. The betrayal... I had been betrayed... My own brother. My own parents. I was put in a minivan, being forced to sit in the back with the kid that punched me in the face. No one said anything. They knew that they couldn't make it better.

And that's how I ended up at Saltridge Wood.