Michael Got Me Out Of Rehab.

~"Hi, I'm Michael."
~"Would you look at that. I hate you already."
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Kendall Oakley has a condition so bad the doctors don't even know what it is.
She's not depressed, but hates everyone. She's not suicidal, just wishes everyone else was dead. She's not deaf, but she ignores anything said to her. She was admitted to the Nightingale Rehabilitation program three years ago when her mother died. Everyone thinks she went mad because of her death. They don't know the full story.

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~"I'm sorry! Em! It's not my fault! I will protect you and Henry forever I promise! I love you."

Michael has extreme insomnia. Not a night goes by without the screams and wails from his dreams. Or nightmares. As soon as his head hits the pillow, his cocky, flirtatious and funny wall crumbles to sand. And he's the same boy he was a year and a half ago. When it happened.

If Kendall hadn't taken her meds she would've punched Michael in the face, but she had, and Michael had taken the hint. But not given up.