InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Day My World Came Crashing Down ❯ The Insane and The Impossible ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Mrs. Tatiana sighed and handed the babies to Mr. Tatiana, who stepped out of the room. “Call Kagome,” Mrs. Tatiana called to him. Mr. Tatiana called Kagome and asked her to watch the babies. During this time, Mrs. Tatiana looked at Kohaku.

 

“Do you remember the last time you saw Sango sweetie?”

 

“When I was five, she left the day after my birthday to go somewhere, I was sad.”

 

“Kohaku…your sister Sango is in the mental hospital.”

 

“She told me she was in the hospital because she fell off Moon shadow.”

 

“That's what she believes hunny, but not what actually happened. You see she was in a terrible horseback riding accident. She was riding Moon shadow in the woods when a mountain lion came out and attacked them. Moon shadow reared and Sango fell off and into a tree, being knocked out. Then she came home about five months later, but she couldn't remember us very well, so she decided it would be best to go to the mental institution because she would become out of control and hurt people, then not remember. She still loves us, but she's not safe…”

-----------------------------Chapter 3: The Insane and The Impossible-----------------------“Not safe? How can you say that about Sango! Sango's a good person!” Kohaku ran for the door, bumping into Kagome on his way out.

 

“Kohaku…” Mrs. Tatiana called but the door slammed before she could finish talking.

 

“So you told him I see…” Kagome whispered. She lowered her head to the ground. “Maybe I can get him to come visit her; it's been a while since I've been to see her.”

 

“Good luck,” Mrs. Tatiana sighed and laid back down. Kagome went outside and wandered around the house. She saw Kohaku playing near the old well.

 

“Kohaku, Sango misses you and would like for you to visit. She's begged and begged your mother to tell you, but she never did until now…Sango still loves you with all her heart…”

 

“Sango's a good person, she doesn't deserve to be in that hospital, and I know it…she's not like that.”

 

“That's what I said to sweetie…until the doctors told me she had no remembrance of anyone. She was convicted of a crime, lots of proof against her, and she could barely remember her name.”

 

“So they said she was mental?”

 

“No, simply that she had memory-loss, and x-rays proved it, so they gave her the option of staying home or going to the mental hospital-”

 

“She had a choice? So why did she choose to go to the mental…”

 

“She figured it was best.”

 

“Yeah…”

 

“The thing was, three weeks later she started remembering stuff, and x-rays show her brain looks better, but they won't let her go because she did the crime.”

 

“Oh so you're on their side?”

 

“Who's side? What are you talking about Kohaku?”

 

“You said `they won't let her go because she did the crime' so you believe that she did it? Your on the court's side?”

 

“Oh no, not at all, I'm just saying-”

 

“That she's a criminal? I won't have it! My sister is not a criminal.”

“Prove it then…” Kagome burst into tears, “I want her back Kohaku, I don't want her to be in that awful place, and she doesn't deserve it.”

 

“So…what can we do…?”

 

“Get Sango out of there.”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“There's just one problem.”

 

“What's that?”

 

There was an uncomfortable silence that made Kohaku think what Kagome could possibly come up with. It was uncomfortable, and she was looking at him like…like...well it was bone chilling.

“We need someone inside the institute to help us to.”

 

“Let's go there and interview all of the employees there and see what we can do.”

 

“We can try…”

 

“Let's go.”

 

“Alright…” Kagome stood and went to her car. Kohaku followed silently, a smirk slowly appearing on her face. They drove to the mental hospital and sat in the car for a moment after it was parked. They both seemed to be in deep thought. In his excitement, Kohaku burst out of the car, shouting “COME ON!” To Kagome. “Patience man…” she laughed, getting out. They walked side by side to the doors. Kohaku reached for them and pulled, holding it open for Kagome. They were breathing hard, and Kohaku could tell Kagome was uncomfortable, as was he. His heart was beating fast, and he couldn't focus on the path ahead of him, all that he could think of, was getting Sango out of there and how he would do it.

 

A man in a white robe with the name tag that read `Miroku' walked up to them. He was cute. Suddenly Kohaku saw a twinkle in Kagome's eye…she had a plan. “Good Evening,” Miroku said with a smile.

 

“Hi I have an appointment with Dr. Miroku.”

 

“You mean Miroku Hentai…or Miroku Pervert?”

“Uh….”

 

“Just joking…I don't have any appointments, but I could squeeze you in, I'm on my way to the cafeteria for my lunch break, you and your son can join me if you like.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

Miroku lead the way to the cafeteria. It smelled of pizza and chicken nuggets. Kagome's stomach growled. Miroku couldn't help notice, so he bought her two pieces of pizza and three pieces for Kohaku, then purchased and apple and water for himself.

 

“Not hungry, plus I don't have much time. I'm working on a new patient.”

 

“Oh, how long have you been working here?” Kagome asked.

 

“Twelve years, but I was always working on the first floor with the easy patient…the kids…until recently this month.”

 

“Who's the patient you're working on now?”

 

“Sango Tatiana.”

 

Kohaku heard Kagome gasp and the shock on her face…he could tell her plan went down the drain, so he stepped in, “Do you like where you work here?”

 

“It's okay; I don't like how they treat the patient's up here. I'm trying to become manager so I can change things. I've been on strike for a while. What are all the questions for?”

 

“I'm doing research on mental patient; can you give us a tour?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“I have one last question. Do you have a relationship with anyone that works here, or a patient here?”

 

“No, not at all.”

“Do you think anyone is cute?”

 

“No what person in there right mind would work somewhere and not have a reason for coming here. All the doctor's I know come here because they have a crush on someone and come to see if they can get a date. I myself am here to see what is troubling these people and maybe…get some of them home. Because some of them aren't mental at all.”

 

“Do some of them go mental?”

 

“They don't have interactions with anyone else, so they stay the same.”

 

“Can they have visitors?”

 

“Yes but it's in a room where they would be separated.”

 

“Alright, let's get a tour.” Kohaku downed his pizza and stood up. Miroku finished his apple as Kagome chewed her last piece of pizza. They walked among the halls of the hospital, asking questions. Some, which Miroku refused to answer, like the mental state of the patient, when Kohaku asked why he wouldn't answer that, he got a simple reply.

 

“They are patients.”

 

He thought about that one, and when they got closer to Sango's `room' he just couldn't hold in his curiosity. “So why can't you answer my question…?”

 

“Well, they are patients so I can not discuss their `mental state' because in fact, I don't even know. Only they know, and until they tell us, we don't, we just go by what we believe…that's why they treat them so badly.”

 

Miroku stopped and pointed at a door. “This here is Sango…she…” he sighed “won't talk to anyone, never has, for the 12 years I've been here. She refuses to until she can go home.”

 

“Sometimes that's the best thing to do though, right…not talk? It gets you into trouble.”

 

“So does not talking, we don't even know if she's alive…she doesn't respond to anything. I haven't had the chance to work with her…and I'm not sure how to deal with it.”

 

“How do they treat her?”

 

“She gets three different kind of drugs to keep her calm even though she doesn't move, and they feed them one meal a day, which she won't eat, so they shove it down her throat.”

 

“Can I ask you something?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“Do they watch them…you know...with cameras?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“So what if they get dressed?”

 

“I'd think they don't record it, but I don't know.”

 

“Can they hear everything you say?”

 

“Every word we are saying right now, and every word any of the patients speak.”