Welcome to Astraea Hill, a mental health rehabilitation center for young women.

Deep within the walls of our humble facilities, we hold a wing for patients exhibiting signs and symptoms of Psycosis, including-

-Hallucinations
-Delusions
-Violence
-Extreme anxiety

And a great amount of other diagnosises. This wing of the hospital, affectionately nicknamed "The Outland" by the other patients, is off limits to others, and no visitations are allowed due to the safety hazards these adolescents present to themselves and others.

This is their story.

Chapter one; Patient profiles


*please note that all of these patients currently occupy The Psychosis Wing, and they all have an unwritten diagnosis of moderate to severe psychosis*


Kagami Hiruko

Physical description

Hair color- white
Eye Color- purple
Height- 5"3

Age- 16
DOB- May 17th, 1994
Ethnicity- Japanese


Psychological profile

-Generalized Anxiety Disorder: an anxiety disorder that is characterized by excessive, uncontrollable, unexplained and often irrational worry about everyday things that is disproportionate to the actual source of worry.

-Social Anxiety Disorder:characterized by intense fear in social situations,[4] causing considerable distress and impaired ability to function in at least some parts of daily life.

Notes-
~Subject believes that Junko Hatsune is her sister.



Mai Kiriko

Physical description

Hair color- Green
Eye color- Green
Height- 5"3

Age- 15
DOB- March 9th, 1995
Ethnicity- Japanese

Psychological Profile

-Sociopathic Personality Disorder: A mental disorder characterized by a lack of sociably acceptable behavior and an inability to form strong emotional bonds with others.

-Intermitted Explosive Disorder: a behavioral disorder characterized by extreme expressions of anger, often to the point of uncontrollable rage, that are disproportionate to the situation at hand.


Notes-
-Subject displays extreme violent behavior, supervision is required in any circumstance involving other patients.



Rei Minori

Physical description
Hair color- black
Eye color- grey
Height- 5"11

Age- 17
DOB- January 6th, 1992
Ethnicity- Japanese

Psychological profile

-Schizoid personality disorder: a personality disorder characterized by a lack of interest in social relationships, a tendency towards a solitary lifestyle, secretiveness, emotional coldness, and apathy.

-Paranoid Personality disorder:


Notes
-Subject shows signs of extreme paranoia, and does not socialize without extreme encouragement. Tends to be extremely hostile when spoken to; must be kept away from other patients with social disorders.



Junko Hatsune

Physical description

Hair color- white
Eye color- blue
Height- 5"1

Age- 13
DOB- October 11th, 1992
Ethnicity- Japanese


Psychological profile

-Attention Deficit Disorder

-Dementia

-Bereavement (Grief) Disorder


Notes-
-Subject refuses to believe that her sister is dead, insisting that inpatient Kagami Hiruko is her long- lost sister.



Naomi Shizuoka

Physical description

Hair color- purple
Eye purple- lilac
Height- 5"4

Age-13
DOB- December 22nd, 1992
Ethnicity- Japanese


Psychological profile
-Delusional Disorder; delusion of grandeur: characterized by non- bizarre delusions; delusions about ones own importance.
-Stochholm Syndrome- A mental disorder where a hostage/ violence victim develops strong emotional ties to their assailant/ abuser.


Notes-
-Subject refuses to acknowledge the records of child abuse from her father. Becomes extremely defensive if brought up.



Alice Shirunoe

Physical description

Hair color- red
Eye color- yellow
Height- 5"5

Age- 15
DOB- August 10th, 1994
Ethnicity- French, Japanese


Psychological profile

-Narcissistic Personality Disorder: a personality disorder in which the individual is described as being excessively preoccupied with issues of personal adequacy, power, prestige and vanity.

-Histrionic personality disorder: a personality disorder characterized by a pattern of excessive emotions and attention-seeking, including inappropriately seductive behavior and an excessive need for approval, usually beginning in early adulthood.


Notes:



Okami Hitorogashi

Physical description

Hair color- blonde
Eye color- yellow
Height- 4"8

Age- 12
DOB- April 27th, 1991
Ethnicity- Japanese


Psychological profile
Mild autism: a disorder of neural development characterized by impaired social interaction and verbal and non-verbal communication, and by restricted, repetitive or stereotyped behavior

Bipolar disorder: Individuals with bipolar disorder experience episodes of a frenzied mood known as mania alternating with episodes of depression.

Recurring obsessive love: a state in which one person feels an overwhelming obsessive desire to possess another person toward whom they feel a strong attraction, with an inability to accept failure or rejection.

Chapter two- Bells

Rei

It's dark here.
Not physically; physically, it's
migraine- Inducingly bright.
No, it's dark because I can't see;
Can't see what's going on.
What's real or not.
Who I am.

They tell me it's not real,
"They" being the ones who
Locked me here, behind walls and doors.
Impenetrable, although I
Wouldn't want to leave anyway.

I look down at myself
And hate what I see;
It's just not who I am.
The black dress, the long sleeves,
The only thing were allowed to wear here.
They've efficiently managed
To strip away everything that makes me who I am.

But then again, I guess
That's true for everyone here.
Assuming, of course, they're real.
It's hard to tell, what with all
The doctors words flying over my head.

I wonder if its real, what I see
In the mirror. I
Wonder, when I look,
Is it me I'm seeing?
Or is it just another
Twisted reality?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The wind blew steadily past her, as her stone grey eyes stared flatly out in front of her. It smelled good, like cherry blossoms and perfume. The sky was blue, the weather pleasantly warm and comfortable.

But all the comfort in the world couldn't have saved her.

Rei Minori had a whole lot of stuff she should have been doing; homework, catching up on sleep. She hadnt slept for three days and the dark bags under her eyes reflected that.

But she wasn't; instead she was sitting in the comfortable weather, staring ahead of her at absolutely nothing.

That's all this was; this place, this school, this world. Nothing. Ever since he... Well. Rei didn't want to think about that.

She got up from the fountain as a bell rang in the distance, her St. Miator uniform blowing in the same wind that had carried her choppy hair. She walked towards the school, towering over the other students who walked alongside her. As she stepped into the main school building and walked to the classroom she was required to go to.

The school was so grand, so beautifully crafted. Rei didn't care. She hadnt even blinked when she had saw it.

Rei rubbed her eyes, exhausted, as she she sat at her desk, the nun at her desk at the front of the desk.

It would be long day.

Chapter three- obedience

Junko

Have you ever felt
Like your chest is gonna beat
Right out of your heart?
Wait, that's not right.
Have you ever felt
Like your heart is gonna beat
Right out of your chest? I

Feel that way all the time.
Like there's a tiny hummingbird
Living inside me, trying to get out,
Trapped within the cage that is me.
I know I'm not right. I Know

There's something that's
Just out of whack, flown
Way off the deep end. I
Suspect it started when she
"Died", a car crash that lead
To my fall from grace. "She"

Lives somewhere, here
In the depths of my mind.
I can't even remember
What she looked like, what
We called her back then. Is

Maybe that what's wrong with
Me. A so- called dead sister,
Poisoning my mind and
Making me crazy? Is she
To blame? Still,

I find comfort in
Her, since now she's with
Me, physically here for
The little sister she left
Behind all those years ago.
Now, Shes what's keeping me alive.






~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A low hum erupted from the tiny whitenette, her fingers moving across the keys on the piano. A, C, G sharp, A flat. The notes flew through the room, filling the emptiness that emanated so loudly.

She smiled widely, her sky blue eyes closed with the sheer joy of playing. Junko Hiruko, wearing her white uniform. Her fingers were sore, having played for quite a while now, but that was ok. She welcomed that pain, because the music was worth it.

The music was always worth it.

She slowed the song to a stop, sitting for a moment in silence. Then, with a large smile, she got up and walked out of the room and started back to the Spica campus.

The young student got many waves and "hey, Junko- Chan!"'s as she walked, her hands waving back, the smile beer slipping. Why would it? There was nothing like having friends Having people that cared about you.

Eventually she saw another head of white hair, similar to her own but a bit darker, more like an ivory then white. She ran up and hugged her with a "Nee- Nee!"

The girl hugged her, and when Junko looked up she had the tiniest of smiles, her cheeks dusted red.

"O-Ohai Junko- Chan." She said.

Junko took the girls hand and kept walking, the two looking so similar side by side. "How has your day been, Kagami- Chan?"

Chapter four- Beauty

Naomi


Sometimes people are wrong.
I know first hand how
It can be, being told
To your face that you've
Screwed up, answered wrong.

I'm

Trying my hardest here,
Trying to clear my name,
Trying to clear everyone's name.
They think they know,
Know what goes on in my head,
They're sure they know exactly
What part of me is broken.

So

Sure, in fact, that they
Lock me away, here.
This place is hell on a
Planet that can't really be
Called Earth anymore. See,
We're rotting away, bit by
Fricking bit, and people are
More worried about "fixing"
People like me then saving us.

Scared?

Good. You should be.
Everyone should be. So consumed
Are people with trying to
Solve problems that don't
Exist. They never even
Let people like me explain,
Explain that the cuts were
An accident, totally my fault,
The bruises from basketball
Practice (which they claim
I never played).

He'll

Never live this down,
My dad will have to
Carry this with him for the
Rest of his life. Nothing
Will ever cleanse that slate,
And all because they wouldn't
Let me explain. Nope, it
Was straight to a foster home,
Then this loony bin, to

Find

What was making me
Tick wrong. "Why won't
You just admit that he
Hurt you?" They ask.
"Aren't you happy you're
Not in danger anymore?"
Oh, yeah. Sure. I'm not
In danger, amongst the
Finest batch of crazies
The human race can produce.
None of this is about him,
Or anyone else. Thing is,
It's not even about

Me.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


The ball bounced off of the rim, falling right into the hands of the purple haired girl, who jumped upwards and put it right through the hoop.

With a mischevious smirk, Naomi ran to the other side of the gym, dribbling the ball, and quickly turned and shot at the other basket, quickly catching the ball again and taking off.

This had gone on for a little while now, and the physical activity had begun to take its toll; the ache in her legs, the burn in her eyes as the sweat ran into them.

Slowing down, she walked towards the bench in the gym and wiped her forehead with a towel, before walking out of the gym and tossing the ball over her shoulder.

Practicing basketball, feeling the tension in her muscles, that's when Naomi felt most like herself. That's when she really was all the way her. She didn't have to worry about homework and schoolmates, didnt have to think about the shrine back home.

Nope, all of it was gone, poured into the ball in her hands as it was thrown away, hopefully to fall through that netted opening.

The sun was bright outside, so much different then the lights shining over the risers in the gym. It burned her eyes even more for a bit, before they adjusted, and the students outside ran of walked by, some ignoring her, some waving or batting their eyelashes at her with a "Konnichiwa, Naomi- San!"

Naomi, true to her reputation, flashed them all her crooked smile, waving or winking at them. Some of the girls blushed, some giggled. But all of them knew who she was.

Well. They knew the her outside of the court.