Today is our last day at home before we go back. I despise that place but if going back will help shut it down then so be it. I was in my room sitting on my bed when I heard a knock at my door. I did it say anything so the person knocked again.

"If you don't say anything I'm just gonna walk in." Of course, it's Andrew.

"Do what you want."

He opens the door and closed it behind him as he walked into my room. "Are you sure you want to go back?"

I rolled my eyes. "If you're just here to ask questions like that then leave."

He sat on my bed. "I'm not going anywhere."

"What do you want?" I asked him and he looked to the side.

"I want to know what you plan to do when you get back."

"Act the same and get out of there." I thought this was obvious.

He grabbed my hand, "your not the leader anymore. You don't have Ben with you and there's no guarantee that the doctors will go easy on us."

He's right. But I can't back out of it. "I have to give it a shot."

"But your life is on the line." He yelled at me as his hand began to grip harder onto mine.

"It's not like it wasn't before. My life is always on the line. The only difference is I might have to fight some more is all." I pulled my hand away from him.

"I don't like this plan," he said as I got off my bed.

"Then why did you agree to it?" If he was going to back out then he should not agree to it.

"I'm not letting you do it alone."

I walked over to the door about to open it, "Whatever."

I twisted the knob but before I could open the door he slammed his hand on it so I wouldn't open it and turned me around pinning me to the door.

"You don't get it." He said to me.

My heart began beating really fast. Whatever I wanted to say was caught in my throat.

"I don't want to see you like you were in the Asylum anymore." He couldn't look into my eyes. "You had this cold dark stair every time you looked at someone. You hated everything and everyone. You couldn't care less if someone dies or not."

"And how is that different from how I am not? I'm the same, Andrew." I snapped back at him and he used his other fist to hit the door.

"No your not."

I stopped talking. It's want because I was scared but... my heart was beating so fast that the words I wanted to say wouldn't come out. I tried to breathe and nothing. I was holding everything in.

"I can see your eyes more clearly, you cared about me and Ben. The only person you hate now is your mother and no one else. You trust me unlike you did at the Asylum."

Come on talk. I said to myself. "You were new and barely hanging on. Why would I trust someone like that."

He placed his hand on my cheek and looked into my eyes. "But you did." He had this pained look on his face. "I don't want to see you get hurt anymore. If I do I'm afraid... I..."

I don't want to see that look on yours. I couldn't tell him this so I said, "Then just stay here."

"NO," he yelled at me but I could feel his hand shaking as if he was scared of something. "I'm afraid I might do something ... I might lose myself. Just being around you calms me down when I was there. Before I met you is was numb. But now I just.. I can't lose you." I saw some tears fall down his cheeks as he looked away from me.

I wiped them away as he looks back into my eyes. "I'll be fine, I promise."

He nods his head.

"Let just talk go to the police that will be with us," I suggested as we left my room. I told my father what I wanted to do and he had them wait in the living room. There were at least ten waiting.

"Okay, I just wanted to let you guys know what you will expect and what you need to look out for."

They all had a serious look on their faces.

"First, the staff. They may look all nice and happy for you to work there but after they get used to you they will show their true self and show you how to 'Fix' the patients." Some of the officers were taking notes others were nodding her heads.

"Second, the patients. Some of them are insane. If they think you are coming for them they will attack. It is not their fault. Almost all of them were heavily medicated for no reason. Others I can't speak for.."

I saw Andrew leaning on the wall with a serious look on his face. I turned my attention back to the policemen, "Third, the 'Fix' building. It is underground next to the front gate. This is where they take the patients to 'fix' them. What I mean by fix is kill, drug or just torcher them. If you see me or Andrew get dragged into that place do whatever you need to do to stop them. Understood?"

"Yes." They all said.

After about an hour of talking to them, I let my father talk to them as I take Andrew to the side.

"What is it?" He asked.

"When we get back in there... you have to call me Luna."

He looked confused. "Why?"

"People there don't know my first name. If they do they will never stop using it and try to find more things out about me. I don't have time for that I just want to get in and out."

"But I like calling you Rachel. Can't I just call you that went were together?" He said with a smile.

"No."

"What time tomorrow do you two think we can get this plan started?" My father said as he walked over to Andrew and me.

Before I could say anything the front door burst open. Standing there was my drunk ass mother. She was wearing the same thing she had on yesterday with a broken shoe, messed up hair and makeup, a bottle of Sunset Rum half empty and covered in dirt.

"You... think...buddy...you think..." she tried to talk but it seemed like the vomit was trying to shut her up. "You're... your not leaving...meee."

My father walked over to her and helped her up as she almost fell down. "Sabrina, your drunk. You need to go back to your hotel."

She pushed him, "No. I'm not leaving until you...why are you leaving mmmmee? Am I not.. Go enough..do I not look good to you?"

"Right now you look like a hot ass mess," I said with a smirk on my face.

"Shut up you fucking brat." She snapped at me.

"Oh, I'm the brat? Who's the one always getting drunk to get attention? Who's the one that always gets her way MOTHER." I said making fun of her.

"Oooh, I knew I should have given you up when I had the chance." She pushed my father away.
"Breck choose me or your daughter."

"My daughter," he said without hesitation.

"Why?"

She threw the bottle at me. "Hey watch it" I yelled at her but she didn't care.

"I gave you everything," She began crying.

"I'm not happy with our relationship anymore. I'm doing all the work." He said as he shook his head at her.

"That's how it's supposed to go," she was still crying.

"Sabrina let's talk about this when you're sober okay." He tried to kick her out but she began hitting him.

"No, no, I'm not going.." My father didn't hit her or yell at her he just let her continue to hit him.

I pushed her away from him. "You know he won't fight you but I will," she took a step closer to me and smiled. I can smell her alcohol breath.

"Try me," she then spits in my face.

I slapped her. That was something I wanted to do for a while now. Just doing it makes me want to do it again. Before she could do something the police came in and arrest her. But they didn't take her to jail they took her back to her hotel.

I looked at my father, "The sooner the better."

I want to get all the negative things out of my life. If I can then maybe I can be happy for the first time in my life. He made the preparations and we were going back this afternoon.

We waited for the police to get approved before they escort us back to the Asylum. When they finally did my father said goodbye to Andrew and me before we were put in the police car and taken back to the hell hole. On the ride there Andrew didn't let my hand go. Even when I tried to take it away a little he wouldn't let go. For some reason, this comforted me.

When we arrived at the Asylum I looked at the building and instantly felt my heart drop. It felt like the first time I came here. The outside of the building was telling me I was going to die but my inside was telling me to fight for my life. The doors opened and they placed the handcuffs on us. We were then surrounded by seven policemen. We walked our way through the front gate and made it to the front office.