[A/N: Sorry I was gone for a while there folks! I feel like I owe you an explanation. So. School started up again. Aaaand I'm a year 11 VCE student doing a few subjects that require me to actually use my brain!...and do a heaping mountain pile of homework. So I was focussing on that. And then some stuff with my transition (as you guys know, I'm a trans guy, but what you don't know is that I've been on period blockers while I wait to get T) decided to stop working which reeeaaaallly fucked with my mental state and basically what happened was I almost did a thing (but didn't!) but since then my mental health really deteriorated. My anxiety is at the worst point it ever has been, and there are days when my depression hits me harder than normal. Although it's not often. In fact, I am on my lowest dose of anti-depressants I ever have been! So generally, I'm happy, but also really fucking anxious. All. The. Time. SO couple that with school, and my parents putting a bunch of pressure on me and performances, I completely lost interest in writing. Ideas no longer came to me and I no longer could be bothered trying to come up with any. BUT I am back! And hopefully, better than ever! I'm sorry this is getting long, I'll shut up now. But thanks for sticking with me guys :). I hope you enjoy the chapter!]

Ethan's POV:

Daniel's nice. Like, really, really nice.

Overly nice?

Super nice?

Scarily nice.

Literally everyone here ignores everyone but whoops here's Daniel with his "I'M YOUR FRIEND NOW, LEMMIE SHOW YOU THE ROPES" personality and I don't know whether to be grateful or terrified.

What if he thinks I'm too gloomy?

I do vividly remember getting tortured and shot in the head after all so that's kinda fucked. But like, what if it's too fucked for him? He's so happy and cheerful and supportive and nice whereas I literally would much rather spend the rest of my life alone.

Or...I did?

I like hanging around Daniel. He's so nice, awesome, charming, sweet, we have so much in common...so maybe I don't want to be alone.

Anywho, he just really makes me feel welcome. He's shown me around the school, all while doing the stupidest tour guide routine I've ever seen. "And to your right you'll see a blank wall! Hahaha, how interesting! Oh I bet that made a really great impact on your life!" He would go on and on. I acted pissed off, but frankly I find it hilarious.

I have a feeling he's going to be a great friend.

The bell goes right on schedule, which makes Daniel pout as it cut his tour guide routine short.

"Awwwwh! I was just about to go into the history of the tiled floor!" He stomps his feet in mock tantrum and folds his arms across his chest in a huff. I burst out into laughter.

"If I had to stand here and actually listened to that I would've jumped out the window."

"Bit difficult to do considering they're all locked and also can't be broken. They've filled in the micro cracks in the glass to increase it's resistance and makes it virtually unbreakable."

I turn to him in shock. "And you know that how?"

He looks at me and smirks. "I studied stuff like that in school. I wanted to get into design and they teach you all about that stuff. I'm also kind of a science nerd."

I stare at him. Surprise and happiness is clearly all over my face. "Where exactly have you been all my life?"

"Trying to jump out of windows."

"Charming."

We laugh. We hug and wave each other off to go to our rooms. Promising to hang out whenever we see each other next.

It's not long before I'm back in my room, my laptop still sitting on the bed where I left it, but a bottle of pills and a glass of water sits on the bedside table. 'Must be the anti-psychotics.'

I grab one of the small pills and the glass of water. I take a deep breath, throwing into my mouth and gulping it down with the water. "To being an apparent schizophrenic."

I lie down on my bed and open my laptop, putting in my earphones and watching new episodes of Buzzfeed Unsolved I hadn't gotten to watch yet.

'Bring it on Boogaras, the Shaniacs are here to prove you wrong.'

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D's POV:

If I had to choose one person to obliterate from this Earth, I'm pretty sure at this current moment in time that Taylor is the top contender. She's noisy, she talks constantly and just seems to not get the fucking hint. I. Want. To be. Alone.

Sure, I want to solve this mystery, I'm sick of being fucked around with. But I would much rather do so when I don't get continuous flashbacks of getting shot in the head by a bunch of evil sons of bitches.

"So anyway, the dude pushed me off the roof, but that's not what killed me, it was this bitch who got out his car and because he thought I was an animal or some shit."

I shove my hands in my pockets. "How? You clearly look like a human?"

"Did you miss the part where I said I was at a comic convention dressed as Rocket Racoon?"

I scoffed out a laugh. "Must've been a damn good costume if someone thought you were an actual racoon."

"It was a masterpiece. This bloke thought I was a genuine dying animal."

"Were you?"

She looks at me with a confused look. "A dying animal?"

I roll my eyes. "No, dying. You said the fall didn't kill you?

"The fall broke my bloody back mate. And a few ribs. And most likely a few other bones. If it wasn't the gun shot that was going to kill me, the injuries would have anyway."

"What is it with people getting shot to death around here?"

"Oh not everyone here died from gunshots. I know people who died from stab wounds, from jumping out of windows, from getting beaten to death, all that. The consistent theme here mate, is that all everyone's deaths are purposeful. Whether from murder or suicide, none are done by accident."

I nod, retaining that information for later.

The bell goes, which honest to god makes me so happy that I get a break from Taylor talking.

"Well, I'll catch you tomorrow mate. It's time to pop off back to our rooms. We're going to get to investigating next time, right?"

I nod. "Yeah. Sure."

"Aw I'm rapped to hear it. See you next time!"

Taylor leaves.

Finally.

I make my way to my room, but don't close the door.

It takes me a while to see the bottle of pills by my bedside table sitting next to a glass of water. I sigh and get up, making my way to grab the pill bottle.

'The Risperidone...yaaaayyyy...'

I take one out the bottle and observe it. 'Huh...'

The pill doesn't look quite right to me. I take out my laptop and search up images of American versions of Risperidone...only to find the pill is legit. But those were the American versions. And I distinctly remember from my psych class that Risperidone pills in Australia are different.

I look at the pill once more and make my decision. I shove the pill in my pocket, in case they count the amount.

'Something really isn't right here...'

I walk to my door to shut it, but see someone I find familiar.

'Holy shit!'

I run to them.

"Oh my god. It is you."

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Robin's POV:

Long story short, the activities were boring. I sat there the whole time and did nothing but stare at the wall and I'm willing to bet, that was more interesting than anything everyone else was doing.

The bell goes and I get out of the room as fast as I could, I like my room, it's a good room.

As I'm walking back to my room I hear a voice.

"Oh my god. It is you."

I turn around to see that kid from Ream. I only knew them for like a week, but I remember them.

"D?"

They nod. "Yeah."

We just stand there and stare at each other. For a long time.

They finally break the silence. "I can't believe you're here."

"Yeah, neither can I."

"What are you doing here?"

"I don't know. One minute I'm dead and the next I'm here and they're telling me I went through some traumatic experience that's driven me to lose touch with reality."

D scoffs. "You too? They said the same thing to me."

I'm taken aback. "Wait, you think you died too?"

"Think? More like know. Got shot point blank in the head."

"Holy shit."

"Yeah."

"Have you seen Ethan?"

D suddenly looks sad and shifts uncomfortably. "No. When I left him he was alive. I would like to assume he's stayed that way."

I breathe a sigh of relief. 'Ethan might still be alive.'

D steps closer to me. "Look. I've talked to someone. Her name is Taylor. And she died too. According to her...everyone here has."

"You're shitting me?"

"I wish I was. I think she's telling the truth. We're going to investigate. You in?"

I look D in the eyes and raise an eyebrow. "Am I in? I started the investigation last time this creepy shit happened, you bet your ass I'm in."

D smiled, then turned serious again. "Good. Now I've got to warn you. Did that doctor prescribe Risperidone to you?"

I furrow my eyebrows. "Yeah. Why?"

"They had it in my room when I got back from the activities. But I checked up on it. And I don't think it's actually Risperidone. Don't take it."

I nod. "You don't have to tell me twice."

D steps back, then smiles again. "It was good to see you. Stay safe, Vancam."

"You too, Anfide."

They wave and then walk into their room, which is actually right next to mine.

'Weird.'

I walk into my room to find the pills and a glass of water on the bedside table, just like D said. I ignore them and shut my door, going right to my book sitting open on my bed, just as I left it.

'Let's solve this damn mystery.'

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Claire's POV:

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE GOT A NEW PHONE NUMBER?!"

"I mean she obviously got sick of me calling her so she must've destroyed her other phone and gotten a new one."

"That's bullshit Lillian. Find her new phone number and get your god damn daughter here or I will!"

Lillian stiffens but nods. "Yes ma'am."

She leaves, calmly shutting the door behind her.

I stand there for a moment trying to control my breathing.

It doesn't work.

"FUCK!" I scream and shove some of the stuff off my desk in anger.

Why must this whole project, this damn stage, depend on one person? We could get hundreds of experienced scientists, but somehow, it won't be good enough. Unless we get Lena fucking Luthor.

This might drive me insane. First of all, my little brother is the nicest son of a bitch alive which already puts the stage in jeopardy. And now we can't get the one person the boss says we need. My life is over.

Oh my god I sound like a teenager, what have I become?!

I go over to the coffee make to start making a cup, and take out a flask to add a little something extra.

'If things keep going on as they are, I might need fifty more of these.'

I must succeed. And I will. As long as I get Lena.

And those kids from Ream don't stick their noses where they don't belong, which they shouldn't if they never cross paths.

I will succeed.

[A/N: I'm sorry this is short guys but I feel like it's a good start to getting back into the swing of things :) Dethan shippers, pls yell at me, my aim is to make you all question if the ship is still real XD See you next time guys!]