Chapter 1

"Why can't you let her go!? Patrick she doesn't exist! It's an illusion, you're schizophrenic!"

Sophie continues her rant, she was so done with his attitude. Patrick Jane, patient 666, lived up to his number: he refused to take his medications, constantly tried to run away, and never listened to anyone. He was a pill, a bitter, sad man who jabbed at anyone who tried to help. But right now was different, right now he was broken.

"She's not an illusion-"

"CHARLOTTE IS DEAD!"

With this Jane begins to cry, no one listened to him, he was nothing more then a mistake. A lost cause. But how could he let his daughter go? How could someone hold the broken body of their daughter in their arms and let her go?

"She's not dead! My daughter is here-she's right here!"

He points to an empty corner in his room where he could clearly see his darling girl when, in fact, there was no one there.

"You're acting pathetic," Sophie spat, "I have slaved away for months trying to help you but you refuse to listen! Charlotte is dead! This isn't your daughter and she's not in the corner, she's an illusion."

"No," Jane begins to beg,"no she isn't. She's here I'm telling you Charlotte is right here!"

"You know what you are Patrick Jane? A lost cause, a mistake. But that's okay because some people can never be saved can they?"

With that Sophie leaves Jane to cripple on the floor. His daughter runs over to him after she's finally gone.

Daddy?

But he can't answer her this time, all he can do is lie on the floor and cry.

Pathetic. A lost cause. A mistake.

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Sophie was seething with anger as she storms into the asylum's kitchen, nearly bumping into her friend.

"Sophie, what happened?"

"Nothing. Nothing happened, I'm fine."

Her friend raises an eyebrow but chooses to stay silent. Teresa and Sophie were the best of friends: they met in college with the same major and after four years of hard work they graduated at the top of their class.

"How do you do it? These patients are impossible! And here you are letting them call for you at any time, robbing you of sleep, but you go anyway!"

"My patients are hurting so if coming in the middle of the night or off my shift helps them, then that's what I'll do. That and my addiction to coffee keeps me awake. Is this about patient 666?"

Everything about the patients they took care of was confidential, even their names were kept private. Sophie groans in complaint before explaining how miserable it is to take care of her patient. Teresa stands there, silently observing her friend and listening to her every word. She didn't want to admit it but Teresa was beginning to think Sophie had gone to far.

"I swear he's like the devil incarnate!"

"Hmm, maybe you should let me have the case."

"What?"

"Well, clearly he's wearing you out, you're irritated and don't want to help him anymore, so maybe letting me have his case will help you calm down?"

"Teresa Lisbon you are a miracle."

"I try, patient 666...which room is he in? I'd like to meet him first before I begin."

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Okay so I have a confession: I'm pretty nervous when it comes to writing brand new stories and I was just wondering if you could comment and tell me what you think? You don't have to if you don't want to.