Please see warnings about this story in the first chapter. I do not encourage anything described in this story, and if you are upset by anything then I apologize.

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Author's notes: I managed to update quickly!! Yaaay! That's only because I was really inspired for the next chapter, and was able to write it easily. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up, but I'll try and make it soon!

Also Kawaii-ne16 brought to my attention that Syaoran was a bit OOC, and oh my god you're RIGHT! Thanks for mentioning it! I've managed to find a way to incorporate it into the story.

Anyway, thanks for the reviews guys!! Here's the next chapter! We're getting into Sakura's crazy head here ;)

Chapter 2 – What Stereotype Are You?

+Sakura+

Okay, it goes like this.

You've got the Crazies, the Loonies, and the Wannabes. Each were recognizable upon sight, or they were now that Sakura had been in hospital long enough to recognize a truly insane person and a faker when she saw them. If she wasn't sure, it was fun to just sit back and watch them, to observe their behaviour to decide what category they fit in.

Like this one dude, Ryuji. He had certainly been an interesting one. Expression constantly cold and blocking everybody out, his arms always covered by long sleeves. But she had observed him, watched as he interacted with people, what he did during the days, and he turned out to be a wannabe. He had just hurt himself and committed himself to hospital for a while because he thought it would grab some attention from his family and would make him appeal more to the ladies.

Seriously, this psychiatric stuff was so easy Sakura wondered why she hadn't been promoted to Helper instead of Patient yet.

Grinning to herself, she propped her feet up on the coffee table and moved the video camera to take in the whole lounge. "Okaaay," she said, "Dear viewers, we are now in the lounge. As you can see, Meiling is over there playing poker with Rika," she looked over at Meiling with the camera. "Say hello, Meiling!"

Meiling turned from her poker game to give a small smile and a wave to the camera. Then she turned back to the cards.

"And sitting next to me on the couch is Eriol," Sakura turned to look at the boy. "Eriiioool. Say hi."

Eriol looked up from his book and grinned. "Hey, dear viewers. Don't worry; you'll recognize me in the future. I'll be important to you then."

Sakura faked a gasp and turned the camera around to face herself. "That's right! He's the—" she was cut off by Eriol covering her mouth with his hand.

"You can't tell them yet!" he said with wide eyes. "They'll learn the truth when everybody is ready!"

"Yes sir," Sakura nodded, and turned the camera back to the room.

Oh yeah. The days could get ridiculously boring. She had taken a leaf out of Tomoyo's book and borrowed her video camera to fill the time. It figures that it turned out that filming her activities and making documentaries was actually quite fun. And she had teased Tomoyo for doing it.

Sakura grinned as her best friend walked in. "Ah! I was just thinking about you!"

Tomoyo smiled sweetly. "How thoughtful."

"Uh…yes. I was thinking, after all."

She was too thin these days, Sakura mused. Tomoyo had chosen to wear her summer dress today, and it accentuated her bony shoulders, thin arms and even thinner frame. Sakura shook her head to get rid of the thoughts and went back to filming. "And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the wonderful Tomoyo. Ain't she beautiful?"

Tomoyo giggled and turned a full circle. It made her dress flow outwards. "Do you like my dress? I made it myself."

"I sure do. You should be a fashion designer when we get out of there."

Her best friend merely smiled at her, because she knew just as well as Sakura did that they weren't getting out of hospital any time soon. Not unless some divine power stepped in to help them.

Or if they broke out. Sakura paused to consider the option, and then shook her head again. Nah. She had seen Touya try to escape one time, and it hadn't ended well.

That made her think of her group terms. There was the Visitors, the Prisoners, and the Lifers. Visitors were in hospital for a short time such as a couple of days, Prisoners were in for longer than that such as months, and Lifers probably had no chance of ever getting out.

Really, it was such a complicated system that she had come up with for everything that she should have been promoted to Head Doctor instead of Helper a long time ago. Or whatever titles they had for the doctors here.

A true genius was hard to come by these days. And the doctors just didn't appreciate her talents.

"Sakura," a voice spoke up sharply. "Turn the camera off."

Sakura turned to face Terada, one of the male nurses of the hospital. "Oh come on, it's not like we have Internet access here. I'm not going to post the videos up on websites to say 'oh hi this is what hospital life is like, give comments please 'kay thanks bye!'" Sakura smiled teasingly. "It's just a little fun. I get rid of the videos later. I promise."

Fortunately for her, Terada wasn't as strict as the other nurses. He let out a sigh and collected the rest of the plastic cups from the coffee table. "Just don't let Doctor Reed see you with that thing."

"Believe me, I won't."

"Yo, what's going on?" Takashi walked in with the new guy at his side. He saw the camera and instantly jumped into a pose that mocked the catwalk models. "How do I look?" he asked Sakura. "Stunning?"

"Absolutely," Sakura rolled her eyes. "Got anything to say for the viewers, Takashi?"

"Yeah," he winked at the video camera, "I'm single, ladies. Come get me!"

Sakura giggled and got off of the couch, walking over to them, moving the camera up and down to take their full image in. "This is the new guy, Syaoran. Say hello!"

Syaoran scowled at the camera. "Uh, no thanks."

"What's wrong?"

"I don't like being filmed, so if you don't mind…" he gestured to the device.

Sakura noticed something white under the long, dark shirt sleeves and frowned. Crazy, Loony or Wannabe? We'll have to see, ladies and gentlemen. Oh wait, I'm not talking to the camera…

Knowing when she was making someone uncomfortable, Sakura nodded and turned the camera away from Syaoran. If he didn't want to be filmed, then that was his choice. Who was she to make him awkward on his first day?

Besides, it could result in other doctors finding out and taking the damn thing off of her, and she couldn't have that.

Smiles and good behaviour were a yes-yes in the hospital. If you behaved properly and looked like you were getting better, then you had a higher chance of being released. Well, not for her. No matter how many times she acted cheerful, it didn't work. They wrote it down to her 'illness'. How could being cheerful and smiling be so bad? The hospital's logic was more insane than the patients were.

So smiles and good behaviour for her were a whatever-whatever. Cameras were definitely a no-no.

If she was on the extreme level of Prisoner, then perhaps she still had a chance of being released in, say, a million years. She just had to come up with a plan to get out. And for a genius like her, it should be no problem.

But…

She couldn't leave Tomoyo behind. She just couldn't. As soon as Tomoyo was released, Sakura was going to work hard to get herself out so that they could finally be free. But she wouldn't try anything before then.

So were they Lifers or Prisoners? That was the question.

Sakura grinned at the thought, "To be or not to be!" she laughed and faced the camera to the ceiling, spinning around in a circle.

She heard Tomoyo giggling from somewhere. "You're so weird, Saku."

That made her think of her new favourite song. "We're all crazy, we're all maaaad!"

Lunch. The best time of the day.

Sakura sat at the table in the dinner hall with Tomoyo, Takashi, Touya and Syaoran. The video camera was in its case and resting on her lap, carefully out of sight of the nurses watching over the room. If the Demon Nurse found out she had a camera with her, then she would probably be confined to her room for the rest of the day.

Sometimes, Sakura wondered if she was too sly for her own good.

"So why are you here, Syaoran?" Tomoyo asked curiously, a small smile on her lips as she played with her food.

Syaoran stared at her blankly, then started to shift in his seat. "Just…you know."

"No," Touya raised an eyebrow. "We don't."

"My mother and the doctors thought I should be here…"

"Ha!" Sakura grinned and took a bite out of her sandwich. "Been there. It sucks big time."

Syaoran gave her a small nod. "Uh-huh."

"It's okay, though," she told him. "You can tell us. We're all crazy here."

"Yeah," Takashi spoke up, eyes fixed on his latest drawing, "There isn't anything we haven't seen." He raised his head and propped his chin on his hand thoughtfully. "I've even seen a dead body before."

That drew a reaction from Syaoran. The guy's eyes widened with something like morbid curiosity and he turned to stare at Takashi. "Really?"

"Yup," Takashi nodded. "It was right in this hospital. I think he was called Akira. The dude killed himself, there was blood everywhere. I saw it for myself."

Sakura rolled her eyes. Actually, the guy had hung himself, and Takashi had been nowhere near him at the time. If she remembered correctly, he was in art therapy with her and had covered her face in blue paint.

"I'm just saying, Syaoran, that you don't have feel awkward or anything."

"I just don't want to talk about it, alright?" Syaoran muttered, turning back to his food with a frown.

Sakura raised her eyebrows. That was an interesting response. Where had the quick smirks and shy looks from this morning gone? The guy had changed from mildly polite to cold like a Bipolar changed in mood.

Ha, she smirked to herself. I should really stop thinking dark jokes.

Not able to stand sitting at a table full of awkward people just because of that dumbass, she pulled her right foot back and then slammed it forwards, hitting directly into Syaoran's shin.

He jumped back. "Ow!" He glared at her. "What was that for?"

Sakura looked up and chewed on her sandwich innocently. "What was what for?"

"The kick!"

"I didn't kick you."

Syaoran scowled. "You did. It came from your direction."

Sakura let out an exaggerated sigh and threw her hands up. "Cheer up, dude! We're only in a mental hospital!"

"Is that what people do when they're committed to a mental hospital?" his eyes narrowed on her, and she had the sudden urge to bolt, to run for her life. That glare was freaking scary. "They cheer up?"

Sakura snorted in a way she knew was completely undignified. "I thought that was the point in hospitals? To 'get better' and to cheer up?"

There was a cackle from Takashi. "She's got you there, dude."

Syaoran stared at her, his expression difficult to read. Sakura held his gaze with a triumphant smile, watching the brown depths for any change in emotion. He certainly is an interesting one. But is he one of us or is he a Wannabe?

He smirked suddenly, letting out a chuckle. "Yeah, you've got me there."

"Ha!" Sakura jumped up and held her hands in the air. "Champion! Champion!" She cupped her hands around her mouth and breathed out, creating the sound effect of a roaring crowd.

"Is she always like this?" Syaoran muttered to Tomoyo.

Her best friend giggled. "Not always."

Sakura dropped back down into her seat and eyed the girl's dinner plate. "You gonna eat that?"

Tomoyo gave her the look. The one that said 'oh my god Sakura are you insane?' and said, "I don't think so." She pushed the plate towards Sakura with a small smile. "You have it."

She really hated to take food from Tomoyo, but hey the girl had no intentions of eating it anyway. And, besides, who was she to try and persuade her best friend that she was wrong about her looks when Tomoyo never tried to patronize her and tell her to get better?

Sakura smiled down at the plate of food. Chicken salad. Yummy.

She glanced up and saw Syaoran giving Tomoyo a vaguely concerned look, his gaze moving between the plate of food and the thin girl. Sakura caught his stare and shook her head silently.

He was still new. He didn't understand.

But maybe she could teach him.

I hope you enjoyed it! It was really fun to write =)

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