Disclaimer: I, sadly, do NOT own Bleach...or any of it's fabulous characters...

Summary: What really happens to the patients at St. Victoria's Mental Hospital? When you're viewed as "mentally unstable" who's gonna believe that the guy running the place should really be a patient? GrimmxUlqui

Warning: Includes self-harm, mentions of abuse and rape, and yaoi...

Chapter One:

Run, I must run.

Cut, I need to cut.

"Looking for your blades? You're so weak! I'm disgusted to call you my son! Faggot!" My father taunts me as I search for the telltale glint of one of my razors.

It must end! It has to! This horrid mistake called LIFE!

I find the sacred metal wedged inbetween my favorite book and one of my various notebooks, just as my father lunges at me. My sweet feeling of relief is ripped away as I feel his fist connect with my ribs and the blade falls to the floor. I scramble towards it and away from my only living parental figure left.

I've almost reached it when I feel a strong hand wrap around my ankle. I'm pulled back to where I started and he's on top of me, hitting every part of me he can reach.

I"m struggling to break the hold he has on me but, truly, I'm just a very scrawny sixteen year old, and though I'm very strong for my age and size, I'm no where near as strong as him. Fresh pain blossoms across my face, and I struggle harder. I can't win, but I must try.

I managed to buck him off me and I spring to my feet, grabbing the razor and running past him. I know I can make it to the bathroom now. I slam the door closed and press the lock down, wasting no time rolling up my sleeves. I drag the razor blade sharply down on each wrist as hard as I can. Pain, bliss, and blackness are all I feel as I hear a siren, and the world starts to fade...

.............

(Ulquiorra)

I bolted up straight in the bed and it takes a moment for me to realize where I am. 'I'm at St. Victoria's' I think to myself, and shiver remembering my dream. It was how I ended up here in the first place. It was also how I'd end up staying here for pretty much the rest of my life. I was what the orderlies liked to call 'mentally unstable' and 'scarred for life.' And, well, quite frankly I couldn't bring myself to argue with them.

I hate myself and I hate my life. My father was right, too. I am weak and disgusting and I should have died that night. But I didn't, and this place really isn't so bad, I suppose. I lay back down and try to think of the good things about this place, so I can stop staring longingly at the scars on my wrists.

The foods not bad, there are probably probably more screwed up that me here...oh, and the best part; I didn't have a roommate...

Little did I know that was all about to change...

..............

(Grimmjow)

'This is fucked up,' I think as I wait for the head honcho, Dr. Aizen , to see me.

'you deserve to be punished!' my other side chimes in.

God damned bipolar-ness! I piss even myself off with it sometimes!

'you should really work on those anger issues, of yours...'

"Just another reason I'm here," I growl quietly to myself, just as Aizen's creepy secretary, Gin Ichimaru or whatever, came out to tell me Aizen would see me now.

'Like hell he will!'

'oh, come on. you know that's unfair, he has this whole place to keep in order. it's not all about you, you know.'

Since I deeply dislike Aizen, I ignored the second thought and strode past Ichi-whatever and his freaky-ass smile. Aizen was sitting behind his desk in a comfortable-looking, white chair, facing the window. When I came in he spun the chair around and folded his hands on his desk.

"Please take a seat, Grimmjow," he said serenely. I sat in the chair farthest from him while he extracted a file (most likely on me), from one of his desk draws. He leafed through it for a moment before looking up again to speak. "So Grimmjow, it seems you got into a fight with your roommate, Nnoitra, last night?"

"Yeah, but it's not my fault! The guys such a douche bag."

Once again, Aizen looked serenely at me and smiled. "Either way, it doesn't matter whose fault it was. I've decided it would be best if you two were no longer roommates, so you'll be moved to room 46 with a new roommate," he shuffled the papers for a second before saying, "ahh, yes, you'll be rooming with Ulquiorra Schiffer."

I started to protest and say that I really didn't want a new roomate, when Aizen interrupted. "Grimmjow, this isn't open for discussion. You have the rest of the day to move to your new room."

I glared and with faked sweetness answered, "yes, sir."

And thats where it all began....

~Chapter One Ends...~

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Thanks, for reading! This was just a random idea that came to me when I was watching Supernatural, so I decided to write a FanFic. Review and tell me how I did or if you've got any suggestions. I'll probably put the next chapter up soon because I have a snow day and then breaks in like two days, or something.

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