Author's Note: I'm back after a long time resting and dealing through a shit load of stress and the usual high school teenage drama. Anyways, this story will probably remain short but with many chapters, or long with little chapters—however I feel like. I hope you enjoy!

Between the Walls

Chapter 1 – Lies Insanity

White. The color burst her vision and sent shivers up her spine as she heard nothing but pure silence and the rhythmic puffs of her own breathing. She slowly moved into a sitting position in the furthest corner she could find in the white room. She couldn't speak, her throat hurt too much, but all she could remember was a needle piercing through her skin, sedating her and sending her into a world of her own nightmares and paranoia struck her thoughts. Here, she had nothing to fear, nothing to worry about. Nothing could harm her in her own perfect little white world. She looked down at her clammy pale hands and saw a shocking flash of bright pink fill her vision. Was that her hair? Pink? That color that atrociously invades her vision forced the fear to come back. Her breathing grew ragged as she tried to scream, but nothing came out. Clutching her head and pulling at her pink locks, she fell into a world of terror. Trapped in her world of light and coldness, she knew nothing about the room next to hers.

Black. He could clearly see the color as he opened his eyes, but saw nothing but darkness. He heard nothing but his own breathing and the dripping of water possibly from the ceiling. He didn't remember a thing before entering this shadow-like world. He rubbed his eyes, but still saw the dark. Rubbing them and blinking them hard, he opened his eyes once again to only face the color black. Had he gone blind? Possibly blinded by fear? He shook his head but stood up wearily and walked around slowly, shivering once every so often he stepped in a cold puddle of something wet. It must've been the water leaking from up above. He felt weak all of a sudden from just a few steps and forced himself to sit down on the dirty ground again. He breathed out, clearly hearing his breath puff out and started to give a low hum for a quick second. He couldn't see, but could hear, speak, and move. Maybe things might not be so bad. In this darkness, he wouldn't have to face it. He couldn't have to face the world, the rotting people within the world, the insecurities it all held. In his own world of darkness and security, he knew nothing of the room next to his.

The platinum blonde haired woman carefully viewed at the two television screens that both monitored her patients, her experiment—her lab rats. They were both labeled as legally insane and psychotic in different ways. One of them adorned with odd pink hair was named Sakura, her fear only consisted of paranoia and of the future. The other with spiky flaming orange hair and many piercings grew a bad history of gang fights held a deep fear of reality itself.

"Tsunade-shishou," Shizune, the psychologist's assistant muttered quietly, "shouldn't you be taking notes on their behavior for the sake of this experiment?"

Tsunade just shook her head, "The way they are acting now is completely… natural. It's only when they start acting normal is when we all must start to worry." She started blankly at the brightly colored screen with a pink blob, and then switched to a night-vision screen showing a young man discovering his own surroundings through the sense of touch and feeling. This would sure be interesting.

Author's Note: I've always been interested in the topic of insanity or anything psychological… Thought I'd try and bring that into my stories (: Reviews make me update faster and gives me ideas! Flames… I don't care so much about them—fire away! Criticism is definitely needed! Thanks you for reading (and reviewing). Reviews keep this story going from not dying D: