text: Chase Kelly, and Savanah Carver The tiny, broken thing But for you, I would answer anything... 
   
   
     
   So... I was walking down my street. 
  And I saw some dude abusing his dog.  
  I remembered his address so I could go back to his house. 
  Later that night, I went to his house and killed him. 
  His girlfriend happened to be there and called the police. 
  So, I killed her too. 
  The police (unfortunately) got me. 
  And they sent me to a mental hospital since I tried to kill them all. 
  They threw me into this giant room that looked like this: Padded room 
  They said it was one of the nicer rooms, I don't know why they put me in there. 
  So, after they put me in there I started trying to get out, blah blah blah. 
  Screaming cus words at them, swearing to kill them and their families etc. 
  And then they friggen tranquilized me. 
  About two days later, I woke up. They said I shouldn't have been down for that long. 
  They tried sending someone in there to talk to me. 
  I think his name was like George. 
  I dunno for sure 
  Anyways, they sent him in there and he started asking all these questions. 
  Like, "What could have caused you to go insane?" "Why did you do it?" "Are you okay?"  
  I didn't answer any of them. 
  I just stared at the floor. 
  Eventually he asked "Why do you think you're here?". 
  I started screaming at him and started choking him. 
  Of course I knew WHY I was there. 
  Stupid George... 
  So, yeah.  
  They got him out of there and told me to straighten up. 
  The next day they sent my dad in there. 
  I tried to stab his eyes out with the pen he had in his pocket. 
  He got out too 
  And I left alone 
  AGAIN 
  Anyways, I few hours later they asked if there was anyone I would like to see.  
  I said my mom.. 
  So, they brought me my mom, and I attempted to kill her too. 
  Almost did.. 
  After that, they said I wasn't allowed to have any visitors until I started acting right. 
  That took about 2 months.. 
  After that they found me trying to kill myself.  
  I had a belt on, Idk why they let me keep it, and I tried to hang myself. 
  THAT'S when they put me in a straight jacket. 
  They left me alone for two weeks 
  They then tried to send another person in there. 
  It was another guy, but I can't remember his name. 
  I kept kicking him since that's all I could do. 
  About 3 months later, they decided to let someone in that I was close to. 
  They told you, to come visit me. 
  They were really afraid to let you in. 
  You didn't know of everything I did before you. 
  So, you were just like "Just let me in." 
  Also, you had no idea that I was in a mental hospital.  
  You haven't heard from me in 5 months. 
  So yeah, they let you in there and they had two really scary looking security guards with you.  
  I didn't scream, cus, bite, kick, etc 
  I just looked at you. 
  And then you sat down next to me and said "Hi." 
  I just said hi back. 
  And then you hugged me and asked "Why are you in here?" 
  I answered "Because I'm messed up." 
  You said "No you're not. Things will get better" 
  I just nodded and started crying. 
  Everyone was like "Whaaaaat?!". 
  So you tried to have a decent conversation with me,  
  but I kept zoning out because I've been stuck in a dark room for 5 months by myself... 
  You stayed for about an hour, and then grandma said you had to go. 
  I didn't want you to leave so when you got up to leave, I started freaking out. 
  I kept yelling things like "If you leave, you won't come back." and "You're just like everyone else." 
  You come back over there, kissed me and said "I promise, I WILL be back." And then left. 
  The next day, you did come back. 
  Just like you said. 
  We talked (or at least attempted to) for a couple minutes each day, and it was feeling better. 
  The guess I would be out of there in a couple weeks. 
  But one day, you came in and told me that you were going somewhere with your family. 
  You said you'd be gone for 2 weeks 
  I reacted fine around you  
  And said "Okay, as long as you come back, I should be okay." 
  And then you left. 
  I was not okay during those two weeks.  
  You came at a certain time everyday, and during that time I would sit by the door and hope for you to walk in. 
  When you didn't I started kicking the wall and swearing. 
  I attempted to escape a couple times 
  I did once, but they just put me back in the same room. 
  They had to chain my feet to the floor. 
  It was not fun.  
  Anyways, there was about 4 days before you came back. 
  I spent those four days just sitting there talking to the wall. 
  I didn't sleep or eat. 
  I just sat up and talked to the wall... 
  So then, once the four days were over, you finally got a chance to visit me. 
  I wanted to run up to the door and hug you, but I was stuck to the floor and my arms were ...yeah. 
  So then, once I saw you, I smiled really big and started crying because I honestly believed you wouldn't come back. 
  Grandma didn't like you coming to see me. 
  She thought I was going to hurt you. 
  She tried multiple times to get you to date someone else and so did the rest of your family.  
  At least that's what you told me in our 5 minute conversations.. 
  But you were always true... 
  But no, even though I was slowly losing my mind, you still came and visited me.. 
  So, a month went by, and you kept visiting me, blah blah blah 
  They said that you should start staying at the hospital with me since you're the only one that I can be around. 
  They just wanted answers from me like, what caused me to do kill and all that. 
  And I wouldn't answer anything for them. 
  But for you, I would answer anything 
  Of course, you were still 14 and you needed grandma's permission to stay 
  She said no... 
  You then went and asked your mom and she approved of you staying. 
  So, you stayed in the room next to me 
  It was a pretty epic room.. 
  Well, they gave you 3 rooms to choose from. 
  One, with an island, and a pool everywhere else. One, with A staircase bed, and one that was white, and normal. 
  You picked the staircase bedroom. 
  Instead of the little closet having clothes, there was a glass wall there so you could see into my room. 
  I was able to talk to you that way. 
  And yeah... 
  So, yeah. You stayed next door and talked to me.. 
  When I needed you, you were there 
  When I needed ANYTHING, you were there. 
  It made me really, really happy 
  So then, about a week or two later, they unchained me. 
  I think I've been in there for about 7 months? 
  I dunno.... 
  They let me out of my straight jacket too, but I still wasn't allowed to leave my room. 
  Now that I wasn't in a straight jacket, you weren't allowed to come in my room. 
  So, I had to still talk to you threw that glass. 
  ANYWAYS. About a year later, I was perfectly normal again... 
  They decided to let me out of my room for once... 
  I haven't been outside in almost 2 years. Damn.... 
  they let me out, and I could finally hug you back 
  The first place I wanted to go was to your room. 
  So I could finally tell you "HEY, IM FREE MUTHAFUCKER"  
  Ok, I didn't exactly say THAT. but you get the point 
  They said they needed to let me go live with someone I could remain calm and happy with. 
  I told them I wanted to stay with you 
  Grandma, again, didn't want me there... 
  She thought I'd go crazy again and kill you all.... 
  The doctor said I should be okay, and if something happens to call them and they'd come get me. 
  They said I needed to be watched for a while and to keep me away from sharp objects. 
  So after that, they let me go 
  And I lived with you.  
  Grandma didn't approve of it but, you had to sleep in the same room as me. 
  Same bed I mean... 
  Because I would sometimes get up and start looking for knifes and stuff 
  So, when I attempted to get up, you were there to tell me to lay back down and all that.  
  And I would. 
  Eventually that stopped too. 
  And, even though it took awhile... We lived happily ever after... 
  Just like we always wanted, right? 
  END. 
   
   
   Publication Date: July 13th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-alois.trancy