I couldn't take any more weirdness of one night. I grew up around all this, but even I can only take enough before I drive myself crazy. I have no clue if I'm sane, how could I be? Living in what I live? Living with these people? Being around this crazy all life long? Really can anyone be sane in this? I realized I was thinking too much, not a good thing to keep my thin little fragile frame of mind from going completely from all this. Facing my worst fears, trying to drown in jello, watching a girl I hardly knew being dunked by pig guts. Then all this with ants. It was too much for me to bear. All I wanted was five minutes of sanity and normality thank you very much.<br/><br/>I nodded. I wasn't sure if I was capable of speaking. After all my head was spinning and my sanity wasn't exactly there. I took her hand gently.  Leading her into the normal looking outside until I froze noting the eyes. OH no not again. I stared at them and anger rose up like fire inside me eradicating everything else in it's wake.<br/><br/>"REALLY?" I thundered and glowered in pure unmitigated anger. "I've had enough of this crap. If you want to fight then step out into the fucking open and lets fight, because I'm so NOT in the mood for any more weirdness!" I was shaking from rage. My eyes were huge and unfocused. My whole body was rigid and tension flooded the air all around me. It was clear I was ready, willing and able to fight. I was so done with these games.