Is this my home. My home my home my home. My insane crazy home. Where am i. Is this my home. My insane crazy home.
I woke up in a cold sweat. Same dream. Where i go insane. But its not a dream. I am insane. I am insane. Im crazy. Im crazy. Crazy. Insane. Insane. Not normal.
Do you hear that that clicking. Ticking. Ringing. Clanging. Singing. I hear it. The noise. That noise. No. The noise. Its not just me. Im not insane. Insane. Yes i am insane.
My name is Aiden. Ive always been insane. Thats why i lived in the District. Or as i call it, living hell. But maybe i belong there. I am insane after all. Psycho. Thats what i am.
I dont want to go back to the District. No. No. No.
I did bad things. Insanity gets to you. Im the reason my sister is gone. Not at the District. But dead. I killed her. No one knows why. I dont know why. Im crazy.
At the District they tried to get inside my head. Literally. They hooked me up to all these red blue green yellow orange pink purple black white wires to read my crazy crazy mind.
"Think Aiden. Think." they said to me. I can't think. I do. Not think. Do. I dont know why. I dont know why. I dont know.
Everyones scared of me. They thought i was ok after the district. I wasnt ok. I was not ok at all.
Is this my home. My home my home my home. My insane crazy home. Where am i. Is this my home. My insane crazy home. No the District is my home. Thats where i belong. I cant go back.
The District is where they fix you. They try. You live there for a long. Its black and lonely and empty and black.
The bus is hard. And i see the bus right now. Its in front of my house. The real house.
"Mommy no mommy."
"Aiden. You have to. Go."
"Crazy. Im not crazy" i yelled as i got pushed into the bus.
"I am not insane! No!" i screamed through the bus windows. I was shaking and punching and kicking. The noise is back. In my ears. Loud. Painful.
Mommy told me to use my real sentences but its hard. Hard. Hard. Hard.
The District is evil. I cant even look at it. Im not the only one there but i still feel empty.
"Get me off this death trap. Death. Death. Death." i murmured.
"Shut up, kid."
"No. Dead. Die."
"What was that, kid? What did you say to me?"
Thats when i started getting up.
"I said die! Dead! Dead!" I kept hitting him.
"I think i said die. I think i said death. I think i said leave. I think i said gone."
He was dead.
The huge bus stopped.
"No more. No no no. No more District."
But i was wrong. More District.
All the kids were waiting in chairs. I was in the middle. Girls and boys. They were all from different places. All different looking. But all insane. Im bit surprised. That's what the district is for.
The girl next to me was ticking. Tick. Tick. Flinch. The boy beside me was talking. Whisper whisper. Shh.
Me? I was starring. Waiting. Waiting for someone to make me angry. Waiting for them to go away. Leave. Gone.
Some lady was calling our names.
"Avalon?"
Tick. Flinch. Tick.
"Alright. Connor?"
Whisper whisper.
"Okaay. Aiden?"
Stare. Looking.
"Mkay. Walter?"
Grunt. Punch. Scream.
Oh. So thats Walter. Ok.
"Okay, Aiden. We're just going ti see whats in your head, okay?"
The wires. Red blue green yellow orange pink purple black white.
"Off. Off. Off!"
"It okay, Aiden. Doctor, hes not thinking. Anything!"
"Thats impossible. Anyones whos sane thinks!"
"Thats the thing. Im not sane. Im crazy."
