I could hear the screams and cries of others as I was brought in. There are two others who are being brought in with me. One is older than me, and seemed like he was brought here before. He said he was being brought in because of his black out rages. The other is younger than me. Much younger. She looked as if she wouldn't hurt anything, but looks can be deceiving. Apparently, she's being brought in for a mass murder. She killed 196 people, all of them being people who bullied her at school. Me, I'm being brought in for listening to the voices inside my head. They told me to kill my family, so I did. Then, I was arrested. I assume my neighbor saw what I did and called the police. I'll have to fix that little problem later. I was supposed to be in prison right now, but I was transported after I attacked some prisoners and guards, killing five prisoners and two guards. The judge asked me why I did it, and I said it was because I fucking felt like it.
"Hey mister, are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Did she just speak to me? Why would she talk to me?
"Hey mister, um, can you be my friend, please, just for a little bit?"
"Sure, I'll be your friend."
"Really?!?! Thank you!!!"
She just hugged me. I don't understand why she shows such emotion towards a simple comment, but she seems happy. She said her name was River. She explained that she was named that due to a river looking birthmark on her right arm. She said she doesn't remember her last name. She asked for my name, and I said I couldn't remember. I can't remember because of all the damn drugs they've put me on to try to "cure" my problems. They all know that the only real "cure" for insanity is death. It's the only way to get rid of the problem.
