Emotion

Xander

Xander spoke to me every chance he had. I did not mind. I didn't speak often but when I did he listened. The asylum was not bad, but we both thought we did not belong here. However, I am sure that's how most patients feel. I eventually opened up and told him why I was here. I told him how at first no one believed the horrors my father put me through until they saw the bruises. If they had not seen those I would have ended up in prison, but becase of the psychological damage, I would probably have to stay here forever. This crazy boy began to grow on me. We talked about what we would want if we could lead normal lives. We both wanted a home, Somewhere secluded. Days continued to wear on, then the plan began to take shape. We would escape.