The room I'm put in is white, I have to stay in here, most the time.
There is a very nice lady, who I see once a day. I don't talk to her. She has fuzzy, orange hair, and big square, nerd glasses. She has freckles, she is about, 4'10, maybe 5 feet tall. And always has a smile. Her name is Dr. Sue Fern
Sane says she is irritating, Cal says she is intelligent but could be used, and Tibble, well, he wants to talk, but the others won't let him. I kind of like her. She says she is a friend, and wants to help. She told me to tell her about me. What happened to make Sane want revenge. Cal said, how can I tell her anything about me if I know nothing about her.
It's been 3 weeks. Sunday is the only day she does not come. I can feel myself slipping. Slowly, but surly.
She didn't come yesterday. It must be Monday. I get up, and I see the reflection of me in the mirror. I'm not a self-harm patient, I can have a mirror. I'm more skinny, more pail, it doesn't even look like me, I look like, I don't know.
A psycho, crazy person. My eyes are dilated; my hair isn't brushed.
There is someone behind me.
"Hello, Mrs. Fern. You are looking very spontaneous today." Cal says.
"Hello miss Wor-Clock. How are you today?" she says.
"As every other day I am fine." I say, silencing a rude comment from Sane, and a statistical report from Cal.
"How long are we going to play this game, we sit here for an hour, silent except for your almost silent hushing, to who I don't know yet. "she says.
"Sane." I say.
"What?" she asks.
"He likes to make rude comments." I whisper," Cal, is too technical, he states statistics, he was going to say that technically you should know how I am doing. That-" I cover my mouth, and sit on the bed and cover my head with the thin pillow. I answered for Tibble.
I didn't mean to, I think.
Well now you went and did it, unintelligent child, says Cal.
Stupid! says Sane.
"Who are you whispering to?" says Mrs. Fern.
Don't answer, says Cal.
Do it, says Tibble. Please, you need to, you will only hurt yourself if you don't.
"MY friends." I say.
"Who are your friends, Angel?" she asks.
I let a tear slide down my cheek, "Tibble, Sane, and Cal."
"Who are they?" she asks," Can I meet them?"
"I don't know, exactly who they are, I want to meet them, too. All I know is they said they were friends, they are friends, and they are always around. Sane told me they are behind me." I say, "sometimes, they get me to say stuff, I usually just let them, I go off into my own little la la land."
"Can I speak with one of them?" she asks. I know she thinks she is getting somewhere, but she isn't they won't let her.
I look uneasily at her, and nod.
OK, who wants to talk, not I would prefer if it isn't Sane.
Why? He asks.
You'll be rude. Now Cal, would you take over.
Not shur, who does she want to talk to? Cal asks
"Who do you want to talk to?" I ask
"The one that wants to talk." She says.
"Well, Sane will insult you in vulgar, and just plain mean. He is violent, and talks like a sailor, he is also brutally honest. While Tibble, wants to spill everything, but is too shy to say much. Cal is the best choice, he is not vulgar, and not shy, but likes being right, and usually is. Also he is brutally honest. He will tell you exactly what he thinks. Now you can pick." I say.
"Tibble." she says.
"Um... OK." I say. Now I just have to go lay down and.....
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revenge=asylum
Terror"How has it come to this? Why did i do it. Because he deserved it. What have i done!" A girl is torchered mercilessly, but her time for revenge has come. What will she do to the man who hurt her? What are the consequences for this 18 year old.
