This Maniac's In Love With You

Alice's Point Of View

Well, I've been in this hellhole for about a few months now. They said this place is for people like me to get better, but all it is, is a prison. This is an insane asylum for fuck's sake, and there's nothing good about it. All the people are here because they did what I did or their parents didn't want to take care of them anymore. I guess they want to shut people like me up in one place so the 'normal' people won't have to deal with us.

But any who, my name is Vincent Furnier, but I go by Alice Cooper. I'm in here for murdering my entire family. Do I feel sorry about it? Hell no. Did they deserve it? Hell yeah. I have some time before the assholes make me leave my room and go interact with the other patients.

First, they wake me up at eight in the morning and make me shower. They only give me about five minutes to wash my hair and body. To me, that isn't enough time. I'm surprised I even get washed.

Then they give me a fresh white shirt and blue scrub-looking pants to put on. Luckily, they let me keep my black Vans so I can wear them instead of nothing.

But after they get me back into my room (more like a cell), breakfast was already sitting on a table in my room. I always wondered who brings the food. I think I only seen him once.

But after breakfast, they come in and give me back my journal. I guess they want to see what we're thinking, but I seriously doubt it. I think they could care less about it and they care more about the huge amounts of money rolling in from patients' parents.

After journal time, they let us out of our room and into a big room to interact. There were a few times I got put into the "Quiet Room" in a straight jacket because I attacked another patient. The bitch had it comin'. I usually just find a quiet spot and draw on myself. I usually get yelled at for that but it's their fault they didn't give me paper to draw on.

After a few hours in the Interaction Room, they make us go back into our room to settle down for dinner. I was drawing when he entered. And oh the gods above, he was hot.

He had short dark brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. His black rimmed glasses makes him more adorable. He is always smiling and interacting with the patients. When he gets to my room, he talks with me until he has to go. He always make my day better with his laughter. He looks to be around 28 or 30. And I'm only 20. By the name on his badge, his name is Jason Newsted.

But what are these warm feelings I'm feeling? They are making me all fuzzy inside and I'm not used to it. Why is he making me feel like this? Hopefully he's not taken, because he's the one I want.

And I will get what I want.