Crazy for you ~

Chapter 1

She always was broken,as soon as she was able to hear well inside her mother's stomach she heard what they said and she knew she would never be loved.Y/N M/N (middle name)  L/N.....She always hated her full name and liked nicknames better.

When she turned six she lost all feelings and she stabbed her mom with a pencil directly in the eye after being slapped hard for turning down the air conditioning.Her mother had died a few hours later from blood loss.She had always hated her mother and didn't shed a single year when she stabbed her mom.

A few hours later her father came home with a blonde female and her father told her to go up to her room.The female and her father were heard in the room next door to hers.Moaning and giggling.She had enough of all of it and killed them both by slitting their throats slowly.She was going to be Cliche and close their eyes but she liked to see the fear linger there even after a slow painful death.

12 years later Y/N was in the OakStream Asylum.She didn't resist capture and said nothing and showed no emotion.After all there was no more emotion to show.She would get fed every single day but she would never eat.Y/N became weak and had kept her food under her bed and it left a rotten stench.She didn't sleep and there were deep rings around her eyes.

A therapist came along but would never make progress and everything would just repeat over and over and over again.Some times when she felt like moving she would knock on the walls.A knock was always heard back.She thought it was weird someone was sane enough to knock back.Everyone seemed stupid enough to struggle with simple addition along with anything normal.

After knocking she would fall into a deep sleep where she would have a dream where she was trapped in a room all black and a person stood in front of her.She could not tell what they looked like.She thought nothing of them until they talked they would always tell her to run as long as she ended up somewhere she would be safe.She didn't know what to say but she got enough confidence to finally speak "How will I run if I am trapped.....If reality has tied me up and kept me locked to my insanity?" They would only chuckle and disappear as she woke up.

As she woke up she knocked on the wall.The person on the other side replied with a few knocks on return.She looked around the small room and noticed her face in the mirror they had given her.She thought she looked cool and tough but she knew everyone had only thought of her as insane.Yet knowing this made her feel even better.

Before her therapist walked in he talked to a lady wearing a long dark black dress.She thought of her as a person who would go to a masquerade ball.The fancy lady left and winked at me.I stared at her and my therapist tried to get me to talk as usual he tried to get me to talk.But this time he looked under my bed and saw all the food I never ate.He ordered a lady to clean it up and left.Smiling the fakest smile ever at me.I didn't care everyone did that to me.

The day ended and I had the same dream this time with the person knocking on the bloodied wooden floor.It was like when she knocked on the wall at the asylum.The person must have learned her knock somewhere but where?She shrugged and stared at the person in front of her she could see dark blue eyes staring into her soul when she looked but  that was all.

She looked around and saw bloody handprints and blood pouring from dark windows,things written along the wall like "He'll fall so deep into love you'll fall too trying to save him "She read as she woke.

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