Two months ago, I was happy. I was in love. It wasn't until recently, things began to fall apart. Somehow, I thought that I could escape an old relationship. One where I was not as attached, but he was too attached. Him. I had nightmares. I could never forget his ice blue eyes. They held nothing in them. Every time I had looked into them, I saw nothing. I had been worried that maybe he didn't actually love me. Then I realized he loved me too much.

Stuck in a insane asylum, Peter becomes even more deranged than he already is. He doesn't even know why he's there besides the fact that he hears voices in his head. To him that's not a problem, they aren't evil voices, so he says. All he wants to do is leave and find his family. This story leaves a trail of Love, astonishment, drama and delusions. Will Peter ever find his family? Will he be stationed in the institution forever? Keep reading and you'll see. Get ready for a adventure. . This may not be copied or used in any form without the authors consent

A dense fog surrounded me, confusing my senses. Suddenly, it cleared and a room solidified in my sight. Confusion swept over me. At this rate, it was becoming my new best friend. My gaze swept around the room, landing on a door that had materialized in one of the walls. I began to move towards it, instincts pushing my confusion out of the way. Before I could even take two steps, someone threw a hood over my head. My elbows and feet flailed, trying to plant themselves on my attacker. It was no use. Strong arms wrapped around my torso, containing me enough to drag me somewhere only God knew of. My attacker threw me onto the ground suddenly, pulling my hood off before I hit the floor. The room I had been in was gone. I looked around, but it was completely empty. That's when I heard them. The whispers. They were telling me to run. The same warning over and over again, getting louder with each second. I sprang to my feet, the room now swirling around me. There wasn't a door. I was trapped.

Richard Steel was a misunderstood man who spent his life catching murderers, falling over, and avoiding all kinds of women to the best of his ability. He was awkward, clumsy and uptight – hard to get along with, apparently. He simply didn’t understand people, and people didn’t understand him. Clare Brent was Richard's complete opposite - a confident, cheerful, and extremely giggly woman creature. She was up for taking risks, breaking rules and just being a little bit naughty. Usually, this kind of woman would be Richard’s worst nightmare – but Clare was different. She seemed to understand Richard and his rather strange ways, and didn’t bully him about it like everyone else. Richard finds himself spending all of his time with this strange woman creature, slowly learning how to be normal, whilst doing things he’d never do before. He smiles, cuddles… and investigates a murder case behind his boss’ back. Oops. Together, they stumble into all kinds of mischief.