EDIT**
ok so sorry about replacing that asylumstuck story for this. Frankly, that was written by a very young me (16 yo me) it was so bad, that story was so so so so so bad. I didn't want it up anymore, didn't like the layout and how i tried to portray the characters. SO HERE IS SOMETHING I KNOW ABOUT!
great fun kids!
Maybe it should have been you
Gamzee opened his eyes. The ceiling was dark and his room was freezing. It was December 4th and Gamzee still kept his window opened a bit. After waiting a little while, Gamzee got up, closed his window and made his way to the bathroom. His thought while he emptied out his bladder was: what if gnomes were waiting outside in the hall.
The fear of that being a possibility had Gamzee slamming the door shut and locking it. He cleaned himself up and tipped toed to the door and placing his ear to the wooden frame. He heard nothing. So he quickly washed his hands and flushed the toilet, and unlocked the door. Sprinting down the hall into the living room, he turned himself around to see if the gnomes were following him. which they weren't.
"hahaha, fuck. I am tripping" Gamzee mumbled to himself as he turned to the kitchen. He reached for his phone and found it not to be in his pocket. No worries, Gamzee just turned on the radio and began making his breakfast.
Living on the reserve felt like freedom and being strangled. The freedom was of the rolling clouds, the open space, the tall grass swaying in the wind, but that excluded the people. Some people were the best while others were so fucked up it made Gamzee feel sick knowing of the things they had done and could do. These were broken people and they were suffocating him.
Gamzee had first moved here after his parents separated. which was about 4 years ago, he lived with his father, while his mother disappeared. It was fine with him, they weren't good for each other and it was so painfully obvious when they fought. Sometimes the fighting would take a turn for the worst and he'd have to step in. Imagine, a 13 year old Gamzee trying to make his father get off his mother, even though he knew that it wouldn't work, Gamzee still tried.
Finally when they separated, Gamzee went with his dad while his older brother left with their mother.
In this place he lived in, he learned how to fight because fighting is all you had here, or well, a knife could work just as good. Anyways, Gamzee learned a lot of good and bad stuff living here. He learned that you can't do fuck all for someone who didn't want help and that's what fills this place up, people living within their minds.
"you're messed up too, so fucked up that you belong here" Gamzee thought to himself.
Gamzee finished cooking whatever he could make with the limited ingredients and was sitting on the couch, turning on the T.V. He was always watching the cooking channels, they made him calm. Slowly Gamzee turned his head towards the hallway, checking to see if the gnomes were there. Once he felt that it was ok, he focused on watching the Italian themed episode. Imagining that he was also eating the food.