Chapter One-Welcome to the Nuthouse!
I'll never understand how the heck I got sent to Seedling's only Sanatorium located in Flower Bud Village. Nor will I ever understand how out of all those nutcases in Flower Bud Village there was only a two people in the Sanatorium, three if you count myself. Still I had no choice in the matter. I was arrested for doing inappropriate things that for the safety of myself and whomever may read this, I won't say them at this current moment in time.
But that's another story. By this time you are probably wondering who I am. I've been called many things in my life, most of which I really shouldn't name, but my proper name is Jason Rove. I've been going by it for almost twenty-five years.
"Hey kid, we're here. Hope you enjoy your time in Flower Bud's Sanatorium.," some tall, forty-something year old man told me as we got closer to the docks. I don't know why people always say 'Enjoy your time at (insert place here).' when in reality you probably won't. Unless if its some place you've been wanting to go to since you were like five years old.
"Sure I will. I've always wanted to stay in a nuthouse.," I said sarcastically as I watched the man go further into the soft Flower Bud sunset. Jason, now's your chance. Swim off before anyone has a chance to catch you, I thought walking across the shore of the beach. But that would be impossible as someone would find me and turn me back in. They always did. No matter how hard I tried I always ended back in the care of a police officer.
Still I began to walk towards the large building. God, those people were optimistic. That or stupid, as my brother Lucas would say. Lucas was the sorest person alive but he had the craziest sense of humor when he felt like it.
"Hey there! You must be Jason! I'm very pleased to meet you!," this annoying blue haired lady said to me. What normal person has blue hair?
"Oh and you must be Ms. Insane. I'm pleased to meet you!," I once again said sarcastically. I guess you could say that sarcasm and I are tighter than glue.
She looked at me really puzzled, "No. Ms. Insane is inside this building and she prefers to be called Dia. I don't know why. Guess her parents didn't want to name her something like Gina, which is my name and rhymes with Dia! Isn't that fantastical?," Gina continued to say ecstatically. I would have to check this Dia check out. Maybe she could help me keep my sanity because if all Flower Bud Villagers were like Gina then I was gonna need all the sanity I could get.
Soon after I was lead into my small jail cell I decided to check out the lobby where I saw a girl sitting in front of the television. She was small. Or rather I say, delicate. Her hair was a soft brown hair that, like her, looked frail. Some men may be turned off by this but oddly I was attracted to her. So I decided to walk over to the small chair she was sitting at.
"Hey. What you watching?," I asked her with a calm voice, trying to start a conversation.
"Hush, will you? This is the best part in the whole movie.," she whispered to me turning for a slight second. By this time I myself decided to watch it to see what the big deal was.
'Man, what you gonna do with that?," a tall, twenty-something year old said as he looked at an even taller man with short hair and a white hockey mask. Within seconds the twenty-something's head was gruesomely chopped off.
"Wasn't that the best scene ever?," she said cheerfully as if it was an enlightening scene. She must be Dia, if not that Gina is the worst liar on the face of this Earth.
"I guess so. If you like watching that kind of stuff. Personally I prefer more science-fictiony stuff. You know Terminator, Alien, Predator, Star Wars? That kind of stuff."
"Okay. Cool.," she paused to look up at me, "Sir, could you please leave?"
"Don't you want to see me again?" Judging by how she asked if I could leave, it seemed unlikely that she wanted me to talk to her again.
"Would that shut you up? I'm missing my movie.," she said switching her eyes back and forth to look at the screen that showed the hockey mask wearing man battling a man with a burned face and razors for hands.
"Dia, be nice to Jason. He's that prisoner that I told you about. Jason, don't mind Dia she's just a little insane. Aren't you sweetheart?," Gina asked looking down at Dia with gentle eyes and trying to avoid watching the gruesome fight on the television.
"Why? What you going to do? Put me in the nut house? Oh wait I'm already in the nut house."
"Dia, have you taken your meds this morning? You know that if you don't take your meds you'll be really mean and nasty to everybody. Remember the last person you bit? If he hadn't been some peace-loving hippie from Forget-Me-Not, he would sent you to jail."
"I don't know how it would make it any different. I'm already in jail. Plus that guy was asking for it. What normal person sings about trolls and apples anyway?" I would've listened to more of this but I had a feeling this was going to last longer than my last court hearing. Which was longer than heck. So I decided to walk around Flower Bud Village since my collar wasn't installed yet. I could still walk over the invisible fence.
Flower Bud Village was incredibly small. Then again if it was a large city, god only knows what those nutcases would do. Still one particular nutcase remained on my mind, Dia. She was harsh but deep down I could feel that she was truly sweet. She just needed to feel loved by someone other than Smurfette or whatever her name was.
You can still go Jason, I thought as I walked past another river. I was an amazingly good swimmer so I could out swim anybody that challenged me. But so far I didn't want to. Actually that didn't matter because I couldn't unless I wanted to spend life in prison, which is probably worse than the Sanatorium. So I might as well make some friends while I'm here.
"Hey you're the new guy at the Sanatorium.," some crazy woman that ran into me said, "That's great! My name's Ellen, what is your's?" Okay when I said that Smurfette was the craziest person alive, I was wrong Ellen is.
"My name's Jason. And I guess it is great that I'm officially one of the village nutcases.," I said sarcastically trying to avoid anymore conversation with this woman.
"Well you don't have to be so mean about it. I just saw you and figured it would be the perfect chance to give you this.," Ellen quickly made a clicking sound causing a small beagle to come up to me, "Would you like to have him?" Would I like to have him? Back home in the city I had tons of pets. Every stray that wondered into my family's yard I'd keep it. Even if it was secretly. Of course I wanted the little guy.
"Sure. Is um…Dia, that girl at the Sanatorium, scared of dogs?," I asked trying not to sound like a stalker.
"I'm not sure. She pretty much stays in the Sanatorium. You can still have him though. If Dia doesn't like him she can always ignore him. Isn't that right, little fella?," Ellen smiled at the little dog, "So you know what you're going to name him?" I hadn't really thought about his name but a crazy name is better than no name.
"Yes I have. His name is Dude."
"Oh that's a…………..interesting name but I really shouldn't talk. Have fun!" Yeah I'm going to have fun in a nuthouse with a girl with abnormally blue hair and a girl who thinks that a person's head getting gruesomely chopped off is the best part of a film. I'm going to have so much fun that I think I may wet myself. Yeah right.
A few hours later I checked back into the Sanatorium to see if Gina and Dia were still fighting. After hearing silence I walked in with Dude.
"Hey guys, did you-," I said until I was interrupted with a sudden crowd of semi-random ranting. The first sound was of Gina saying how cute it was, then of course Dia had to say that she's seen deformed people wearing hockey masks that looked cuter than Dude. Gina disagreed which caused them to get in a huge argument while the old lady from the Clinic measured my neck for 'confidential reasons'. In other words she wanted to measure my neck to see how big she had to make my collar for the invisible fence outside.
"Hey guys. You can fight later. I just came back to get some sleep. Its almost 9 pm. Doesn't that mean anything to any of you?," I shouted at the top of the stairs. All of them paused and looked at me puzzled.
"Oh yeah. Sure. Of course it does. Yeah.," they all said in unison obviously startled by my sudden outburst. That's another thing about me, I have anger issues. This often gets me in trouble with the law. Starting brews with people and stuff like that. Or robbing places. I used to love to do that. I'd rob the place dry but that's another story.
"G'night everybody." And it was with those two words that I was done with my first day at the Sanatorium. So far I had survived. But Dia would be the person that would convince me to stay.