DDC: I Do Not Own Death Note, Beyond Birthday, Another Note, or Any Mental Hospitals. This Is My First, Please R&R. Thanks :)
They took their tests, they ran their plans, they asked their questions and they looked at everything They thought I was a mental case, they thought I was far out of my mind!
To kill those people! To end even a child's life! "How could you?" they said, "Why would you?" they said.
But I passed all the tests, I ruined their plans, I even answered every question until there was nothing left to look at.
"Your insane" they said, "Your deranged!" they said, and put me under the tightest lock and key.
But they were wrong, you see, I knew what they looked for, I knew what they wanted, and how ignorant they were!
"Your sick!" they said, "He needs to be medicated!" they said, but they couldn't be further from the point.
Their shock treatments failed, their medication was useless, their solitary confinement did nothing in the least.
Because I never needed it, any of it.
I was perfectly sane.
"The results are inconclusive." they said, "It's a mistake." they said, "It just can't be true."
They called me a hopeless case, said they needed more testing, that the machines were glitching, but they knew what had happened.
All the while that I plotted, when thought out my plans, the whole time I would think of getting Lawlie's attention, of crushing him into dust, the moments I'd spend carving his letter into my flesh, gazing lovingly at the blood spattered walls, when I killed the Queen, and cut up the Backyard, and even as I strangled the Bride, not a thing was wrong with me.
"He's twisted, that's all their is to it," they'd say, "No person in their right mind would even consider thinking about that!" they said.
II shrugged when the Queen's mother cried, laughed when the police failed to find Backyard's arm, and smiled as I re-dressed the bride.
Still I was perfectly sane.
"Put him on a larger dosage" they said, "Try stronger medication" they said, "Strap him down and give him more voltage"
It really was amusing.
They shocked me and choked me, drugged me and bound me, put me in a jacket that took away my arms.
The whole time I smiled, showed them my 'deranged' smile, my 'insane' smirk, my 'sick' grin.
Then when they retreated, leaving happy that they kept their lives, I'd always say- I'd always whisper, and though I whispered they always heard.
They always left as a shiver passed down their spine. But never before I had my say;
"I have a plan.." I'd ghost in their ears from across the room, "I know the way out, I know where the door is...I know how to escape from this place." I would struggle against my bindings, I'd yank on the shackles, "The door may be locked but I hold the key. I'm getting out, you know, it won't be long! And when I do, it will not be quit, and it will NOT be pretty. I'm after blood, you see...and when I get out, there will be much of it. Starting with the people that put me in chains!" Then they would leave, always a bit afraid of my words, though I said this every day. They'd leave much, much faster than they came,
then the door would lock and I'd be trapped alone again, still tied to my seat.
And I would laugh.
A horrid, nightmarish laugh.
But do not make the same asumptions they did!
Because I was perfectly sane.
