DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH, KUBO TITE DOES.

I sit on my bed, banging my head lightly against the wall. I, as per usual, am bored out of my frigging mind. I blame this stupid place with it's stupid rules. Apparently just about anything I could use to entertain myself can also be used as a weapon of sorts. "I'm so fucking bored!" I yell into the empty room, my voice bouncing off the walls.

Oh yeah, in case you didn't know, I'm in the Karakura Asylum. I was put here when I was 18 and I just turned 24 recently, so I've been here for about 6 years.

I'm here for two reasons. According to most doctors, I don't see ghosts, I see hallucinations, or how the doctors here put it, friends. What a bunch of bull. The second thing was the worst case scenario of a HUGE misunderstanding. Everyone thinks I killed my dad, but I assure you that I'd never do such a thing.

What killed my dad wasn't even human, it was a demon. But even among the supernatural, they think they're only a myth. Idiots! If they they saw what I saw, they'd know how real they really are...

I stared in horror at the scene before me. Dad was laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood with something that looked exactly like me standing over him. It was laughing as dad's blood dripped off his hands.I charged at him, screaming at the top of my lungs, but he vanished right before I made contact with him. I ended up slipping in dad's blood, causing me to fall. My clothes started to soak up the crimson liquid.

I stared at dad for several moments, trying to make myself believe that it was all a dream, but it was obvious that it wasn't. I burst into tears, clutching onto his damp shirt, earning myself more blood on my clothes. I couldn't have stopped the powerful sobs that caused my entire body to violently shake if I tried.

Several men tried to pull me away from dad's corpse and I tried to pull away from them, screaming an endless stream of profanities as they dragged and shoved me into a police car. I started banging my fists against the tinted window as I continued to scream at them.

The demonic being that killed my father suddenly appeared in front of the window, smiling evilly at me. I stopped moving, not even daring to breathe. It's body then started to stretch and bend in an unnatural way as it reverted to it's true form. My eyes widened in horror. It simply gave me yet another evil grin before vanishing. I fainted mere seconds later.

After the chaos the demon caused, I was put on a trial for murder and examined by several doctors. I was diagnosed with schizophrenia and chronic explosive intermittent disorder. The judge ad jury didn't once consider prison, instead they sent me straight to the loonie bin.

My first day I was given a locked room on the third floor. A bastard by the name of Katamura told me that if I behaved enough, he might consider letting me roam. I attacked him before he could even get out of the room. I was immediately transferred to an isolation room on the forth floor. After several days there, I smashed the window, which earned me a windowless room on fifth.

Well, I'm done explaining myself. I think I'll return to what I was originally doing: trying to find some way to amuse myself.

ME: This 1st chapter basically serves as a prologue of sorts. Well, I hope you enjoy this story! Read and Review!

ICHIGO: No fair! You didn't let me say anything!

ME: Deal with it. :P

ICHIGO: ...Shuddup!