Disclaimer – Don't own them, please don't sue. We beg of you, Pam has 6 bucks to her name, Ren is unable to even buy a phone.
Summary – Where is sanity breed in the heart or in the head.
Special Thanks - *Ren stands up* Yes, I'd like to thank my mother, for without her horrible and viciously childish behavior, I would not have been driven to such a dark and demented new level of insanity. Oh and also thank you to the creator of the comic strip 'Dilbert' for the after story part.
Sane Insanity
Rooms.
Everyone has rooms, spaces, hiding places that they can go and just be. Some people have actual places that exist in the 'real world'. They're basements, or attics, closets, beds, just anywhere that they can get that safe and secure feeling. They're nice and comforting, friendly and warm. All in all a good place to be.
Then of course there's the other kind. The kind that doesn't exist in said 'real world'. The kind that you have to invent because there are no places safe enough to hide in this reality. My kind.
These places are unfortunately unlike the safe bedrooms and closets. These are much more…horrifying. They consist of vile acts, and cruel people. They are the places sometimes worse than what you are running from. But then, they are also a blessing. How you ask? I'm afraid I could never fully explain it in a way you'd understand. How could you, if you've never been there? How could you possibly know how relieving agony can feel when it's finally allowed to be released? How could you possibly appreciate the secrets and knowledge you long to forget, but that these places hold for you, forever? How could you…well I don't think I need to go any further for now. The point still remains, you can't understand.
Still though, you can at least have a glimpse of what I'm talking about. Oh you're looking at me now with tired and rather worried eyes. I hate it when you worry you know, it makes me feel bad. Worse than usual in fact. You shouldn't worry about me you know, I'm not crazy like they say I am. On the contrary I'm probably the only sane one here. It's the doctors that are really insane you know. What with all their made up diseases and 'cures' which involve slicing and dicing people's brains up. And they tell you I'm the crazy one, riiight.
You're frowning now, why are you frowning, it makes you look so much older than you are. You're supposed to smile and be happy, you're supposed to cheer me up. Hug me. Come on now give me a hug. You came all this way, interrupted my lovely drug induced nap, the least you can do is give me a hug. Did you forget how? Here let me show you.
Oh wait that's right, silly me, can't move my arms. Stupid straightjacket. Oh well, I guess the hugs'll have to wait. It's alright though, I got off topic anyways, I was going to talk about the rooms. My rooms. Well let's start then shall we?
To be continued…….
"I wanna take this, and this, and this, oh what's this do?!" Bouncing around the room, Tommy holds up his latest find from Ren's closet.
Lifting her head with great effort, Ren looks at Tommy and groans as she sees
he's found Timmy the toilet paper roll. Looking at the half used roll of toilet
paper with the drawn on smiley face and qutip arms, she flops back on the bed. "Tommy
we still have 112 days left till me mover, stop tearing apart the room and
packing."
Pouting he looks at 'Timmy'. "But I wanna leave now!"
"Yeah me too." Heaving a sigh, Ren gets up and takes Timmy from his hand before moving out of the room and to the bathroom.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Setting the rest of his toys down, Tommy follows her and gasps in horror as he sees 'Timmy the Toilet paper roll's' fate. "You can't do that to Timmy! You're not respecting Timmy!"
*Flush*
