Tales From the Loony Bin

Rating: PG-13 or T

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park. I don't own, so don't sue.

Summary: 'My name is Tweek Tweak. I am a psycho at Ocean View Loony Bin, and I can't have any sharps.'

A/N: I should be continuing 'Tutor' right now, but I really like this idea. This is also influenced by the book Cut, which I don't own either. Once again, don't sue me!

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Chapter One - No Sharps

I am awoken from my slumber by a knock at the door to my 'room'.

"Tweek, are you ready to be escorted to the cafeteria? It's breakfast time, dear." A sweet voice echoes from outside.

When I first wake up, I'm in a daze. It takes me a few seconds to register everything in my mind; where I am, what I'm supposed to do today, even who I am.

"Tweek? Are you okay?" The voice says, opening the door. It's Stella, who is here to take me to the cafeteria so I can have breakfast, then get all my medication.

I sit up in the bed and scratch the back of my head. "Uh, yeah. Can you give me a minute? I have to change and stuff.." I stand up.

"Of course. I'll be back in about five minutes. Take all the time you need." She smiled a little bit, then stepped out the door. It shuts with a swish, and then I watch her walk down the hallway out the little window on my door. I already know it's locked. All of the doors are locked from the outside.

I walk over to my little mirror and bathroom area, trying not to awaken Darren, my 'roomate' as they called them. He's horrible in the morning. He was here for the same reason as I, he was just here longer. I am the newest arrival to the Loony Bin.

Alright, it is not called a loony bin. It is called Ocean View Juvenile Psychiatric Ward. Except there was no ocean view. And 'psychiatric' helped remind me that I was a psycho, so I didn't want to call it a psychiatric ward.

I open my cabinet, on the left side of the mirror. Darren's is on the right. He told me one day that if I ever touched anything that was on his side he would rip my guts out. So I try to avoid him, because getting my insides ripped out of me does not sound like fun. I open a drawer on the cabinet and pull out a pair of jeans, boxers, and a plain black tee-shirt. I change and put the clothes I fell asleep in the other night in a bag labeled 'LAUNDRY' and set it by the door. I think that by now we should be 'allowed' to wash our own clothes, but whatever. I change into my clothes and slip on a pair of worn-out checkered Vans. I try to brush through my wild, blonde hair, but the comb gets stuck in my hair numerous times. I slam the brush down. I look at my wrists; there are scars all down them.

I need to cut. Now.

But I get that urge every morning, around this time. I have to fight my urge. That was why I was here. To get better.

I knew I was hurting myself. But what the fuck, I mean, it's my body. If people can get tattoos, then why can't I make my own? On one arm, I have carved 'LIFE' and on the other, 'SUCKS'. There are also other random cuts, because I didn't have any more room for words.

Once I am finished brushing my teeth, I hear a knock on the door again, then it opened.

"Ready?" Stella asked with a weak smile. I nodded and followed her out. I can't imagine how much it must suck to work here. She was really nice, though, and I couldn't argue with that. She looked to be in her early twenties. She's got long, dark hair about to her waist which she sometimes wears in a ponytail and sometimes in a bun. I love it when she wears it down, though, it looks so soft when it's down.

Finally we are at the end of the hallway, and two double doors. She opens them and I walk in after her. "Here we are, Tweek. I'm going to go get Darren now. You go on ahead in and eat with your friends."

The cafeteria is monitored as well, by two older women. One looks like she's fifty-something, the other in her thirties. They have been watching the cafeteria for as long as I could remember. One was named Maryanne and the other one, well, I couldn't remember her name. She was kind of weird, anyway. Like I'm one to talk, right?

I go through the breakfast line and get the usual at first; a plain biscuit, an orange juice, and an apple. Then I notice that the waffles are on a tin plate. If I break off a little peice of it, it'll be a good, sharp edge.. Without another thought, I pick up a waffle as well. I sat down at a table next to some other teenagers. The ages range from Cara, who is fourteen and an anorexic, to Mark, who will be eighteen in a month and is a 'druggie' as the others called him. I just turned seventeen last week.

I sat next to Melinda and across from David. David is a cutter, like me, and is sixteen, I think. Melinda refused to tell me why she was here, but I think she's a druggie.

"Hey, Tweek, didja see the waffle plates? Bet they could cut pretty good.." He says quietly, so Maryanne can't hear him, who is standing at the opposite end of our table.

"Uh huh," I say, nodding. I kept eating.

"Ugh, that Cara can be such a bitch.. I bet I could kick her ass." She mumbled with a laugh.

"What happened this time, Mel?" David perks up. Melinda flips her black hair over her shoulder.

"This morning I told her she needed to put on weight, then she was just like 'Yeah, well you're just a stupid pot-smoking whore'. Can you believe it? That was the best she could come up with. Then I was like, 'You're a stupid bitch,' and then April heard and said we didn't get any free time today. It's all Cara's fault." She kept going on, but I tuned her out and stopped paying attention. April was another 'nurse' here. She was kind of mean, but I didn't see her much because she usually monitored the girls' rooms.

When we are dismissed to get rid of our lunches and go back to our rooms, I be sure that I break off a peice of the tin plate. It seemed odd, because tin was considered a 'sharp', and we couldn't have sharps. Especially cutters. I looked around me, then slipped the peice of metal in my pocket. I smiled in satisfaction, following everyone else out of the cafeteria as normal.

When I get back to my room, I look up at the whiteboard and read:

'Tweek - 12:00 PM, Group discussion in lobby. 1:30 PM, report to library for session with Laura. 2:30 PM, Lunch. 3:30 PM. Free period in library, and get any schoolwork from main lobby when excused.'

I sighed and sat down on my bed. The clock read 11:03 AM.

Darren was making his bed. I saw Stella walking down the hallway. This place is so boring, I want out. But I've been wanting out of here for almost four months now, and I feel like a caged animal.

Hello, how are you? My name is Tweek Tweak. I am one of the assorted psychos at the Ocean View Loony Bin. Except there is no ocean view, and it is not a loony bin. It is a 'Juvenile Psychiatric Ward', and I do not get to have any sharps.

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A/N: This isn't gonna be too long, maybe 4 or 5 chapters as of now.. It's just gonna be Tweek telling about how he got into Ocean View, and about his stay there. Review or flame or criticize or whatever you want to call it. Thanks so much to all who took time to read!