Crazy? I was crazy once.

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Lost in my head. Wandering in the soup of thoughts that never stop. Arms shaking violently; bloody hands pounding on the wall. Steel colored eyes roll in their sockets. Sleep? I used to sleep once.

Bars hold me in. Walls hold me in. They hold me in. They look like angels, but they sting me with sharp things that make me feel weird. I don't know what they call it. Medican? Med…i…cine! Medicine! That is what the ones who wear white call it.

Its cold here. Its cold here in this world. My colorless eyes peer out of the bars to where the others are. The other fallen. They reside here, in this dark, cold place. Wouldn't that be called hell?

No. Hell is warm. Here I only feel cold. My hands shake still. They are covered in blood, still. My blood? Your blood? We all bleed the same, what difference does it make. Its so cold.

Heat. I feel heat. Where is that heat coming from? Its burning me….burning me alive! Its coming from inside of me, roasting every organ in my body. Thrash, break whatever is near. Screaming coming from somewhere. Loud, savage, animal screams. My throat aches, burns. Oh, that is me screaming. And me breaking. Hands pound on the cold wall and shaking hands bruise and bloody more. Screaming, fighting, bleeding, burning. Those angels that hurt me, they do it again. They stab me with their skinny knives, and I feel the heat leave me.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

The cold reclaims me. But I can't sleep. Never, ever can I sleep. Those angels might kill me if I try to sleep. My arms are wrapped up in white, tied to each other, and I lay on my bed. The cold, the cold, the cold. Mumbling as I wade through my head once more.

"The cold, the cold, the cold…."

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Screaming. How delightful.

Peek out from the bars that they have placed me behind once more.

A girl? Sigh. How boring. But…..

Blood! And rage in those blank eyes. Oo hoo hoo. How lovely.

Doctors scrambling, I don't like that, not one bit.

Sedation.

Now all she does is mumble. The cold. Ah ha ha he ho ha ha. I think I'd much prefer the fire previously leaping out of her eyes. He ha ha. Yes, the fire is much better…

Not so boring as she first appeared… not so dull. Ha ha hahahah.

So yes. That is the first chapter. I may update, I suppose it just depends if anyone reads and reviews. If not, then I probably won't. If yes, then I probably will. Feedback is greatly appreciated.