Hello. Your name is JOHN EGBERT. You are in an INSANE ASYLUM. This is also referred to as ALICE SPRINGS since they don't want to make it seem like you are CRAZY. Of course, this doesn't change anything. You ARE crazy and NOTHING will change that. You have been here for almost THREE YEARS. Today will mark your SIXTEENTH birthday. As usual you got NO LETTER from your estranged FATHER, who stuck you in here after your third SUICIDE ATTEMPT. Yes, your THIRD. You were HOPING third time's the CHARM, but unfortunately for you it FAILED. You had only been knocked out for about THREE MINUTES before your father came in and found you. You are a MISERABLE excuse for a LIFE. Of course, the DOCTORS here would NEVER tell you that now would they?

Your name is JOHN EGBERT, and you HATE YOURSELF.

"Hey John!" You turn from your seat at the window, looking now at the woman standing in your doorway. She was smiling pleasantly at you, the same fake smile that everyone here had. "John, Dr. Lalonde would like to speak with you now," She explained and you sigh, moving away from the window and sliding into your shoes, following the cheery woman into the hall, letting her lead you despite knowing where Lalonde's office was. You'd been there enough times. Going through the halls, you glanced around, watching some of the other patients around you.

Karkat Vantas, in here for his temper. Word was last time he snapped, he had very well almost killed his girlfriend. You didn't bother him, he didn't bother you. Simple as that.

Gamzee Makara, only 15 and yet he had one of the worst cases of addiction. He had only been here three days, but that also meant he was without his pot, which seemed to calm him down from his regular anger that was shown now. He just walked around, shifting from whispering his words to shouting them.

Sollux Captor, split personalities. One's okay, easy to hang with. The other is really, really scary. You haven't had to deal with it, but it seems that he's almost killed someone at one point or another. That makes you a little nervous to be around him in the very least.

Tavros Nitram. You don't know why they would force him in here, but it seems that he, too, almost killed someone. He blames it on someone inside him, calling them 'Rufio'. You half believe him, since he just doesn't seem like the kind to intentionally hurt someone. He also talked to people that weren't there, and claimed he could talk to animals.

And finally, out of the people in the hallway this early, you saw your roommate, Dave Strider. He hadn't given you a clue as to why he was here or why he always wore those sunglasses. Or, even why he refused to wear anything other than turtle necks. He never spoke, opting instead for a white board and marker. You guessed he was mute, but when you asked him last time he had thrown the marker at you. You haven't asked since.

You were so distracted in your thoughts that you didn't notice that you had gotten to Doctor Lalonde's office yet. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, walking into the office and sitting down.

Rose Lalonde, the head doctor of this ward, was looking at you. She wasn't smiling that fake smile like the assistant had, no. Instead she was fixing you with a hard stare. You smiled innocently back at her.

"John, I would like to inform you that your short-term stay here must be changed to a long one." Your smile faltered.

"What? What do you mean?" You ask, staring hard at her. She looked saddened, sighing softly and sitting back into her chair.

"John, I hate to tell you this, but...Your father is dead." Okay, you were NOT expecting that. You find yourself choking up, looking at her through tears now. You didn't have any other family. You were only sixteen. You would have to stay now for two more years, at the very least. And even then they might not deem you fit to leave, which was a bit probability. Your hands start shaking, a sure giveaway that you're going to end up fainting.

"How...?" You fight for the words, trying to keep your voice even. You fail, though, and the tremors are highly noticeable.

"He was out with someone, and...Well, they were stabbed. We aren't too sure of anything else at the moment, but we'll be finding out more soon, hopefully, and we will inform you when we do." You barely nod, feeling like you're about to puke.

"O...okay..." You can't handle this. Your shoulders are shaking now, tears are falling down your face. You can hardly breathe anyways, and the floor is looking really inviting. You feel as if you were just stabbed in the chest.

"John, are you okay? John? John!" You can't reply to her. Your tongue feels thick, and you're now falling towards the ground. You don't try to stop the fall. Instead, the pain is welcomed. You close your eyes, letting the blackness swell over you. At least you can't feel the hurt now.

A/N:: Hello you guys! I've been planning this out for a while now, and I've decided that each chapter's gonna be a different character's POV. I haven't decided for sure who to write next, so any suggestions?

Also, might I add, the only reason why John didn't see any girls on his way to Rose is because the boys and girls are split into two separate halls. :3 R and R please! Flames are welcomed! :D

~honkhonkiwillbonk