It's raining again, the third damn day in a row and they locked me in a room, I'm not insane. I don't belong in a white room, the last white room not stained red. There is a reason this place is called last haven. I don't even know why it's called that. The wardens or as the proper terms are orderlies and psychiatrists heh dungeons and dragons. The roof in this place, a Neanderthal could do better. The room next door is flooding, water tinted pink seeps under my door, but that's all it'll do. The pounding rain makes the sound of foot steps as they fall like tears form a child with a torn knee, a torn knee, a tournament, a tourniquet, bleh, that smell again always when its wet. Heh how he begged for me not to do it, to slice him a hundred times, heh he screamed, maybe, I am insane, and in this white room stained red, but I was the only one left, so who sans this room…damn.
Okay I have the next chappie written in my note book, and still deciding weather to post it or not. .. Be fore I forget.. For the pairings, what do the numbers mean… I really wanna know.