Hello! This is my first fanfic! This from the book which implied Dale Harding's homosexuality and, possibly, an infatuation with McMurphy.
So naturally I made a fanfiction. I really hope you enjoy this :)
I do not own any of the characters! Everything in regards to this book belong to Ken Kesey!

It's been years and now I decide to write it all down.

I used to be in a mental institution. I hid from the world and all the hatred I felt within it. I was safe but in exchange for that sanctuary, I had to remain caged like an animal. Thinking that at least behind bars nothing could reach me.

I miss it and my acutes that I haven't spoken to in years.

So why did I leave dear reader?

I fell in love. I never thought it would happen to me. I know it's a cliché but how could you blame me when I am a gay man in a world that will never see me past my "queer tendencies"?

His name was Mac or, in a more formal way, Randall Patrick McMurphy. I admit to thinking it was a mere infatuation long past the moment when my heart had dove headfirst into it.

So here is our story. It's not happy, perhaps not even bittersweet for even now I cannot accept that he's gone. Clearly he's not here but he remains in my mind. Trapped and caged from the outsiders.

This is in his memory.

Sorry for the brevity! More will come but this came out of me after seeing a show I had to get it out. There will be more updates sooner than later :)