Hello readers! ^_^

Welcome to my newest story; I do hope you all enjoy, favourite and/or review!

This story uses my old OC from I'll Protect You – check it out if you really want to – but she's a bit differen't in this.

Originally this was going to be about Rebecca from the roommate and Tate, but my friend

XxTateLangdonxX steered me away from that idea!

So now it's about Tate and my/hers OC, Amy Dandy. We mostly used her because we didn't want to think up a new OC LOL!
Yes this story is owned by both me and her, a bit like a collab C:

And also, if I don't say this she'll kill me, she made up a lot of ideas in this chapter so I thank her very much for that and for telling me what an asylum is like!

Anywhore to the story now!

23RD April 9:20 am 1994,

Tate Langdon was a normal seventeen year old boy. He had it all – good looks, charm and a promising future.

Tate Langdon is not a normal seventeen year old boy, well, at least not anymore. Sure he still has his good looks and charm…but a promising future? Well after what he's about to do that's going down the drain along with his sanity.

One hand is clutching a red container that is filled with gasoline, the other a box of matches. His mind's focussed on one thing – killing Lawrence his mother's boyfriend.

Why? Because they told him to. The voices told him to.

He opens the door to Larry's office, his face completely emotionless. He's high on cocaine; but that was to try and subside these voices…

He stares at Larry long and hard not saying anything as he types away.

Lawrence jumps a little when he realizes Tate is beside him watching him with a hint of craziness gleaming in his dark eyes.

He smiles uncomfortably not noticing the gasoline he's clutching "Tate what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at school?"

Tate keeps his eyes glued on Larry as he replies "I'm going right after."

Larry smiles a little, not fully understand him "After what?"

Tate just continues to stare. Larry turns away again, returning to his work.

He didn't have time for the step son that hated him; he had work to finish.

"After this," Tate said before swilling Larry with the gasoline he had. Larry got up immediately.

He had a pretty good idea what Tate had just thrown at him. Was this some kind of joke?

He didn't have time to ask; Tate was already lighting a match up.

Larry put out his hand, trying to beg him not to but he can't. Tate's too quick.

Before he knew it, he was going up in flames. Burning; badly.

A smile tugs at Tate's lips but he simply turns away and walks out of the office, leaving behind all the screaming people that were watching Larry light up like a firework.

He could hear one lady on the phone to 911…he didn't know if he'd get away in time but the voices were urging him on…urging him to do the final thing.

Once he was back outside he got into his black car.

The guns that were on the back seat rattled around as he drove off like a mad man, swerving to avoid hitting a woman with a pushchair.

He didn't get fair; the police were only a block away and had gotten here quickly to stop him.

He was surrounded – he wasn't going anywhere now.

9:45 St John's Asylum,

Amy Dandy, a patient who had been there for just over a month, was sat twiddling her thumbs on one of the wooden chairs.

Her friend Alex, or better known as Twitchy because of the way his Tourette's made him twitch, turned to her with one of his goofy smiles showing his messed up teeth

"Hey bitch! Get over here I wanna play some chess!"

Amy sticks her fingers up at him "I'm not in the mood today, Twitch'!"

Twitchy jumped up and pointed to his crotch with a quick jerk of his head "Oh I get it! You on yo' period!" He laughed and looked around at everyone else who gave him a glare.

"Oooh, I guess you all on yo' periods." He muttered and sat down. Amy laughed at him.

Twitchy was the one person, who lightened up this place; who turned her grey days into sunny ones. Ever since she'd been here all he'd done was make her laugh. He was like her little brother in a way, she was 16 he was 14, they had a love hate relationship. He had been brought in here at the age of 13, after he set a fire in his orphanage and told everyone he was going to kill them. Amy didn't see why he belonged in here; that could have been his ADHD that had kicked in and made him act strange.

He was a skinny boy with tussled brown hair and big nerdy jam jar glasses. Amy loved him though, in the way you love a family member. Though when she was alone she would always get depressed again and wish she was back home.

"Alright Twitch', one game! And no cheating this time either!" She said with a smile as she got up.

Twitchy grinned at her as she walked over. She took a seat and glanced at him.

"Bitch, you wish you could win me at this – I have the skills!"

Amy just rolled her eyes at him and they began to play. It was always so quiet around here so it wasn't hard to concentrate.

Just a few minutes into their game however the door was thrown open and a boy screaming was heard. Everyone stared as a blond haired boy was dragged in by two doctors.

"Let go off me! I didn't do anything you motherfuckers!" He screamed.

Twitchy tutted "That's what they all say you nut case!"

"Twitch." Amy said in a warning type of voice, but she was holding back the urge to smirk.

Everyone watched as he was pulled into another room with a small window which they could all see through.

Everyone returned to what they were doing, like it was the most normal thing ever. They were all used to this kind of thing.

Twitchy however kept staring at him with his eye brows raised. The two doctors left for a few minutes leaving the boy alone by himself.

He was still screaming madly but when he saw Twitchy staring at him he stopped for a few seconds.

Twitchy raised his chin slightly and stuck his middle finger up at him. Amy laughed

"Stop it Twitchy."

He put his fingers in front of her face and smiled "Fine I'll do it to you."

Amy growled at him and grabbed his fingers, bending them back slightly "Do that again and I'll tear your fucking fingers off!"

Twitchy smirked and stuck his other finger up at her.

"Alright that's it you little shit!" She yelled before swinging her fist at him. He laughed and jumped backward, twitching like mad as he did.

A nurse rushed out quickly "Right that's enough!" She yelled, grabbing Amy to try and restrain her.

She kicked the chess table over, making it hit Twitchy.

"Take her back to her room!" The other nurse yelled.

Amy was dragged back to her room, where she locked inside for two hours.

After two hours, she was brought back out by a nurse who led her to their group session. All the other patients were sitting in their seats, waiting for their therapist.

Amy glanced over at the new boy who was staring at her, his dark eyes meeting with hers. His greasy blonde hair fell in front of his eyes and he had his arms crossed over his chest. He had a pair of the asylums white pyjamas on; he didn't have his own clothes yet. He seemed to have calmed down now.

Amy smiled at him trying to be friendly as she took a seat. He just nodded at her in reply.

"Alright let's start-" The blonde haired therapist started but was cut off by Amy

"Wow, hold up…where's Alex?" She asked

"Hellooooo bitches!" Twitchy yelled as he walked in.

The therapist rolled her eyes "Take a seat, Alex."

"Alrighty." He said with a huge smile. He stared at Amy

"Bitch, you're in my seat!"

Amy shrugged "So?"

"So mooove over!" He yelled and pushed her. She flipped him off

"Fuck off Twitch' sit somewhere else!"
"no!"

Amy sighed. You could never win with Twitchy. She moved over to the seat beside him.

Everyone else was silent.

"Alright, everyone this is Tate. He's new here," The therapist said with a smile as she pointed to Tate. No one said anything.

"Okay…well, since he's new here he doesn't know anything about you guys so we'll go around in a circle. I want you to tell Tate your name and why you're inside."

She pointed at a popular looking boy who's name was Matt.

"I'm Matt Douglas and I'm here cause I fucked my sister to prove I wasn't a fag." He said simply

"You are one fucked up man." Twitchy said

"What did you say?" Matt said threateningly.

"Uh moving on…" the thearapist said "Julie why don't you tell us about you."

Julie was the emo looking girl "I'm Julie and fuck you."

Twitchy made his fingers into a cross "Everyone run! The bitch is a vampire."

Julie glared at him.

Tate knew that this kid was the annoying one here.

"Lola why don't you tell us about you?" The therapist said with a smile as she turned her attention to the rich looking girl.

"I don't belong here; I only said I heard voices! I'll be out of here soon!"

"Bitch, we all belong here. So shut yo' mouth, and open yo' legs!" Twitchy said, using his hands as an example.

Lola looked away in disgust.

The therapist looked at Amy "How about you tell us your story?"

Amy shuffled in her seat "My name is Amy Dandy. I moved here last year; I had no friends, no nothing. Life was pretty shitty and it just got worse when I got sent to a new school. I was bullied a lot…" she could feel the tears stinging her eyes as she remembered all the cruel words everyone had said to her "so a month ago, I got a razer and I cut myself. I cut myself deep…I wanted to die. I was and still am depressed. I passed out then…"

Twitchy and everyone else was staring at her "Oh she's crying!" Twitchy said, putting an arm around her "Get the bitch some ice cream!"

The therapist rolled her eyes as she turned back to Tate "It'll be alright Amy…its all in the past. Tate tell us your story."

Tate began to tell them, in a not so bothered way. He and Amy stared at each other all the way through his explanation.

"Fuck! Me and this kid are the same crazy bitches! We both set something on fi-yaaa!"

The therapist ignored him "Be quiet! Tate that was…interesting. Billy please tell us about you."

Tate wasn't listening anymore…he was staring at Twitchy and Amy.

Twitchy was watching Billy as he spoke. Suddenly he twitched and made a funny noise.

Tate smirked and laughed quietly. Amy looked over to him

Twitchy didn't realize until he twitched again and Tate started laughing louder. Amy laughed with him, hiding her face as she did.

Twitchy turned to Tate "What the fuck you laughing at bitch?"

"You…you're pulling funny faces and doing stupid stuff…"

"That aint no funny face! I have a medical condition you dick!"

Amy laughed even louder along with Tate.

"Oh you think it's funny too, do you?"

Amy shook her head "Calm down Twitch!"

Tate tried to stop laughing but he just couldn't…Twitchy kept making stupid faces and doing funny twitches.

"You shit!" He yelled and jumped at Tate

"Alex!" The therapist yelled.

All hell was going to break lose with this new kid around, Amy could tell.

What did you think? Please review. C;

Twitchy is supposed to be a funny character, Amy does his voice so well she's going to put a voice recording on Tumblr. LOL xD