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Chapter 1: Once in a while I purchase a smile.
I stood in the secret garden, where I always went to pay a visit to. It was like a dream, my personal Alice in Wonderland. My dream. The gate filled in vines, and trees evrywhere, coating me to shade, the flowers peeking through, and the sweet little stories I would tell myself in the garden.
It was dark inside of the garden. I had to stay in the dark. I couldn't go out to see the sun, I pretended. I was like the girl in our house with the dark clothing.
I saw weird and strange creatures in the garden. It came towards me. It's a caricature, but real! I pretended to be like the boy who stares a lot in our house.
I'm so happy-what is that? It's so pretty! Oh! Look at that! I want it! Give it! No, no no! Oh, I'm tired...I pretended to be the girl with the weird behaviors in my house.
If you wonder, yes, there are more, but they're not what you think they are.
No. We're intelligent.
Insanity borders Genius. So here we are, labeled. I hate labels.
Well I think that society cannot connect with them and they feel isolated. This might escalate mental illness. I personally don't think "insane" is appropriate to say or the other term, as this is a form of suffering, and just because one cannot see it, or understand it, it does not mean they are defective or any les defunct as a person.
Higher intelligence, can often lead to burnout also. Hence "breakdowns", another derogatory term...
However, I am not insane and I believe I just prooved it.
Just because I'm exceeding in intelligence, does not mean that I am insane! They're all wrong and have wrong preceiption.
They're all easy targets here. Just oh so easy to tell apart.
Sleeping Beauty syndrome.
Phobia syndrom of some sort.
Allergic to the sun.
Alice in Wonderland Syndrome.
Insane personality.
There were more. But too many to name, these were just the ones they recantly adopted. Including I, the apparently-insane- one.
So what if I am a little bit crazy?
For such a long time I've been homeschooled, but now, I am sent to public school with all of those...those-
COMMUNISTS!
Disgusting crawlers, like rats. Filthy! Un-healthy people. Cheaters, liars, cheap, the true crazy ones.
"Do you know why you are here?" he asked.
"I am always here." I reply to him.
He stays calm, not like last time, when I was the only one who managed to make him start screaming and breaking a glass.
By the way, the scar of the shard was still on my hand.
"You have nerves."
"Of course, or else I couldn't be talking to you, if I had no nerves, that means no brain cells, which would mean, I wouldn't be here in the first place." I tell him, crossing my legs.
"Please dont do this today." He groaned.
"Why did you choose this job?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. Letting my reading glasses tip to my nose.
"I was forced. I needed the money."
"And you couldn't think of anything better than a mental place, for the supposed insane?" I smirk.
He fidgets with his hands for a while, "Well, it was easy kill for me because my brother-hey! I'm the one who should be asking you questions! Stop your little mind game stuff!" He complains at me.
I roll my blue/purple eyes, weird combination, I know! "Anyways, what do you want to know? Find out about the dephts of my life? Too bad, it's simple that I'm not insane, why can't anyone realize that?" I grumble.
"Because you're a psychopath."
"I am not!" I exclaim at his stupid figure.
His stupid spiky brown hair.
His stupid cerulean blue eyes.
His stupid cute grin.
His stupid comments about me!
"It's stated right here. You have problems communicating at home with others of your crazy kind, because you have social issues and you're some sort of weirdo person who gets her kicks off of making others cry."
"I don't get kicks making others cry!" I complain. "Who told you those lies?!" I screach getting up.
"I advise you to sit back down." He says raising one hand down to my knee.
I look down at his hand on my knee,"Are you some kind of pervert?" I ask, disgusted with him.
He released his hand. "I was trying to get you to calm down."
"By thinking I was some easy girl who would fall for your crap?! You've known me the longest! You should know that I don't do things like that!" I sneer at him.
"You're some case, you are." He mutters.
"What did you say?" I hiss and slap all of his papers to the floor in a disorted mess.
"What the hell?!" Sora screamed trying to put the papers back in order. "Are you nuts?!"
I smirk down at him, "According to those papers I am. But don't listen to me, I'm crazy, remember? I'm mentally unstable!" I laugh and get up. Walking away from him as people stare after me.
I was known as the -uncurable- as in, everyone thought I was mentally crazy or something. So they try to drag me to all of these 'professionals' to help me. But I just ended up being kicked out by every single one of them. So eventually, I ended up here. Adopted into a family of even crazier people.
I didn't belong there.
"Can you help me? Miss, I'm lost." A boy asked me, coming up to me.
I look him over. Some player trying to get with me? Excuse me, but I don't do this. "There's a map somewhere around this town, I bet you can get your way around here." I smile bitterly. "I mean, how hard is it t come around in Twilight town? It's no challenge." I say bluntly and walk away in the schools uniform to get home.
Once I was home in the old haunted mansion, yes, they called it the haunted mansion I reached my room.
It was already 7pm at night, but you must understand that my 'school' schedule changes every week. Basing on how much 'help' I need, I go to the mental place to talk to Sora, more like, argue. However, other days when I don't need to go there, I am usually home schooled.
When I go to the mental place, it's basically a Public school. A very large public school, but if you understand, there's a part of it that is the mental portion where I go to. I don't go to school with the 'normal' kids. But Sora does, he's a senior in highschool while, if measuring, I would probably be a sophmore or junior in that school.
"Oh, Namine, you're awake! Are you hungry at all?" I ask the silent girl.
She has a syndrome, fo course, that's why she is here. Her syndrom is the Sleeping Beauty syndrome, it's when a girl falls asleep and doesn't wake up for several episodes but sleeps for days. Hers is pretty mild. The longest she slept for was 2 days straight without even twitching.
She only gets up to rarely eat, and then of course, she always finger paints or draws with crayons when she's awake, but she would eventually fall back to sleep at any moment. She could just pass out. That's why we have another girl look over her.
Her name was Xion. She also has a syndrome, she can't go into the sun at all. Sort of like a vampire, where she is allergic to the sun. She has a limited time in the sun, and she always wears such dark clothes. So you could say that she is Namine's only friend in this place. Since she is rarely outside, she watches Namine to make sure she didn't pass out in a bucket of paint or something.
Then there's another pair of kids. The one who always sets things on fire...his name is Axel and my cat was set into flames because he wanted to extinguish one of its 'lifes'. Then there's Roxas who is actually reallly crazy and sees very odd things, scizorphrenic, and he has to take his meds always, no doubt to that.
So where do I actually fit in? Exactly, no where! Except to be the one who is the most normal of them all, including Xion because she occasionaly claims to see things. Yes, this is no normal family.
"Kairi, you're finally home!" The kind people who invited us, more like, took custody forcefully against me smiled at me. Her name was Aerith and she was actually a gentle soul. I don't know why she had decided to go ahead and adopt weirdo kids into her family, with her husband Cloud.
"Yes, the only normal person is home!" I announced loudly for all to hear.
"So how was your little chat with Sora today?" She asked me, ignoring my announcement.
I cleared my throat."It was good, he didn't send me to the hospital for stitches in my hand this time for breaking a glass and letting the shards un-controlably fly to my hand, which I believed he did on purpse!" I say in one breath sarcasticly.
"Aw, hon, he didn't do that on purpose!" She argued. "It was instinct."
"Instinct my ass." I mumbled up the stairs.
"No language like that, miss!" Aerith called after me who decided to drown herself in electircal water today.
That is how I died. Just kidding, although, the idea was intriguing...
Anyways, lets talk more about the people in this house.
Definition for all of the things in my life involving the people in this house+Sora
Equals.
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