"Sterile, that was one way to describe it. Empty… yes, it was that. White padded walls deep as a glass of water. No comfort at all. I was, as always, alone…"

- SQUEE


Chapter One -Number Q32-V195, "Squee"

"File number Q32-V195, Todd Casil, a.k.a. Squee. Age 18, member of the sleep study and in rehab. He has to many phobias to name. He can barely walk down a hall calmly! Doctor, I'm not sure what to do with the boy." The secretary sighed looked up over her small glasses. The black rims ugly against her pale, freckled skin. She was tall and lanky, not much to look at. Squee stood outside in the hall holding tight to Shmee. Standard white robes draped over his extremely skinny body. He'd grown since he'd first come to the asylum. And yet, he only seemed to be in a worse mental state. His 'trauma sponge' wasn't able to hold anymore and it was growing inside. Nny heard the cries Squee made as the doll twisted things into his head. Just like Psycho-Doughboy and Mr. Fuck had done to him. Nny didn't like seeing him like this… I reminded him too much of himself. He hated that.

The doctor left the room and sighed, "Alright Squee, time to head to the sleep study." She led the boy down the hall. "So, how have you been?" the doctor asked. They only met once a week to discuss the dreams, or lack of them. The three of them, Squee, Doctor L. England, and Nny.

"Ok," Squee said followed by a yawn.

"No sleep yet?"

"About a week ago," Squee held the bear tighter hoping to take away just a little of his fear. He could make out the back of Nny's head through the glass on the door as they approached. The door opened to Nny, arms crossed, half asleep. His eyes slowly scanning the floor as he rested, his chin on his knees.

"Good morning," the doctor said cheerily. It felt like nails on a blackboard. She reminded Squee of his scary old teacher, Ms. Bitters. He shivered as he sat down next to Nny. Doctor England looked over the two, she could have sworn they were brothers. Dark hair, eyes, skin. Tall, skinny, insomniacs. "Well, Nny, how have you been doing?"

"I stuffed old dolls with lizards and gave them to the neighborhood kids." He followed with a little smile.

The doctor hid behind a large file shielding the disgust on her face. "That's interesting," she mumbled. The file dropped back down. "So boys, any dreams this week?"

Squee spoke up. "I had that dream again, where I'm falling and falling and then… Splat! Then all the monsters come…" Squee sunk into his chair hugging onto Shmee.

"Uh-huh." She scribbled on her file. "Nny?"

"I dreamed you died yesterday, I dream that a lot. But last time there were these horrible dancing burritos! They danced and sang until you died... They wore orange thongs…"

More scribbles. Nny had... interesting dreams to say the least. "That all?" She said. The sessions always were quiet short. "Any discussion you want to have about these dreams?"

…Silence…


White walls scared him, nothingness like night, only blinding. I'll be here forever, Squee thought. He been in this hell hole almost ten years. He grew up here. This was his home, his life… his grave. In the corner of the padded walls he shivered. It was cold, he wasn't particularly scared today. Not now anyway. Nny was at home, the doctors hadn't bothered him all day, and Shmee was quiet. Shmee was hardly ever quiet anymore. Always telling him to hurt the doctor who scared him, telling him to run. Telling him he was sick inside. He couldn't hold anymore, sponges fill and must be wrung out. But there was no where for the bear to alleviate the terror. No where at all… Squee sighed, looked at the window, barred and cold, and attempted to sleep.

Nny rested against the walls outside, arms folded to stop the cold as he looked at the moon. He listened. Squee was asleep, he smiled. Poor kid, he always has nightmares. Then came a voice. It was cold and chilling, the cause of fear…

"Falling! Falling! Falling! Monsters are coming, they're coming for you! You will die, Squee. There's nothing left to do now. FALL TO YOUR DEATH!"

There came a gasping for breath. "I'll never sleep…" Then the crying came.


Yeah, I hope this was ok. I worked on this a little between classes and finished it today... yeah... zzzz...zzz..zzz... I'm not to sure about the title, i might end up changing it... any sugestions?