Warning to the mildly sane (this does not apply to the general population who reads these stories): The following was inspired by shear boredom during Geometry class. It is the beginning of a series that can be applied to various anime (all five G boys can be committed for very good reasons). Now on to the lunacy!
Postcards From the Brink of Sanity
Digimon: Ken Ichijouji
Tuesday 2-18 Day 1
Why am I on a psycho ward? Mom, Dad, get me outta here!!! I am nothing like these nut jobs!
There's a guy here, Tetsuo, who keeps putting metal in his hair to block out the alien mind control frequency….yeah. He's right next door to me and at night I hear him talking to 'them' via a coke can that's really a radio. I wonder what color the sky is in his world.
The lady down the hall thinks she's Ariel from the Little Mermaid and has nearly drowned herself twice since I've been here. Doesn't say much for her or the quality of the staff that's supposed to supervise us either.
Okay, so I tried to kill myself, who hasn't at least thought about it? Yes I attempted to fling myself out of my bedroom window…and into rush hour traffic…and slit my wrists…………………never mind. 'Least they haven't tried to put me in a straight jacket ^_^.
Your Genius But Insane Son,
Ken
Tuesday 3-4 Day 14
I've begun to notice something. Every Tuesday, Friday and Sunday the lights dim every few hours. I don't understand the concept of electroshock therapy, why shoot a current through the brain of someone already missing a few billion brain cells? Must be one hell of an electric bill.
Yesterday, a man came to inspect the facility. He was German or something and acted as if he had a board up his ass. He yelled at the staff, mostly Yokoia. Remember her, the mousy girl who gives me my "medication"? She got all nervous from the yelling she mixed up some medications…I didn't swallow mine that night.
Testuo made a helmet to shield his head. It's a caulder will foil in all the little holes…o_O. Whatever floats yer boat.
Thursday 3-7 Day 16
Occasionally I get stuck talking to those just visiting our fine establishment. By that I mean the employees. I dunno if I've got one of those faces or it's because since I'm a certified psycho no one would believe anyways but they tell be all of their business. Prime example:
Miridia, this nurse that got fired a while ago, explained to me (who's 12th birthday isn't that far off) the bizarre occurrences that go on in her bedroom I strongly desire to delete from memory. One instance that I am ashamed to remember involved a rubber ducky, handcuffs and pop tarts. O_o? Even my 175 IQ fails to make a connection.
I talked to my psychiatrist for the first time. He apologized for the delay- understatement of the millennia. "We wanted to provide with a look at your possible residence for the next 4-10 months."- running that statement through a bullshit filter reveals quite another modus operandi- "I wanted to disturb you to the point of admitting to JKF's assassination just to get out of here."
We talked in phony chummy way about school, my friends (Daisuke and Co.), home, etc. I tried to be ass honest as possible, omitting the parts involving my being sucked into my computer and landing in the digital world.
I've reached 2 possible reasons for why I'm still alive: either I'm not meant to die yet or I just didn't try hard enough. Ah well.
TBC (Beware!)
Whatcha think? Please tell me.