An hour later after the confession circle, Rocky found himself back in his room, laying on the bed, staring the ceiling. Since the confession, some of the patients gave Rocky a wary glance, anxious, while most looked at him, almost bored, as if to say 'Welcome to the Club'.

That reaction made Rocky scowl.

Rocky wasn't insane, at least, he thought so. Just because he couldn't remember a few details doesn't mean he was like all the other psychos, who may or may not remember why they were locked up as they are now, away from society. Rocky didn't kill, Rocky never attacks anyone, Rocky doesn't hold grudges or make bad wishes on someone just because they made him mad. No, the way Rocky sees it, he's been set up; someone out there didn't like him, so they pretended to be him, and made him out to be a killer when he wasn't. Rocky had no business in that apartment, he didn't live there, so why would Rocky go there? And then burn the apartment down? He didn't know anyone in that apartment.

Rocky sighed.

"Still twying to justify youw weasons of being hewe, awe you?" A voice said, causing Rocky to jump straight up from his bed, and stared eye-wide at his intruder, which was the patient Zuma. He smirked. "I see madness hasn't completely taken ovew."

"Shut up," Rocky grumbled, giving Zuma a small glare before getting off the bed. "I hate this place."

"Likewise. Doc's twying to be all 'buddy-buddy' when weally, most of us just wants to kill each other," Zuma grinned up at him, emerald green eyes twinkling amusingly. Rocky tried to pretend his heart wasn't skipping a beat. "Which side awe you on, I wonder..."

"I am not insane. It's all a misunderstanding-"

"What, you think someone dwessed up as you and went on a killing spwee, staining youw name?"

Rocky looked at Zuma in shock. The grin on the boy's face widen.

"You'we not the fiwst pewson to come up with that idea. Won't be the last, eithew. But buddy, I gotta say; thewe's no one on Eawth that looks like you." Zuma said, and Rocky eyes narrowed at him.

"And why is that?" He taunted, only to become apprehensive when Zuma started to walk towards him until they were inches away from each other. He watched, fascinated, as Zuma lifted his hand up and touched a string of his hair, the chocolate-skin boy watching it with admiration in his eyes as the hair fell in between his fingers. Rocky's breath hitched when Zuma laid his hand across his cheek, smiling childishly when he felt his face warm under his touch.

"They wouldn't be able to wecweate that beauty of youws." Zuma said, before moving away from Rocky. Rocky blinked as he watched Zuma's green eyes darken slightly, the care-free smile still on his face, and he couldn't help but squirm. "Well, looks like I've wasted enough time hewe. Just dwopped by to say 'hi', and to let you know I'm youw next doow neighbow. The doows acwoss fwom you awe Mawshall's and Chase's. Welcome to the Mental Ward, Wocky."

And with that, Zuma was gone, door closing behind him.

Rocky couldn't help but stare, his left hand coming up to his face and touched the place where Zuma's hand had been not too long ago. He closed his eyes and breath in deep, emotions rolling, and he felt his body tremble slightly. Just as he was about to open his eyes, his door open again, revealing Marshall and the guy Rocky now know as Chase. The white-skin boy was practically skipping his way into his room, Chase closely behind, though, looking into his amber eyes, Rocky could tell he didn't want to do this.

"Hi! I'm Marshall! It's so nice to have another friend here besides Chase! I'm not very good with people." Marshall said, grinning sheepishly. Rocky couldn't help but blink, looking at the boy, before shaking his hand.

"Rocky. I'm not very good with people either." He said, and Marshall's grin widen.

"Oh, I see! But you know, you don't have to be afraid of anyone here. Everyone here is really nice and sweet, even Jenna!" Marshall laughed, before turning around and grabbed the taller boy behind him by the arm. "This is Chase! He's been my best friend since I got here!"

Chase's cold, amber eyes turned to him and Rocky couldn't help but freeze. Something about Chase was frightening, and he was pretty sure Chase doesn't speak as much as Marshall, fact backed up by what he'd saw in the confession circle.

"Hello, Chase."

"..."

Right. The quiet type. Also known as 'I'm going to murder all your family members and then torture you the most' type.

Rocky wanted nothing to do with Chase.

"Chase doesn't really talk much, which is quite weird, since I'm the only one he talks to," Marshall said, staring up at his best friend as he cocked his head to the side. "And when he talks to me, he talks A LOT. I think he's shy."

Or, he just wants to kill everyone. That's the assumption Rocky was going to stick with.

"Right. So, Marshall, what are you doing here? You seem too nice to be locked up in here with a bunch of maniacs." Rocky asked, giving the boy a once over. Then again, he thought, remembering how he'd thought Marshall's smile was off since he'd first seen him, maybe there was more than meets the eye with this kid.

"Something bad had happened to me when I was younger," Marshall started, looking down at the ground, blue eyes slightly becoming dull. Rocky didn't miss the way Chase tensed up, amber eyes burning the gray-haired boy to the ground. "Something really bad. I'm not suppose to talk about it, but..."

"You don't have to!" Rocky quickly said, if only to get on Chase's good side. "I was just...merely curious is all."

Marshall gave him a sad smile.

"Like how I am with you? How do you kill someone...and not know that you killed them?" He asked, and Rocky felt himself tense before he could stop it. Something must've told Marshall that what he'd asked was a bad idea, because the boy looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't pry when I haven't told you my reason either..."

"You're not suppose to tell, I understand," Rocky said, before he continued. "As for me, I...I don't know. I don't live in the apartment, and I didn't know the people there. But everyone says it was me, that I killed them, that I was the reason for the fire. I think I would have known what I did if I caused it..."

"That's the thing with psychopaths, isn't it?" Marshall said, startling Rocky. "You can never remember what you've done until it's too late."