Hey, guys! I been getting piles and piles of homework lately, and I haven't had much time to write. If you didn't see my previous author's note, I said that I'll be updating pretty much every day on the weekends and a little bit on the weekdays.

(Yes, I know that I'm actually updating Thursday, rather than Friday. I just couldn't keep the ideas held in. I don't know whether to tell you to expect an update for tomorrow. I have to get blood drawn, so I may not update tomorrow. I plan on at least writing half of it tomorrow.)

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...Your face is like a melody, it won't leave my head.
Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine.
But I wish I was dead.

Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise.
No one compares to you.
I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side...

Dark Paradise-Lana Del Rey

"Hello, I'm Ms. DeSorrento, your therapist. I take that you're Ever?" My therapist said, her voice sickly sweet.

God, could she be anymore fake? Grace sat next to me on the couch, scowling deeply. Who is she to try and get rid of me?

I didn't reply, considering that most of the time I actually do wish that Grace was gone. Corey, too.

Ms. DeSorrento had pulled me out of one of the groups -I fell asleep again- to meet me.

When she pulled me out, I saw that pout on Beyond's face again. "It won't be long. You'll be getting pulled out, too." I had whispered in his ear. He was getting a strange fascination with me. For example, he kept looking at everything I ate for breakfast.

I was supposed to meet with Ms. DeSorrento once every week. I could hear Grace's groan at the idea.

"So, you're schizophrenic?"

"..."

"...What are your symptoms of your illness? Do you hear voices, hallucinations...?"

I refused to answer. There was basically no point in trying. I'll be here for ten years, and even then, there isn't a guarantee that I'll get out. Grace and Corey won't leave, so why should I even attempt to kill them off.

Grace fist-pumped beside me.

I wondered if she understood that I actually wanted her to go away. She probably doesn't understand why I'm not attempting to get better, too.

"You will have to speak to me someday. You don't speak to any of the therapists, staff, and not many of the other patients."

If all of the other patients were insane, then how could I interact with them?

You're being a bit judgmental. Corey piped in.

Hey, Corey. I haven't seen you in a while.

I've just been...observing.

I mentally sighed. What did he get into this time?

I moved my attention back to Ms. DeSorrento.

She had a strange glint in her eyes. "But, on the other hand, you do talk to your roommate." I looked at her questioningly. What is she suggesting? "His name's Beyond, if I'm correct. You seem very close."

Is she suggesting that?... My mind froze. "We are not in any type of exclusive relationship, if that's what you're suggesting."

She raised her eyebrows. Obviously, she didn't believe me.

Fuck you. Grace and I thought at the same time.

I can't stop what I love to do.

Baby, I'm a sociopath, sweet serial killer.
On the warpath, 'cause I love you just a little too much...
I left a love note, said, you know, I love the thrill of the rush.

Beyond stood against the wall, the florescent lights on the ceiling flickering.

He laughed, remembering the fun that he had last night. It wasn't much, just threatening some bipolar guy who made fun of him. If he remembered correctly, his name was Ferris.

Beyond embraced the rush of adrenaline that went through him when he held the knife to Ferris's throat. His time was almost up, so it didn't matter if he killed him or not. He just didn't want to be suspected and put in prison.

Beyond slammed the man against the wall, placing his forearm against Ferris's throat.

Ferris laughed, trying to push Beyond's arm away.

Beyond glared. "Do you think I'm funny?" He pressed harder against his throat.

Ferris's grin changed into a panicked expression, his face turning a cherry red.

Beyond smiled sadistically, pulling out his knife. He grinned. "Are you scared?"

Ferris nodded, whimpering.

He lightly drew it across Ferris's neck, leaving red indentations.

Ferris tried to scream, kick, bite, anything, but Beyond's strength overpowered his.

"Your time isn't up yet." He stuffed the knife back into his pocket, grinning gleefully.

He removed his arm, leaving Ferris gasping for breath. "I'm...telling...a nurse." He rasped, barely making the sounds come out.

Beyond pinned him again, this time letting him breathe. "I don't think so. Not unless you want to die early." Not exactly 'early', since he was dying in four days, but he didn't know that.

He grinned. "Next time, you should think twice before making fun of me. See you soon." Beyond dissapeared , causing Ferris to look around him cautiously.

Beyond laughed, leaning against a wall. "Now, that was fun."

He sighed contently. "Fun, fun, fun."

He felt a tap on his shoulder. He immediately tensed up, turning and raising an eyebrow at the man who stood behind him.

"May I ask, what exactly was 'fun'?"

Beyond didn't answer.

"I know that you are Beyond Birthday. I'm Dr. Loris, your therapist. I'm going to take you back to my office for our session."

He didn't answer as Dr. Loris led him to his office.

He got straight to the point. "I know that you're a serial killer."

Beyond scoffed. "Really? You just figured that out?"

Dr. Loris took a deep breath, sighing deeply.

"Why? Why did you kill those people? What was the motive behind it?"

Beyond laughed. "I thought that I was in an asylum, not a interrogation."

He didn't answer, he just shook his head, muttering to himself.

Beyond smiled. He must have really pissed him off.

"Go."

Beyond grinned, prepared to go back and see Ever.

He walked out of the room and down the hall to the rooms.

Ever's POV:

I lay in the bed with Beyond's arms wrapped around me.

I wanted to shove him away badly, but I could just imagine his reaction.

He seems to have grown a strange liking to me, and it scares me.

He's a serial killer, for God's sake!

What scares me even more, is that... I kind of like him being like this around me.

Why in the world would I want to snuggle and hug and kiss a serial killer?

I sighed, letting the frustration roll off of me in waves.

It's my first day back, and I already can't wait until it's over- if it will ever be.

I closed my eyes.

I had one final thought before I fell into a restless sleep.

Corey, Grace, get me out of here. Please.