Chess-

The bright blue haired, green eyed boy sits on the bed below mine.

He shuts his mouth and pulls out a hidden cigarette, "If you get caught, I'm not helping," I laugh.

His eyes glance up towards me, "Hmm?" He doesn't say anything, but simply hums while lighting the cigarette.

"You gonna say anything else? Oh philosophical one," I roll my eyes.

"I haven't said a word," the voice is quiet, but harsh.

"You gave me a whole rant just seconds ago."

"Did I now? I guess I just blacked out," he blows smoke into the room, "happens quite often to be honest."

This might be interesting.

Nathan-

I should have listened to Raven, I wouldn't be in this boat if I would have stayed and talked to Raven.

My house is clean.

Deep clean.

My hands are burned, cracked, bleeding.

It's not enough.

What's next? Closet? Yes.

The hangers are not properly hung up.

Even spaces, sorted by color.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

That's all the echoes through my house, inspite of the metal screeching across the bar in my closet.

Maybe I should go back on my medication.

Chess-

I stare out the barred window.

Adam keeps going in and out of these weird, and completely imperfect talks.

He goes from talkative and insulting, to quiet, reserved but harsh.

I think they'll be taking him back to wherever he came from soon.

He's about as mad as Alice.

Probably from all the drugs he's pressed into his arm.

I have a meeting with Raven today, therapy day.

Fun.

They pull me out and I stare at the ugly orange jumpsuit they force me to wear.

I sit on the chair and he sets the notebook down.

"Hello Chess, how are you?" He asks.

"Fine."

"Just fine? I thought we were over this, you can trust me," he says with a nod.

"I want out," I say to him.

Short, straight, to the point.

"Chess, you killed her."

I nod, "I know this Raven I live with that fact EVERY SINGLE DAY!" I yell.

"It's been just over 3 years, maybe if you show some form of remorse you could get out on parole with time served, maybe," he sighs.

"I'm never leaving am I?" I whisper.

He looks up at me, "Chess… I can't give you that answer… Nathan said you hurt yourself," he tries to change the subject.

"I didn't mean to," I say, "why would I intentionally hurt this perfect body?" I grin widely.

Gold eyes shine in the dim light; worry, regret, sadness.

Everything is floating in his orbs and I can't even put away the huge grin on my face. He can't know exactly what I'm feeling, I'll make him think I'm getting worse and I'll never leave here.

I can't hurt him like that again.

"I want to get you out Chess."

And that's exactly what I don't want.

He always expresses exactly what I don't want out of life. He always has.

"Please. What can I do to help you want this?"

"Nothing. I'm fine the way I am, where I am. She's dead, and gone, now all the attention is on me! That's all I've ever wanted Raven! Why can't you just agree that this is just spectacular! It's all eyes on me now!" I laugh loudly.

He sighs, "Stop trying to pull this antisocial personality disorder bull. You want out, you want to go home, you want to go see Nathan and your family. Stop this."

I stare at him, eyes wide.

"If you get out, with very good behavior, then I will make sure you have this wiped away. I promise," he says, very slowly and precisely.

I look down at my lap.

"What am I gonna do?"

I look back up at him, this man who says he's suppose to be a great therapist.

He's nothing like the others; Freud, Jung, Pavlov.

No, he's just trying to use our own behaviors to change us.

Is that fair to us?

But I want to change.

Maybe his being a behavior therapist is a good thing.

I have changed.

Since she died… No… Since I killed her.

She didn't die.

That's peaceful.

Like going to sleep and dreaming.

What I did.

That was gruesome, it was murder.

Adam-

I stare at the wall, it's blank and an ugly green color.

My arm slowly begins to go numb, it's like static.

"Well, this is delightful," I sigh.

What do they call this?

This type of numbness, where you can't control what happens later?

Where you watch yourself do things you would never do.

Wasn't it something with a 'D'?

I believe so.

"Dissociate," I mumble, but I shake my head, "no, that can't be right."

I flop back onto my bed and shut my eyes, might as well ride this out once more.

Just like always.

Nathan-

A knock brings me back from the world of the monochrome.

White.

Silver.

Black.

Red.

That's all that covers my house now.

I have cleaned everything, nothing has been overlooked.

At least not that I can currently remember.

Door.

Yes, a knock.

There was a knocking at the door.

Slowly, I stand up and make my way towards the white block.

Carefully avoiding every crack and crevice in the tile floor.

I twist the door knob, and it opens with a creak.

I wince.

I hate that noise.

It drives me batty.

Then, I'm met with dark eyes.

"Hello," they grin.

I can only see one thing.

Dark blue hair.

My heart races.

He's wearing a suit.

The orange one.

Raven-

I get the call after the session with Chess.

His parents couldn't be reached.

The jail where Chess is being held is on lockdown, someone escaped.

Nathan was hurt.

I pray it wasn't Chess.

Arriving at the hospital, it's late, and a police officer is waiting for me.

It's horrible.

Blood.

His face scarred just like Chess's.

He barely regains consciousness while I'm there.

I grab his hand, and ask him who did this.

All he says is the boy with the blue hair.

My heart drops.

You wanted long, so there you have it. The next chapter to an extended story. I hope this satisfies everyone for now.

As always, I am not making any money from this. The only thing I am making is poor souls cry.