Hi. I have been away from the fanfiction crowd for a while, but im gonna try to write a good fic now. Some of you may remember my old fic, a scary life.(and if you remember it and didn't review it, shame on you.)hopefully this will be better. By the way, heres the disclaimer thingie. I don't own any jthm characters or anything like that, jhonen Vasquez does, please dont sue me, its not worth the trouble. 1 year after the last issue of jthm. **I cant stand it in here. I cant do anything, and they keep me locked up like an animal. I am not an animal** "I AM NOT A FUCKING ANIMAL!!!! LET ME OUT OF THIS SHIT HOLE YOU BASTARDS!!! NOW, OR ILL SLIT YOUR FUCKING THROATS!!!" "Now now, Johnny. Language like that wont get you anywhere. Face the facts, your in here for life and theres nothing you can do about it. So just relax, sit back and pretend you in, I dunno, Hawaii and the homicide festival." The voice came somewhere outside of johnnys padded door with a small window. He was in a straight jacket in a small padded room. When they dragged him in after what he now calls "the incident" he saw the sign on the door said "vasqueville insane asylum" and that's where hes scheduled to be for the rest of his life. **he's right. I wont get out any time soon.** he had already been in there for 6 months. After he left home(see issue 7) he was getting better. He hadn't killed anyone in almost 6 months and he was feeling great. He had put on a little weight so he didn't look so skinny anymore. He wasn't fat either, just healthy looking. He had let his hair grow to where it was before the fires of hell burned most of it off. He had a small apartment and even had a steady girlfriend and a decent job. This was all in a small city called vasqueville. Nny liked the name so he settled down there. Before that(he settled there 2 months after he left the house) he hitchhiked all over the place. Saw new and exciting things, and even developed a liking for twinkies. In fact, he liked twinkies so much he ate 37 in an hour, that is until he puked. This is an excerpt from his journal " I didn't know what I had been missing out on. One bad experience and I hated twinkies, now all these years later I tried them again and I love them. They are my favorite junk food. Theres nothing better that sitting down with a box of twinkies and a nice big cherry brain freezy from the 24/7 down the street. And the best thing is, they never turn off the freezy machine. It is heaven.". but now, his journal is just a memory locked away in his girlfriends closet. She was thinking of him right now, she was also thinking of how to hack into the asylums computers. She looked up from the soft comforting glow of the computer screen at all her nick nacks and stickers around her computer area, which was also littered with coke cans and paper plates from hot pockets past. She chuckled as a passing truck made her bobble head gir's head shake a little. Then her gaze went to her " 1337 h4x0r" sticker and she was reminded of her task. Her leg felt hot and she heard little crackles below her. Wait. "FUCK! NOOOOO! MY COMPUTER!" her she had spilled coke on her computer and while she wasn't paying attention her computer was short circuiting and catching on fire. She tried to put it out but was too flustered to do anything at the moment "FREEZE! POLICE, HANDS IN THE AIR!" **oh great, just what I need. Cops. Hmm, good thing my computer cought on fire, they don't have their main evidence now, as im suspecting they were trying to nail me for hacking** she ended up getting 9 years in prison for software piracy, but it's a lot better that what she could have gotten as a hacker. She had a bit of a reputation. **when I get out of jail, im gonna rescue my love. My Johnny. My nny.**

well, that's it for chapter one, hope you liked it. Please review. Or email me, I don't get enough e mail. If you liked it, tell me you liked it, if you hated it, tell me you hated it. Just tell me how you feel about it and tell me what will make it better. By for now