Dash died 14 years ago. I remember it all so clearly. I can't believe I..

Its different now. Its different now.

I walked across the halls of the asylum, waiting anxiously to find her cell. Sams' cell.

How had it come to this?

How had Sam—How had the completely SANE Samantha Manson—End up in a place like this?
I brush back my long black air with my fingers, and close my crystal blue eyes. No smile crosses my face when the nurse tells me we're there. Knowing the Sam I abandoned for murder in High school was within my grasp makes me...angry. Angry. Very, very angry.

I'm so happy.

Cause today I found my friends.

They're in my head.

I'm so ugly.

But that's ok. 'Cause so are you.

We've broke our mirrors.

Sunday morning.

Is everyday for all I care. And I'm not scared.

Light my candles.

In a daze cause I've found god.

How did Sam get here?
The door opens and I see her lying on the floor. Her mouth is closed.

"Sam!"
She lets her breath out and gasps. Her violet eyes look up at me. She had been trying to suffocate.

Blinking, I reached out to the girl I once knew. Was she still there?
"Sam."
The glass eyes are empty as they settle upon my image, the person I reluctantly became.

"Don't bother," The nurse growled, "The brat hasn't spoken since admittance three or four years ago."
I froze.

"Sam? Sam...It-...Its.."
Silence.
"Like I said, don't bother!" The nurse scoffed, and she held open the door.

"C'mon sir, she's obviously not going to say anything. I doubt she'd even remember you after that nasty crash she had the night before she came here."

The girl was tall; much taller than I remember. She had her long hair in disarray hanging over her head and she was crying. I wanted to comfort her. But she wasn't the same person. I wasn't the same person. We...

It was different now.

I'm so lonely.

And that's ok. I shaved my head.

And I'm not sad.

And just maybe.

I'm to blame for all I've heard. And I'm not sure.

I'm so excited.

I can't wait to meet you there.

And I don't care.

I'm so (Insert inappropriate content)

But that's ok. My will is good.

"Danny."

The small voice croaked, and I turn.

Her eyes are wide and she is unable to move. I then notice the many bruises on her face and neck.

"Help me. Please..."

The nurse gives me a look and shuts the door, and waits outside to make sure we don't break out. She couldn't stop me anyway.

"Why?"
The question was a whisper, a pause between the sobs.

"Why did you do it?"

I am quiet as I begin to get closer to the sobbing woman—I see the scars again and the words the nurse spoke about the crash returned.

"I...Did what?"

"Why did you kill them?"

I like it.

I'm not gonna crack.

I miss you.

I'm not gonna crack.

I love you.

I'm not gonna crack.

I kill you.

I'm not gonna crack. x2

There was a long silence after that.

"Why?" She asked again, trying to keep control.

"I....Don't know."
Was all I could say as I saw her eyes. I looked past their numb exterior and saw the pain beneath them.

"Danny, I need your help."

I don't look up.

"Please. I need to get out of here."

But...I couldn't.

God, if I only had the courage to say "I love you" then...

But instead I stood up and walked towards the door.

"I can't." Was all I could say.

I can't.

Tears began to fall from my eyes. I shouldn't of come.

I heard soft weeping from her cell. Then it stopped.

She was holding her breath again.

I'm so happy.

Cause today I found my friends.

They're in my head.

I'm so ugly.

But that's ok. 'Cause so are you.

We've broke our mirrors.

Sunday morning.

Is everyday for all I care. And I'm not scared.

Light my candles.

In a daze cause I've found god.

I left her there.