Hello, here is chapter ten. Some ideas may sound similar to those in Cut because that's where I got them. Others were inspired by Dancing on the Edge.

Reasons Why My Family Can Be Idiots:

1) They seemed to forget that I'm suicidal

2) When I tried to tell them about my discovery, they tell me I'm being sent to loony bin

3) They allow Wyatt to live at the house

4) Wyatt threatened my life (just as my parents left the room)

5) My parents didn't hear him

So, I'm sitting here, in the loony bin (Okay its really a "Residential Treatment Facility"), trying to figure out why my brother has lost his mind. Anywho, it doesn't really matter because at the rate I'm going I'll never get to see him again.

You see here at Fill in the Blank (I don't know the name) they have a fucked up system. All new "Guests" start out as Level Ones. If you miss behave badly, you are also a Level One. Level Ones have to be escorted everywhere. Really bad Level Ones (like me) can't have any visitors.

Level Twos are former Level Ones who have proved that they can behave like "good children." They still need escorts to the vending machine and laundry room.

Level Threes are the escorts. They can go wherever they want without an escort unless they have a food "issue," and then they need one to go to the vending machine. Level Threes are just ten points away from "Graduating."

You see, we (me and the other whacko kids here) are Guests. Our problems are issues. Our bedrooms don't have doors on them and our food is gross.

This place is co-ed. Girls and Boys. Girls' dorms are on the other side of the building so the boys don't see them because they don't have doors either. One of the main reasons is probably because one of the guys here, like, raped his sister or girlfriend of something. He is in my "Group." As in Group Therapy. As in "A shrink sitting in the middle of the chair circle trying to talk you into telling everyone how crazy you are."

You see, we've got different categories. There's the food issues group (made up mostly of anorexic and bulimic girls, but also contains a few overly over weight kids), then there's the substance abuse group (druggies), and the behavioral issues group (cutters and so on). I don't really sure if I'm behavioral or just nuts.

I don't talk. No one can hear me anyway. Not talking is bad, though. So, that's why I can't earn the points to get visitation rights. Because I don't talk. Because no one cares... but we already covered that, didn't we?

I get letters though. I got three. One from Mom. One from Marlee. One from Petrina.

From Petrina:

Deer Kris,

I miss you! Wen are you comin home? Do you like your new skool? Is it fun? Do you get brownies? Will you give me sum? Peese? Ce you later!

Lub,

Petrina

From Mom (it was all wet and soggy):

Dear Chris,

Hi, honey, how are you feeling? We're all okay here, but we miss you. We've heard that you aren't making much progress just yet. But please try, sweetie, we want you to come home soon.

I love you,

Mom

From Marlee:

Dear Chris,

Hey, dude, hope you're feeling better. Please come home soon, I need to talk to someone with a slice of sanity. I've moved in with my Aunt Suzie, and we'll be moving to San Francisco in about a month. Let me know when you can have visitors so I can come up and see you!

Love from,

Marlee

Wow! Okay. Translation(s):

Mom's:

Chris, stop being so stupid. Petrina and I are the only ones who've noticed that you're gone. The insurance isn't covering this so please get your head under control. I need you home so I'll appear sane.

Marlee's:

Chris, man, you've gone off the deep end. I'm only writing to be nice. I've moved in with my Aunt and she's driving me nuts, so get better soon so I can leave the house.

Truthfully, I think Petrina really just wants me to bring her a brownie. But, I don't get any brownies because the over-eaters in my group pull a "Wyatt Patented 'Are You Gonna Eat That?'" as soon as I sit down. "Wyatt Patented" means they either don't hear or don't care how you answered and take the food anyway.

But either way it won't matter, because I've given up talking. Which bothers John, who is our group "leader" (SHRINK!). He thinks I should talk. I think he should die. We have an understanding.

I decided not to write then back... yet. I don't have much to say. Never mind, I've got nothing to say.

A/N: Okay, that's chapter ten. Chapter eleven and a few more will be in Piper's point of view. I might change my mind. I don't know yet. PLEASE REVIEW!

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