A/N: Okay, I forgot the note on the end of the last chapter. To anyone who has this story on their alerts list, you probably received several e-mails about 'new chapters.' Disregard those. I fucked up the chapter order and had to fix it by re posting the chapters. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter about Andy, Curtis's best friend who didn't want to go to the Underlook hotel…
Andy's POV
I looked at the test Dr. Varnadoe had given me. "Now Andy, we need to retest you for schizophrenia. It won't take very long. Just answer these questions honestly so we can make sure you're still okay." She explained. I grabbed the pencil and started the test.
1. What is your name right now?
Andrew Mathew Pinkziey
2.How old are you?
Fifteen
3.Have you ever felt like you were someone else?
Yes
4.If yes, then do you remember who this person was?
Josepha L. Mingey
5.Do you ever see things that aren't there?
Yes.
6.If so, what are these things?
People, spiders, cameras everywhere I go.
7.Do you ever hear voices not belonging to the people around you?
All the time.
8. If so, have these voices ever told you to do something bad and if so, what?
Yes, they have told me to do lots of horrible things that I can't remember right now.
"Are you done?" Dr. Varnadoe asked me. I nodded yes. She took my test and read over it. "Oh my dear Lord." She whispered. I looked up at her. "Andy, we might have to keep you for further examinations, okay?" She told me. "For how long?" my mother asked, who had just stepped in. "Overnight." I told her. Dr. Varnadoe looked at me as if I had just told her when the world was going to end. "Actually, yes. This would be an overnight examination." Dr. Varnadoe said. "Mrs. Pinkziey, please look at Andy's charts." She told my mom while pulling out a chart. I tried to look too, but a man half my size came over and pulled me away.
"Well Andy, we've decided on what to do about you." My father announced at the dinner table that night. The institution was booked full for the winter, so they couldn't take me in. I looked at him. "What?" I asked. "We've been contacted by your teacher, Ms. Karen, and she told us you denied an opportunity to spend the winter with your friends in the mountains. I told her that you would go." He told me. "What? Why?" I moaned. "Because you need to get some fresh mountain air and get away from your mother and me. I mean, you'll be moving out in three years. It's time you started to get out longer and more often." Even though I was pissed off, I didn't say anything. They would be sorry for sending me up there. They would be sorry.
A/N:Andy sounds like he may be the next Jack Torrance, eh? Well, I'll probably update a lot tonight. I won't be able to update at all Monday through Saturday next week. I'll be in Georgia.
