I wake up to the sound of the door opening and closing.

"What?" I snap loudly. Whoever the hell is in my room has just awoken me from a nice dream that involved crayons and that old lady who used to live down the street from me when I was six.

"Jude. It's time for some new medication. I have the prescription right here, and I'm going to describe to you what it does." I recognized the voice as Dr. Langdon's, my medicational doctor. He sat down at the foot of my bed, and I tipped slightly from the addition of weight.

"Get off of my bed." I groaned into the pillow. He obliged and kneeled beside me.

"I need you to look at me." He told me.

"No." I replied defiantly. I already had enough fucking pills being thrown down my throat at every waking hour, I didn't need any more.

"This medicine is to stop your outbursts that you've been having lately. You are very defiant of the rules, and we are trying to stop that." He said lamely.

"I had one fucking outburst and all the sudden I'm defiant!" I yelled at him, finally looking up. My face felt very hot from smothering it in the pillow, or it could have just been because I was angry.

"Things like that are what I'm talking about. You need to stop. Here, take this." He said, pulling a glass of water from the ground next to where he was kneeling. Where did that come from?

"No." I said simply.

"Yes."

I sighed animatedly, and took the glass of water from him.

"Okay." I said with as much depression as I could muster with what I was about to do in the back of my mind. I felt like bursting out laughing, but I kept a straight face so I could pull my prank off.

I held the glass of water firmly in my hand as I turned it completely upside-down over his head in one quick motion.

"I'm sorry, but we just need to do this to get you to stop ordering me to do things." I said with a smirk as I watched him splutter in the mess I had made on his head.

"Ring around the rosy,

Pocket full of posies,

Ashes, Ashes

We all fall down!" I sang as I walked into the discipline office. They had an office for everything here in CrazyTown.

"Did you know that that song was originally made as a morbid song during the plague in Europe? The ring around the rosy means the bruises they got from the disease, and they used to carry posies in their pockets to stop the smell of.."

"Jude. Sit down." I followed her instruction.

"You aren't succeeding like we hoped you would." Said the woman in a formal suit who had so rudely interrupted me.

I shrugged. "So?" I asked her. I obviously didn't care what they hoped. Because so far everything I had hoped for since I won that fucking contest hadn't "Succeeded as well" as I wanted it to.

"Well, we're thinking about giving you a reward every time you do something we ask you to." I just now noticed how everyone at CrazyTown said "We" as if that was a single person. It was like they were royalty or something.

"Like allowing a visitor to come in." She said. I perked up.

"Is that why I haven't been getting visits?" I asked her. I wanted to see my damn family. And I wanted to see you. I knew you wouldn't come, though.

"Yes, we don't allow them until a certain stage here." She continued with her story, but I paid no attention.

"I'll be good if you let me choose the person that I want to see. You can call them, and ask them to visit me." I apparently had interrupted her, because her mouth was open and she looked annoyed.

"That would be fine, Jude." She said with a fake smile.

"Can I call someone now?" I asked hopefully.

"No. You have to do something good first."

"Like what?" I asked her. It was my turn to ask the questions this time.

"Like, take your medicine, do your scheduled activities. We may even give you some coloring books or something to work in." She said as if it was a huge accomplishment. I wanted to say something rude and smart, but I didn't, because I wanted to see you so badly it hurt.