Hey guys, I'm sorry this chapter is so very short. I'm having writer's block but I figured that a short update was better than no update. I would really love it if people were to review. Seeing that there are people following this piece of crud made me happy, so thank you for that. Uhh, so, here you go...
Nepeta's P.O.V. :
The nurses keep checking on me. I never left my room this morning when the nurses called for everyone to come take their medication. All alone. I don't like being alone, but a new boy is here now and he doesn't smell right. Just ... Doesn't smell right. Not like he's supposed to.
My parents stopped visiting ... They said they couldn't believe their daughter was "retarded". I'm not ... that's not even what the doctor said. I'm not retarded ... I'm Autistic ... there's a difurrence ... Darn ... The doctor told me to cut down the cat puns ...
My friend Karkitty hasn't been coming to group therapy and I miss him. First my parents, now he's gone too ... Everybody keeps leaving. Is it my fault?
Karkat's P.O.V.:
I hate it here in this awful place. I am not crazy. I don't need to be here. Stabbing a few people, doesn't mean I'm crazy. I hate this padded room with its white-washed walls mocking me, saying "hey, fucking albino kid raging on the floor over there. Shut up! I'm trying to be a goddamn wall over here!" Yep, that is exactly what's happening here. The walls are mocking me ... Oh god, I'm starting to sound like that juggalo freak. Here brain, let's imitate him, 1-2-3 Honk! Okay, are we finished being stupid, brain? I think so.
They put me back in this room again for throwing a chair at someone. It's not like he couldn't handle himself. He was sweating way to much and it was disgusting. Typical nurses overreacting. The worst part is, he was still sweating even after the chair hit him. If he weren't such a sweaty bastard I wouldn't have had to do it.