A/N Last chapter! I know there'll be more, but those will just be the lyrics to the song.
Hope you like. 8tear* it's coming to an end :(
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU PEOPLE! Btw... I'm listening to ladies and gents by short stack sped up... mwuahahahahahaha lol. I love it when they say oh oh oh oh.
Andy P.O.V
I've flipped. I have gone completely crazy. There's no turning back. The police dragged me out of the house roughly. I couldn't blame them. Right now, I was wearing my best suit, my best shoes, and I was standing in front of the court. There was a long trial, debating whether or not I go to jail. It was either and asylum, or the dog house. I pleaded crazy, but they wouldn't believe me. So, unintentionally, I went insane. Again. I was Andrew again, and I didn't like it.
'Okay bitches! You made another mistake! Mistakes mistakes mistakes. It makes the world go round. But, what if I don't want it to be round?" Andrew wasn't making sense by now. "Look at all of this. Couldn't the police say anything unusual about that situation? Andy wasn't himself, was he? No. He was me." Andrew's lecture was cut short by the banging of the hammer thing that the judge holds.
"Silence! The man is obviously crazy. Send him to the asylum." Andrew left, and I whooped for joy. I was taken away, and given drugs to knock me out.
I woke up twelve hours later to a sick, disgusting smell. It smelt like antiseptic, and the doctors. I groaned and tried to move my arms, but I couldn't. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a white jacket with the sleeves stitched over the shoulders so my arms wouldn't move. A straight jacket. I got up and walked around. I was in a cold, dark cell. It was all white with concrete walls. There was a bed, a toilet, a table and chair and a small, bared window way out of my reach.
I heard some banging then groaning behind me. Turning, I saw the big metal door open and two white figures walked through.
"Ahh. Mr Clemmensen, you're up. We'll run a few tests, and then we'll take off that jacket. But, you'll have to wait for six hours. If you could walk over here please." The male said. It looked like he wanted to speak, but I won't. I won't at all. All the female did was smile sweetly at me.
Six promised hours later, I was back inside my cell, wearing some grey sweatpants and a loose, baby blue polo shirt. At least the straight jacket was off. I was tired. I had to under injections, piss samples, shit samples, saliva samples, fitness tests, reading tests and all that other mumbo jumbo. I guess they just wanted to know if I was on drugs or something. Well, I wasn't. They had worn off before I turned to Andrew.
I was scarred. Scarred for life. What I did to Shaun was... There were no words for what I had done. It was beyond bad. I missed him. Nothing could fix that. I sighed and got up, walking over to the "bed" if it could be called that. It was a rough, hard mattress with an itch blanket. No pillow. Not that I blame them. Lying down, I bang my head against the wall. Maybe I could knock myself out to avoid the nightmares and guilt.
The banging worked. I woke up to screams from down the hall. I sighed. I guess I better get used to it.
Two months had passed and I've been getting worse. Like right now. Right now I was sitting in front of a wall. Nothing out of the ordinary, you say? Well. Not only am sitting in front of it, I'm also talking to it.
"How was your day? Fine? Okay... Good... How was mine? Oh, thanks for asking. Well, today I was playing with the toilet, but then he stopped working, so I yelled at it. I kicked it, banged it, and even yelled at it. But the water wouldn't come back. Then, some lovely people in white coats came and took out the toilet. I started crying, but then they came back with a new one. They started banging it, and I tried to stop them. It's not nice to hurts things you don't know. But then this toilet had water in it, so now were best buds! Oh... Don't worry Mister Wall. I still love you." I got up and hugged the wall, and kissed it.
Four months later.
Loopy
Insane
Crazy
Off my rocker
Wacko
Wacky
Loony
Mad
Bonkers
Daft
Cooky
Six months later.
It's been a year.
I'm crazy.
I'm not myself.
I was fed up. I couldn't take it anymore.
I backed away from the wall, and walked into the other one behind me. I stared at the wall in front of me. I glared at it. I got ready, and then started running towards it as fast as I could. Before hitting it, I bowed my head low. I ran even faster. My head collided with the wall, and I saw stars. It hurt so much.
I was rolling around on the floor. When I stopped, I put my hand to my head and brought it back. My hand was covered in red. I smiled. The pain was making me smile. The blood was making me smile. The thought of being with Shaun Donald Patrick Diviney, defender of all things was making me smile. I was slowly losing consciousness.
I heard the door open and footsteps rush towards me. Doctors and scientists came to me and shook me and examined me. I stopped them.
'Stop." I croaked out barely. "Can't you see I'm happy? I don't want to live. It's better off this way. I'll be with who I love. Just leave me. Make sure I get buried next to Shaun's grave." I whispered. I saw black, and I fell into a sleep which I would never awaken from.
I love you Shaun.
A/N Okay... I may be a sissy, but yeah, I'm crying! Well, sort-a. I feel like I'm gonna...
Well... I hope you guys like it! Next chappie will be lyrics to Sweet December. I'll post the alternates when I can. XD arrivederci