This is painfully short, and for that I apologize...School's back in session now. I have a lot on my plate, and I love this story as much as you guys, so I'll update as often as I can.

Medication:

Chapter Eight: Headache and Heartbreak

I feel so bad. I didn't mean to hurt him; the thought of him introducing me to his therapist just kind of...shocked me, and instantly enraged me. At the same time.

God, if you're listening...

You're a sick fucking bastard! Why, oh WHY would you ever do this? Aren't you supposed to be fucking peace loving!

I sigh, gripping the steering wheel. This trip to Squee's better freaking work, or someone's going DOWN.

I turn onto a street. Not a fun street, as it's not alive, and doesn't generally have little kids playing and frolicking in the yards and what not. The houses are nice. Then...There sits Johnny's shack. I personally think it keeps the kids and pets indoors.

"Nny, we're here."

"Was Nny my nick name before?" he asks me.

I press my lips together to keep them from quivering with tears. I don't know what I'm crying for more. Watching someone be completely stripped of their freedom, personality and identity, or watching it happen to him. To Johnny C. It just makes you sad when you see it happen to some stranger. It's completely different when it's someone you love.

Did I just think that?

Love?

Do I love him? Did I?...Yes. Yes I'm sure I did. I know I did. I fell in love with the good him-The sweet him. The one I had the conversations with, the one I sat on the cliff with. The Nny I knew and loved. Not the warped one who tried to kill me.

...The cliff! I can bring him up there!

After Squee, I can. I need to know. I need him to know.

But maybe...Maybe I don't want to bring everything back. Maybe I don't want to re-introduce him to why he was insane in the first place, to his voices that the papers said, to everything like that. He has to know exactly what he did to people though. I can show him he was a murderer without showing him he was reckless and dangerous when it came to his thought process and reasoning. I don't know what sparked his killing sprees – more often than not it was probably assholes – And I don't particularly want to, even though I have that clue, I just know there's something more. Something I don't particularly want to get involved in.

"You're nick name was Nny cause that's what you liked to be called instead of John, I guess. I can't picture you as a John, actually."

He smiled. "Shall we meet this boy then?" he said.

I smiled back. I hope this works. I so hope this works...

And we unbuckle, and get out of the car.