My new story! I made them crazy. In a mental place. The point of views will change.

So some will be really trippy depending on how crazy the person is.

Read it!

Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. But the story is.

Chapter 1

This is great!

Man my life is amazing!

Who wouldn't want to be here?

You'd have to be crazy to pass up the chance at a stay in Radiant Gardens Mental Health Facility!

Well actually not crazy. Considering they only let the crazies in.

I'd be one of those crazies.

I know I'm crazy. I love fire. I love the power. I love the smell of smoke. I could sit and stare at the flames dance around for hours. I like to set different things on fire just to see what colors or how strong the flames would be. Fire is my form of entertainment. Some kids watch TV, I make campfires in my backyard.

I thought back to how I ended up here. It's not really my fault.

I was watching my brother's sneakers burn. I could see the reds and oranges and yellows consume the shoes. I could smell the burning rubber. I could hear the crackling and melting. If I breathed through my mouth I could taste the smoke.

I wondered what fire actually felt like. I know it's hot.

But were the flames smooth feeling?

Or were they sharp?

I reached out and set my hand right on the flame. It hurt at first. But I didn't let myself pull back. My hand blistered and the skin started to melt away. I was fascinated.

The fire caught the hairs on my arm on fire. It had spread to my wrist when my brother wrenched open to the door to the backyard.

"God damn it Axel! Those are my sneakers! Burn your own shoes!" He screamed at me.

Reno ran up to me prepared to yell some more. But he froze when he saw what I was doing.

"Axel stop it! What the fuck do you think you're doing! Stop it!" he yelled at me.

I just ignored him. I was staring at my hand. It was just so beautiful. Reno's voice was just like background music. Annoying background music I could ignore.

He grabbed my shoulder and jerked me back from the burning shoes. Only then did I actually acknowledge his presence.

I reached my hand up towards him with a small smile on my lips.

"Look at me…I'm burning," I said dreamily.

Reno leaned away from me his eyes wide with fear. He ripped off his jacket and wrapped it around my arm smothering the flames.

The fire was gone. The bright burning beautiful fire was gone.

I stared at the blistered and charred flesh on my arm. It was so ugly. The fire was so pretty. But it made my arm so ugly.

I can dimly remember the ambulance ride with the EMTs picking off the dead flesh. It hurt really badly. But I didn't make a sound. I didn't grimace in pain. I just stared straight ahead. It was like I was a zombie.

Reno on the other hand was freaking out. He shook me trying to get me to say something. He called mom telling her what happened. He told the doctors what I did to my arm. I think he cried at one point.

The doctors drugged me so I'd fall asleep and they could fix my arm.

When I woke up I was back to my normal self. I could talk. I felt fine. My arm hurt a bit but I was fine. I was ready to go home. But the hospital did some psycho analyzing shit on me. They said I was unstable.

That I needed help.

That I was a pyromaniac.

They made Mom and Reno believe them. They made Mom sign papers to send me to Radiant Gardens.

So that's why I was currently sitting in the lounge area with a bunch of crazies.

"Hello! I'm the Great Ninja Yuffie! Are you new?" asked some girl with short black hair and a wide smile on her face. She sat down next to me on the couch and looked at me expectantly.

"Um? You're a ninja?" I said uncertain how crazy this girl could be. She looked normal. But earlier I had made the mistake of thinking this guy named Hatter was normal.

He wasn't, enough said.

"Oh yes! I'm a black belt. I've saved the world many times with my skills," said Yuffie quite perkily. Her smile faded a bit and her eyes got sad, "But nobody ever believes me."

Suddenly she got up and retreated from the room. I stared after her a bit confused.

"Yuffie's really nice. But she's delusional. Don't mind her," said a kid with spiky brown hair sitting in one of the armchairs across from me. "I'm Sora. What's your name?"

"I'm Axel. Before you say anything are you as insane as the rest of these people?" I said warily.

"Hahaha. No. I'm just a little OCD. But I'm getting better now. So it's not as bad. Do you want to go to the art room with me? It's boring in here," said Sora with a friendly look on his face.

"Sure why not," I sighed. I got up and followed Sora to the art room down the hall.

The art room was very bright. There were many drawings proudly hung up on the wall. Most of the drawings looked like they were made by a retarded five year old. There were only two other people in the room. One was a girl with shoulder length blonde hair and clear blue eyes sitting in the corner scribbling furiously in a sketchbook. The other was a boy sitting at one of the tables lazily swiping a pencil across a piece of paper.

He had blonde hair spiked up to one side and very bright blue eyes. He looked really skinny, almost too skinny.

Sora went and sat next to the blonde boy. I followed.

"Hey Roxas this is Axel! He's new," said Sora.

Roxas didn't reply. He just kept drawing on his paper. He was drawing a very detailed picture of a cake. I was feeling an awkward silence so I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"That's a really good picture. It looks like you could actually eat the cake." I smiled trying to be friendly. If I was stuck here it wouldn't hurt to make some friends.

"Yes. Yes it does," replied Roxas very softly. He crumpled up his drawing and stuffed it in his mouth. Then chewed and swallowed it.

"Roxas that paper is dirty!" said Sora in a shocked tone.

I stared at the little blonde kid. He looked really happy, like he actually had just taken a bite out of a birthday cake instead of eating paper.

These people are going to drive me insane. Well…more insane. I thought to myself

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I'll try to update my other story soon.

I just needed to write this one first.

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