((THAT'S IT! I CANT TAKE NO MORE! I am tired of going to this site and reading this shit! Its just pure uncharacteristic shit sometimes! I hate it! I HATE YOU! EVERY FUCKING ONE OF YOU! YOU ALL FUCKIN SUCK! IF I KNEW WHERE EVERY ONE OF YOU STUPID FUCKS WERE I'D KICK ALL YOUR ASSES! I'm so tired of reading summaries like, 'Nny finds some homicidal girl who's supposed to be me and they fall in love and make little Jhonny babies who kill people too cause that's cool, right?' AH! GAH! Secures uncontrollably Its so stupid! I understand if you have some uncharacteristic things in your, it's a refreshing change but for fucks sake…. That's all I shall say, for I am sure I shall blow just as much as you people do… ))

((P.S. I sorry, I take medicine for that….Me need to control me brain so me fingers don't do bad… I go sob now..))

"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Echoed through the darkened shack as the door squeaked open. The sickly skinny shadow stood at the door for a moment scanning his surroundings. Its had been so long, months, years, he had no idea of the length of time, but he had returned and that was all that mattered at the moment. He lifted his bony leg up in the air and walked into the house Nazi style, his steel toed boots clanking ageinst the hard wood floor. He hated this house, but it was his. Not his home, this house never felt like home, but it was where he lived, comforting or not. The man looked down at the floor with an almost child like wonder, his wide eyes staring at the tiny roach that had sat itself ontop his shoe. He smiled in that oh-so-innocent way before whispering, "Mr. Samsa, I've missed you." The whisper was almost as if he didn't want to awaken this house. The bug twitched its antenna's twice before the man bent down and crushed him with his index finger.

Straightening back up and gazing at the gray wall across the room, the smile that had grown on his face slowly dissipated and a frown toke its place. He felt so lonely; his search for coldness was a complete waste of time. Everything in this house felt so lonely, so empty and unfeeling, he was jealous of it. Jealous of the blood stained walls, jealous of the filthy floors, jealous of the bugs and even of the air, he wished he were that cold.

The blue-ish black haired male went over to the counter that held a few dirty dishes and bloody implants of torture. He cringed at the bodily fluids that he despised so, he was tired of the blood, now that he was no longer under 'its' control people just seemed to not see him, which made him feel slightly better. He was still homicidal, but he was a little less violent and the numbers of his victims decreased dramatically. Turning his stare from the sink to the window just above it he saw his young neighbors house. He smiled, Squee must have grown so much since he last saw him, hopefully he wasnt dead. Though he doubted that strongly, he couldn't keep that thought out of his mind. Then he remembered that his parents had left him at that institution. He sighed and that way to familiar feeling of disappointment consumed him.

He hung his head, considering weather he should go to visit him or not. He saw no reason why he shouldn't, and besides he didnt want to be home right now. So, he turned around and exited that ungodly horrible place. He made his way to his car, halfway into his car he noticed the lights in Squees house were on. Odd, he had expected his parents to have moved away by now. He exited his car, curious of how they lived now. Moving toward Squees old room and peering though the window he saw a shocking scene.

Squees mother holding a young girl in her arms and reading it "The little Engine who could" Had she a new child, was she sober, and why was she so tender to this child but not to Squee? He watched them for a few minutes before the father entered smiling as he patted the child on the head. He could no longer watch these people with their disgusting emotions. He felt as if he were going to vomit as he entered his car, sitting in it for a moment before he started it.

He drove down the street and onto the freeway, making his way to the Asylum, so sympathetic for poor Squee, he wasn't sure if he should tell him or not.

((Yeah that's my first Chapter… short huh? Oh well youll have to deal cause I'm a bitch and you suck….. I LOVE YOU! GIVE ME COMMENTS AND FLAMES DAMNIT!))