I am the crazy one

I am the crazy one.

I am the one who is a killer, because I rationalize everything to much.

My hands hurt me everyday, a reminder that logic failed.

I accept now that the logic was skewed, not that I should not have done it. But I do not regret it. I did it because I believed it right at the time. It doesn't help that Sweets knows I am innocent. Because, really I'm not—I knowingly gave the location to the Master, knowing that the lobbyist's life would end because of my actions. I my opinion that is as good as driving the knife in myself. If Sweets told, then I wouldn't be insane anymore, and I would be sent to prison.

Prison.

That word terrifies me. Hodgins assures me I would not do well there. I tend to agree, seeing there is a extreme chance that I would run into someone I had helped to put away. Seeing as I was required at most trials, it would be relatively simple for them to recognize me.

This place is a little better than prison though, you learn to tune out the screams of the insane after a while. I find it similar to tuning out Dr. Brennan and Cam bickering. I miss Dr. Brennan, she at least seemed genuinely happy to see me, after my escape from the loony bin.

I hope Hodgins brings more more case files, I am bored out of my mind. I have put in a request that they build a lab, for me and the other clinically insane doctors to use to help stem our boredom. But apparently, more padded are more important then preserving the only sane person's sanity.

Perhaps if Sweets tell the doctors that it would help me get better quicker? I think Dr. Brennan could make him, he seems quite terrified of her.

I wouldn't know, I'm just the psycho killer's apprentice.

I'm just the crazy one.

A/N: o lookie another Zack-centric fic…… I wrote this after I watched the purple pond eppy….. so lovely to see zachy boy again!

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--Emma Enchanted--