Crazy House

Lately nothing has been going my way due to the point that I'm practically banned from owning any pets, personal problems, more personal problems, metal problems, even more mental problems. I hate my life. Nothing exciting ever happens. I have privately been seeing a doctor about my mental health, not even my parents know this. If they found out about my mental illnesses they would send me off to the crazy house. I don't want to go to the crazy house.

Then again school would probably inform them. My fellow classmates call me strange and they might say something to the office. Oh how can I stop this information from leaking? oh I got it! What if I they went away? All I would really need to do is get the knife. Yes, that's how the information wont get leaked. It's the only way.

That's the only way I wont get sent off to the crazy house. Everyone at the crazy house is too touchy. Touching scares me. If they touch me I'll get hurt or worse. Touching is bad. I can't go to the crazy house. Never. I will never go there.

If I do get sent off I'll kill them. Let them sleep, then they can't touch me. I remember when I was little someone touched me and it hurt. Red oozed out of my knee and I got a purple mark on my cheek. Touching is painful.

What I also remember is when I had a pet rabbit my parents got me for my 11th birthday. It's fur was as white as snow and also soft like a pillow. I remember putting the kitchen scissors in it. Red stained it's soft snowy fur and it stopped twitching it's nose. My parents got so angry. Mother even touched my cheek and it stung.

Touching...how much I hate being touched. Touching might even send me to the horrible crazy house were they poke you and touch you. I don't want to go there. wait, what is this? Men in white coats and blinding white walls? I thought I was home. Oh right I remember. I was sent here 2 years ago. I was sent to the crazy house.