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Saint John of God Psychiatric Hospital, Ireland

"Me had to do it. I-'tis jist somethin' dat me 'ad to do." Spoke the only male in the room. He was a scrawny looking kid. Beach blonde hair and pale eyebrows that have him a permanent surprised look. The white scrub we all wore didn't help him. It made him look more white. Like he got past sun burnt and just went straight to sun bleached.

"And Nigal.. how do you think your sister felt about that?"

Nigal flinches in his seat. We all watched him; all around in out little circle of 8 people. Me, the nurse Martha Davis, and the six other brainless fecks about my age; 8 or so... I hated all of them for making me sit in here and listen to this crap in this asylum. What was the point? Who was this helping? It was just hearing everyone stupidly talk about their stupid decisions. Feckin' pointless.

"S-she felt... scared... I guess?"

"You guess?" Martha asked, some American nurse from Harvard or something. Majored in a bunch of stuff, than came to work out here of all places. She was a pretty lass me guess. She had violet almond shaped eyes with caramel colored hair. Kinda pudgy, but she fit her clothing well. Nigal suddenly becomes frightened as though he gave the wrong answer; dipping his head and whispering sorries. His voice as bouncy as a jack hammer.

"And what of her cat? Did the cat feel scared?"

"I didn't care wot it felt. It needed ter die. It 'urt me, an' got wot it 'ad comin'." He mumbles as he finds interest in the stitching of his scrubs. Growing silent as he did. Martha waited patiently than looked up from her clip board and smiled towards Nigal.

"It doesn't make you, Nigal. You could have stopped."

"I-I don't wanna blather aboyt it anymore..."

Martha smiles to him and nods. "Thank you for sharing Nigal... God will forgive you, child." The room grew quiet now. Everyone found interest with their hands or clothing. Martha clears her throat and speaks up to us all. "Now, we have heard from everyone now. All but one. Alice?"

Feck.

My head bobs over to my shoulder. Looking at the nurse. "Aye?"

"Do you want to talk about it today?"

"Toolk aboot what?"

Martha sighs and breathed in deeply. "We go through this every time, darling. You murdered your parents.... how does that make you feel?"

My eye twitches and I pan my gaze to her. Venom seeping from my voice as I hissed my next words at the woman. "Am no'yer damn darlin', lass. An' I din't do shit."

"Please refrain from cursing. We are in the cover of God." Martha spoke softly.

"God me arse..."

"Alice..." She scolds while ruffling through her papers. "You haven't done anything to help yourself. You wont talk to the other nurses so why not share with the group. They've all been through the same ordeal as you--"

"NO THEY 'AVEN'T!" I screamed in a boil over of anger. I was sick of people telling me that. Acting like they knew what I went through or what I saw. I thrust my finger at Nigal. "Am no'yer boyo 'ver there killin' puppies an' slappin' his wee sister! I DIDN'T KILL ME PARENTS! THOSE DEMONS DID!" I shot at her than stood up from my seat. "Am feckin' done with this."

Martha stood as I did. "Alicenne, that's enough of that; please sit down."

"Feck ya an' tha' crayon eater over here. Go an' eat yer mums fingers again, whydonya hacket." I shot at Abby Anne the little finger eater who was currently chewing on her scrub next to to me.

"Hey!" Abby cried at me, the rest of the children giggled. "At least I din't kill em--!"

I threw back my hand and back-handed the living shit out of her. Turning to stand in front of her, grabbing her drool soaked scrub then slugged her in the nose. Once. Twice. However many I could get. There was this rage in me. This molting rock rage that took me whenever people did this crap. When they told me what was right or wrong or what they did or didn't know about me. It took over. Took everything I could control and turned it into absolute rage. It started happening more lately. I couldn't help it. What did they know?

"Alicenne! LET HER GO NOW!" Martha bellows over the children scrambling to get away from me and Abby sobbing as she tried to pull away from me. Martha was attempting to yank me away but it was easier to throw my head back and knock her chin instead. Sadly Martha didn't have time to smooth it over this time. Security came in like a flood and grabbed my arms and legs. I kicked and thrashed at them. Looking over the horrified faces of the other children and Martha who was holding Abby's bloody nose in place as she cried. It was the last thing I remembered before I felt the sting of the needle in my neck as they sedated me. I was use to it by now. The feckers just didn't understand.

They never would.

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(Originally posted on Rolepages on June 15th, 2016.)