Institutionalized for going completely insane, out of my mind,flipped my lid, utterly mad, lost my marbles,berserko,crazy. treatment for little ol' innocent me, in a controlled environment for the mentally ill. I've won the psychiatric lotery...yay Arkham...or was it Bedlam... Arkham is batman... okay... it must be Bedlam...anyhow, this is wonderland and I am Alice.

Here I am, in the stuffy office of the lard-ass dotor know-it-all, waiting for my sentencing. suddenly, a familure beat seems to seep its way into my cranium, I start first to tap my foot, a happy, almost sick smile crossing my face as the words start to scroll upwards like the beginning of starwars.

And They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha
to the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time, and I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats
and they're coming to take me away ha ha

I only know the chorus's to the song, they're the fun part anyways', I continue to amuse myself as the doc reads every poorly scrawled paragraph of the file, I'm ready to start eating my hair...chewwing my nails, whistling dixie for fuck sake!

And they're coming to take me away Ha Ha
They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
They're coming to take me away ha ha...

I laugh aloud at that particular verse everytime... can you even twiddle your toes...and I have never once weaved a basket in one of these dumps eather. I've been in and out of psyc since I was a tiny little lunitic...first appearance I believe I was maybe ten years old. After about a month in that first place, I had convenced the head nurse that I was a female virsion of Damian Thorn... I even went so far as to draw the tripple number on my head with a sharpie I had traded one of the orderlys for... I had given him my power rangers watch... damnit I miss that watch...

I guess you could say I have issues...I mean, I dont have a problam with myself... it's everyone else that has such a problam with me... My file reads like a volume of war and peace by now I'm sure, stating that I have severe Behavioral problams,schizophrenia, that I have been on Thorazine since I made art out of my familys house, setting it on fire, what it doesnt say however is that the house that I turned into a romin candle was empty, so I didnt actually hurt or kill anyone, but I guess when you find the little girl sitting next to a box of matches and a bright red bottle of kerosine,playing with a hunting knife,you tend to worry about weather or not her head is going to spin or If she is going to pull an upside down crawl down the stairs...

Notes

Hope you liked chapter 1, this was to have been a one shot, but i thought it might read better as a chapter story. thank you for reading, i will have the next up shortly.