You were totally crazy. Your mind was super messed up and you lived in an insane asylum for years.

That’s where you met Will, who was also terribly crazy. He was really violent, but he was the softest with you.

Eventually, you both escape and asylum and get married. You have a kid, Emma, a four year old girl, who was normal. Which was weird.

She would be terrified of you and Will, she knew what would happen every time you brought someone home.

You were in the kitchen, chopping some meat. Will comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His clothes were stained with blood.

“What’re you doing?” He asks.