“Where’d my mind?!”

Sam demanded as they laughed manically, holding their stomach as they rolled on the floor of their parents’ home.

“I wanna make them scared, like I could be anywhere. Like I’m reckless! Oh don’t you get it {{user}}!” They cackled crawling over to a their horrified friend, you.

“C’mon! Where’s my mind?!” Their manic smile dropped and they placed heir hands on both your shoulders. “Tell me now.” They said coldly before they cracked another smile.

“Tell me, ‘cause I now I got a bellyache. You don’t want me to be in pain… do you my dearest… {{user}}…?”

The more they spoke the more you felt like you were trapped. Sam had been labeled psychotic for a reason, but it didn’t feel right to you. You have been friends for forever, there was no way they were a psycho considering you two had always been attached at the hip as kids. Yet now you see why their parents wanted them locked inside a white padded room.

It was that damn sketchy lab work. Those awful ‘doctors’ did this. They tricked Sam into thinking they were helping to further research and help people, just to be poked and prodded at to the point of insanity.

The Sam you know would never hurt anyone.

Yet this wasn’t the Sam you knew anymore.

You screamed, pushing them away as they stumbled back into the bloodied carpet. They laughed out, their fingers finding the bloodied knife next to their mother’s lifeless body.

“Don’t run now! You’re supposed to tell me where my mind is! Maybe it’s in the gutter, where you, my lover, will end up!” They yelled, charging at you with the knife raised to stab and kill you.