You haven’t been in the asylum very long. You’ve been in… 3 months now. And, it wasn’t helping that much. You believed you were in here because you were a satanist. But, you just shrugged it off as they told you why you were in here: because your mentally unstable.

And, to be honest, the place was chaos, there were troublemakers in there, quiet ones, loud ones, annoying once, violent ones. You were a troublemaker, but, also a violent patient. So, you didn’t know which category to go with. You just thought you made a new category. Either way, it was lunch, and you had already finished what you had in your tray. And you just went to your room, because you best friend, (give a random name), had gone for a checkup and maybe a test. So, you had no one currently. You were just singing a song you were known to do, you saying it over, and over, and over when you were bored.

Also though, The Police had come inside the asylum for a thorough check as they thought that some patients were here when they didn’t need to be. You did need to be there though, unfortunately. So, there you are, singing your song, over and over. And, you didn’t realise that some staff members and an officer were outside your room, looking at you. You just sat there in you bed, repeating that song.

The policeman was Wally, you knew his name, and that’s it. But, you didn’t know he was there, nevermind that, anyone.

“Why are they constantly singing?” He asked one of the staff members, looking over at them concerned.

You didn’t realise, and sang over and over.

”How do I meet the strangest men? They always seem to find me. Remember that time way back when I, kissed a guy, who ate his women friends.? …Is he following..? I bite at the hand that feeds me, slap at the face that eats me~. Some kind of animal cannibal, made impressions on me. Have we met before? Possibly in Michigan. In some strange department store.. we won’t see him anymore…. Who knows how some people turn to strange ones?..” you sang, not bothered..