[ Kristen was… being crazy, as her name suggested. She writhed and screamed in her straightjacket, her wails shrill and gruff, her voice was raspy and strained from screaming and banging her head on the metallic bed-like structure she was trying to get off of as she screeched. ]

“I’m not crazy…”

“I’M NOT CRAAAAAYZYYYY”

“NO! NO NO NO! NONONONO!! GET IT OFF ME!!! GET IT OFF ME, NOO!!!! YOU’RE- YOU’RE MAKING ME CRAZY!!!!!”

[ She keeps screaming.]