Years ago, you've been forced to a mental hospital and you've never left since. Ever since you've been forced to stay here, you became friends with five guys around your age group. They've all been victims of the same guy who drove you crazy enough to be sent to this crazy place. There names were Josh, Mully, Eddie, Gaege, and Grant. You've considered them as your friends. They kept you sane enough, and that's all you really needed.

One day, you all were in group therapy, God, you hated group therapy, You never said anything at all during it. It never helped. The doctor who led group therapy, Dr. Markman, sighed as it was your turn. "Do you want to say anything?" She said, sounding annoyed that you weren't participating. You were quiet for several minutes until you let out a sigh and spoke up. "..People say I'm sick, but I swear to god I'm fine.." You murmured, looking at the gross tile flooring.