Psychos

Chapter One

It was a yearly event. A time where we normal people take in a "sick" person for a two weeks. If we can normalize them, then they get to rejoin us in our society, but if they're still sick then they're sent back to the special mental hospital outside of the country. Now that I was eighteen I had to take care of one of those psychos. My doorbell rang as I just closed my bedroom door. I quickly went downstairs and opened my front door to see a delivery man with a package and a girl on a stack trolley with a mouth guard and a straight jacket.

"Here you are sir, just sign here," he handed me a clipboard with a contract. I skimmed over the text already had read the contract before when I was younger. I signed the paper and handed it back to him.

"Here's your starter package and your 'sick'," he handed me the package and tipped his hat at me and the girl. I placed the package down and wheeled the girl into my living room. I went back to get the package and went back into the living room. I carefully opened the box to see that it contained a gun, some ammo, a birth certificate, a set of feminine clothing, and a camera with a tripod. I looked up to the girl who was looking around as much as she could. I looked down at the birth certificate to see she was only seventeen and her name was Lexie Macy. She started to say something but it was muffled.

"Oh right," I quickly rummaged through the box till I found a pair of keys. I inserted the first into the mouth guard lock and removed it.

"Well aren't you a stalker," Lexie said with a smirk.

"Wait, what?" This only seemed to make her giggle.

"Well aren't you a little scared, cutie pie. Now mind getting this jacket off me?" She raised a brow. The way she spoke stunned me. She laughed causing me to jump, "awe you're even cuter when you're scared," she continued to laugh and at the same time she seemed almost normal. With a shaky hand I unlocked all the locks on the straight jacket. She shimmied out of it and smiled.

"Much better, now if you excuse me I'm off to see the world," she waved at me but before she got to the door I tackled her.

"You can go out there. Not in till you're normal."

"Who says I'm not?" She flashed me another smirk.

"The government."

"Who's to say they're wrong?"

"They're not," I got up and locked the doors, "as long as there's a president who good people voted for then the government is normal."

"Who's to say the election isn't ridged?"

"Will you stop it with the mind games, they're not going to work," her smirk turned into a smile.

"Fine, but I am quite hungry. Do you by any chance have some food?"

"Yeah. The kitchen is down the hall to your left have whatever you want. FYI I hide all the silverware but there should be some plastic ones," I grabbed the camera and tripod and walked upstairs. I had set up the camera and tripod in my recording room I use for my MeTube channel. There was already a video on the camera so I hit the play button. There was a flash and a little man in a chair was projected onto my desk,

"Hello! Hello! If you are watching this then you are of age to take care of your very own sick! Now don't worry, if you don't feel safe with a sick you can leave them in their straight jacket but if you want you could let them out. Now you probably already know to hide all the weapons and what nots but what you probably don't know is why you have this camera. You have this so you could publish your story of failure or success of transforming your sick to a normal person. All you have to do is daily logs on here. Well good luck and try not to die."

"That was happy," the image disappeared as a loud clang, "what the heck is she doing?" I got up and walked downstairs to see Lexie standing over a puddle of milk cereal with a plastic spoon in her hand.

"Whoops. Hope you have fun cleaning that," she smiled before walking off.

"Wait what?"

"Well don't just stand there, clean it up," she walked around the puddle and grabbed a soda out of the fridge.

"No. You spilled it, you clean it up."

"Nah," she shook her head and headed off to the living room.

"This is my house, my rules, and if you make a mess you clean it up," she turned on the television and I stood before it.

"Fine mother," she sighed and got up, "by the way I am a psycho, just keep that in mind." She walked over to the mess and started to clean up.