These Chains Aren't As Heavy As These Tears {Under Rewrite}

Prologue

   "Mr. and Ms. Gleeful, I am afraid to inform you that your parents will have to enroll you in a mental hospital."

   Those words started it all. Mabel waited for her brother to enter the counselor's room. She watched her brother act out the plan perfectly. Finally, the moment she'd been waiting for. She snuck in, the bottle in her hand. She tiptoed over to the desk. Opening the bottle, she emptied the contents into the coffee mug. She smiled wickedly as she got back out without no one noticing. She watched as the counselor took a sip of the coffee. She watched as he fell to the ground, coughing up blood. And she watched as her brother smiled just as wickedly at the dead body twitching on the ground. Their plan succeeded.