In My Head: A devilbuscus fanfic

Chapter 8

     Dear journal,                                                                      

Entry 1

Today you had been handed to me by the doctor who watches over me to make sure I dont try to leave without permission. When I asked why he gave me this journal he said that some new doctor was hoping he could help me calm down and accept what is happening. Yeah right. No doctors here wants to have to deal with me in any way. But I must say that it gives me someting to do with myself. I always thought writing down your feelings in these stupid things were ridiculous from the start but since I literally have nothing better to do and no one to talk to, my last resort is this.

Entry 4

Okay so maybe this "new doctor" isn't that bad after all and he might actually be wanting to help me.

"Alyssa, I've brought you your food." The doctor, who's name has slipped my mind, placed the tray of food in front of me. "Oh! I almost forgot. I'm supposed to give you this." He rummaged through his pocket and took out a folded piece of paper, tossing it on the bed. He walked out of the room, which was odd because they never do that. I brushed it off and reached for the paper fold. I unfolded the slip and read the words scribbled across it.
             Alyssa, enjoy the treat provided under the tray.
I moved all of my food off of the tray and flipped it, looking underneath. Sure enough, there was a small candy bar taped to the bottom of it and it happened to be my favorite.

Entry 5

Its been 2 weeks since Jason had visited me last and word has it that I have a guest coming to visit me soon. 10 bucks says that it's Jason coming to get on me some more. To be honest, I don't even know if I want to see him again. Or atleast for awhile. He should really think about his actions before he puts them in motion because it hurts the people around him.

Entry 8

Still no word about how Tyler is doing. When ever I ask Doctor Matt how he is doing, he blows me off and just ignores the question in general. Sometimes I try to give him a note to give to Tyler but once he is relieved of watching me, I see him as he throws the paper in the trash across the hall from my window. I know he does it on purpose so I can see. I'm thinking that he and Tyler are close friends and this is his way of telling me that he wants nothing to do with me because his best friend put his trust in me and I ended up hitting him in the face with said broken trust. Literally. 

Entry 9

Its been about a month since the last time I saw him. A couple of weeks since he was in my head. but other than that he hasn't shown his face around here and I'm starting to worry. Not because he is gone, of course not, that is something that i'm celebrating. No, i'm worried that he'll come back with more devious plans to ruin my life or someone close to me and I dont think i will be able to stand that. I know now that I should have said 'yes' to him. He promised that everyone I know and love would be fine. That they would live a happy life and die old. And now I wish I could go back in time and change my answer no matter how bad it got for me, if it still meant that my friends and family would be happy.

Entry 12

It's getting very lonely in here. I try talking with some of the doctors on watch but they end the conversations as soon as they started. Hell, if I dont get any social interaction soon I might as well have a good enough reason of being in the looney bin. It's just so depressing and boring and i cant handle it. I'm going to go freaking insane. I need someone to talk to; anyone. I mean it. And this secret  nice doctor still has no name or face and if the lack of human interaction doesnt drive me insane, then this will.

Entry 16

I just remembered a time from when I was younger. My mom said she was going to paint my room and that I could help, so she moved everything out so none of my things got paint on it. My mom had pulled out paint brushes, tarps, a ladder, the whole shabang. I remember her placing the paint on the top of the ladder with the paint brush sitting on top. Being the hyper child I was, I really wanted to get a head start while my mom went to go get a few more things that she forgot. I dont even remember how it happened but I tried climbing this huge ladder to get to the top. I had to place my hands on the next step to insure that I didnt fall and break something. Well I cant say it insured me from falling because thats exactly what happened. I was reaching for the paint brush and my other hand slipped and then my feet followed. Of course my instinct is to grab the closest thing to hold on but it just so happens paint cans aren't very stable. When my mom came back upstairs with some things in her hand, I could just see the horror in her face. A fallen ladder, light blue paint everywhere, and then her youngest child. Covered in paint and crying. My mom was rather flustered with what I had managed to do. For a moment though, I couldnt tell if she was mad at me for making such a mess or about to laugh because there was her little blue blob sitting in the middle of the tarp while the floor was covered in any paint left in the can. Once she started laughing, she began picking up her things and I started crying more because I thought we werent going to paint my room after all. She settled me down and told me she had a brilliant idea and then laid down next to me in all the paint. As she stood up, so did I, and she directed me towards the walls. She told me to place my back against it and press my arms, legs, and head against it as well. Once I moved, there was more of an outline of my body than anything but my mom picked up a brush and filled in the missing parts. At the end of it, our bodies outlines my walls while my mom tried cleaning herself off as much as possible. It was definitely one of my better memories, of course until Tristan and Dean came over asking to play right after this incident. My mother said I was condemned to my room until i cleaned myself up and some of the things in my room. And now here I am, years later condemned to a room to clean my act up. If only it were that easy.

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Dont kill me please!

Well actually I probably deserve it being I just sorta left....

What is my excuse?

The one thats always the problem; SCHOOL!!!!!

This is more of a filler chapter but hey it's something! Right?!