My Obsession

They told me they would fix me. Yeah right. They made it perfectly clear that they couldn't. No matter how much therapy or medication they give me, they just can't. They also told me I was sick. That I could never be the same, which is a big load, considering that I haven't changed since I was 11.

It was never my fault I liked pain. And blood. And fire. Nope, it wasn't. If it was up to me, I'd blame Andy, my older brother. He was the one that set the house on fire. He was the one that made me like being hurt. He taught me how to handle the pain, endure it.

And it was his fault our parents are gone and I was put in this place for the rest of my life. Though, I've never heard of someone that left this place alive that wasn't one of them. They are everywhere; the people in white. I want to punch them every time they come near me.

Ashmore Mental Asylum can't fix me, or my obsessions.

I don't own Avenged Sevenfold or Andy Sixx [Lord only knows what I would do to them if I did]. I own all original characters, and the storyline. This story was inspired by irememberthoseeyes's story I Need A Hero. Don't steal, or I'll spork you into oblivion. No joke. Thanks xD