Campbell Hospital for the Mentally Insane

[HappyBeingMe]

((Its alright! Cx))


Cassie sighs at her food and pushes it away. "Sorry ma'am but I'm just not hungry." She says.. Cassie was never hungry, it worried her at times because she wasn't skinny. She had the perfect body. She figured that Nyla forced the body to exerxcise when she is in control. Cassie watches Conan as he eats, her head tilted a bit to the side as she tried to ignore Nyla, who was singing 'I Love You, You Love Me' rather loudly.

 

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Conan looks up at Cassie and smiles, gulping. "What do you want to do today?" He asks her, biting into his toast and chewing on it. "You're kind of stuck with me now, because you're probably the sanest person in this place that I've seen yet." Well, he thought Cassie was sanest, but Nyla was a whole other story. "So yeah, what do you want to do today?" He looks up slightly when he sees a person walk into the room, looking as though they're looking for someone, they look over at Conan and they smile in recognition, before beginning to walk over.


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[HappyBeingMe]

"Oh, I don't mind. Perhaps we can visit the art room?" She suggests then looks at the person tgat was walking over. Her head tilts slightly and she turns to Conan with her eyebrows raised. 'You can go to the art room alone.'

 

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"Yeah... Yeah art sounds great." Conan says slowly as the lady walks up to their table. "Conan Heidnik? You have visitors," the lady smiles, pointing in the direction of a door. Conan turns and sees his family, his mother sniffling slightly, his father smiling. His sister obviously hadn't wanted to come, and had probably stayed with his brother. He stands up quickly and looks down at Cassie, before pointing at his family and looking at them. "Go away, I don't want to see you. You put me in here, you made me seem weak! There's nothing wrong with me!" He shouts as he walks over to them, his mother letting out a little shriek and hiding behind his father who was stone faced and looking up at Conan. "Please Conan-" his father begins but Conan puts his fingers to his own lips and shushes before moving his finger so it was pointing at his fathers chest. "You're the weak ones. You shun me for who I am, make it out as if that's wrong, that it isn't normal but I am STRONGER than you weak people will ever be!" He was giving an outburst now rather than yesterday because overnight he had realised that his family had put him here because they didn't want to have a psychopath as a son. They didn't want the responsibility, or the higher probability was that they didn't want to hurt their pride and reputation by having a murderous kid.


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Cassie raises her eyebrows and pulls her knees up to her chest as she watches Conan shout at his family. 'Look at the way he treats them.' Nyla says, a tutting sound ringng through Cassie's ears. "They put him here, in this awful place." Cassie whispers, completely understanding why Conan was angry.

 

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His father looks taken aback and stutters for a moment, about to say something. Two orderlies had rushed over, ready to intervene if something happened. Conan's face looks as though he's planning something, as he spits on the ground in front of his father, "do you think I'm sick?," he asks his father, putting his arms on his shoulders, and his father hesitates before saying back "You're here to get help." Conan sighs before he slaps his father round the face, "I don't need it!" he complains and the two orderlies grab Conan's arms and pull him away from his father, over to a corner to calm him down.


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Cassie rests her head on her knees and hums softly to herself, a slight smile on her face. Violence entertained her. "London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, London brodge is falling down.... My fair lady." She sings before a quiet chuckle escapes her mouth. She might have looked innocent, but she had a twisted mind, a very twisted mind. She was just good at hiding it.

 

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Conan pushes against them, not wanting to be in the corner. "I'm not crazy!" He shouts, looking over at his father when he said it. His mother finally spoke up, "you're a psychopath! You're crazy! You're crazy!" She broke down in tears again, having to run from the room, and his father looked nervously around and at Conan before he ran from the room and after his wife. Conan starts to laugh hysterically and pushes away from the orderlies again, who have a right hold on his arms. "Psychopath, psychopath! You're a psychopath Conan!" He relaxes slightly and one of the orderlies let's go of his arm.


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"Crazy? I'm not crazy my reality is just different than yours." Cassie says, a giggle coming from her mouth before she turns and looks at Conan, her head tilted curiously.

 

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Conan locks and unlocks his jaw, before turning to use the arm that had been freed to punch the orderly who was still holding into him. He punched the orderly straight in the nose, feeling it crack and blood trickle onto his fingers. He quickly dives out of the way of their grasping hands again and grins at them, before running over to Cassie. "To the art room?" He asks her quickly, holding out his hand for her to take.


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"No time to lose!" She laughs, grabbing his hand and running towards the art room, giggling evilly the entire way as she sang more verses of her song. "Build it up with silver and gold silver and gold, build it up with silver and gold my fair lady!"

 

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When Conan got into the art room he was happy to find that it was empty, and he shut the door and quickly pushed a table in front of it, he didn't want to be interrupted when he felt violent. He turns to Cassie and grins, before walking over to paints. He grins even wider and picks up two bottles of paint and turns back to Cassie again, holding them up to show her.


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Cassie takes one of them and sticks her hand in, them she wipes her hand on a canvas happily. She keeps humming to the tune of London Bridge and she smiles maliciously.

 

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Conan leans against a table and watches her. Maybe he would have to take back what he had said earlier. It would seem he was the sanest person in this joint, this girl was finger painting and singing london bridge. Conan grabs the red paint and shakes it up and down before he opens it and sniffs it. He wondered what would happen if you drank paint, would it kill you? He turns back to Cassie, setting the paint on a table, and he sits down. "You okay there Cas?" He asks her.


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"Yes, quite wonderful actually." Cassie says, looking at Conan and flashing him a beautiful smile. "Quite wonderful."

 

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Conan nods and leans back in his chair, sighing. She was acting like a child. A cute child but still a child, and as he dipped his finger in the red paint and dotted it onto the table he got an idea. "Hey Cas?" He asks softly. "Do you wanna play a game?" He smiles widely, looking at her and not blinking. Maybe she had three personalities, this one might not have just had a name, or maybe he was just actually getting to know her.


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"Oh, I like games." Cassie says, a strange glint coming onto her eyes as she looks over at Conan. "What kind of game?" She asks as she puts the paint down and wipes the paint on her shirt, the green smearing over the black.

 

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He grins and moves his chair so that he's facing Cassie. "We're going to play dead bodies." He says and a glint comes into his own eyes, but disappears as fast as it had appeared, "but you won't actually be dead." He points to the bottle of red paint. "I'm going to make you look like you died in a horrific way, but first we need to make this place look like we've been fighting." He points at his surroundings as he stands up and kicks the chair he was sitting at over. "See?"


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Cassie smirks and she pushes over a few cans of paint, watching as the colors mixed together. She then knocks down an easel, and turns back to Conan.

 

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"Great!" He tells her, his thumbs pointing upwards, then he grabs his bottle of red paint and he walks over to her, and he picks up a black paint just in case he decided he wanted that too. "Hold still." He whispers, smiling at her, as he begins to paint Cassies face as though she had blood coming from her nose and lip, and that she had a black eye. Then, he pours red paint onto her clothes and he uses his hands to smudge it, making it look like she was bleeding from her neck. He uses the black paint to make it look like a thin line was present, like he'd actually cut her throat, and then he steps away and pours blood onto his hands and onto his white shirt.


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"Am I pretty yet?" Cassie jokes before laughing a bit. Her face becomes serious, though, when the orderlies start to bang on the door. "No! Stop it!" She screams, her voice high pitched and a terrified look on her face.

 

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Conan grins and grabs her arm, pulling her into the middle of the chaotic room. "Now you have to play dead," he whispers to her, turning her so that her back was to him and she was in front of him, his hands are on her shoulders softly. "Like fall or slump in my arms or something," he advises.


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Cassie nods and her body falls limp. She has always known how to play dead. When her mom's friends would touch her, sometimes she'd play dead and they'd leave her. Cassie falls back into Conans arms with her eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling, it lookedvas if she wasn't breathing, but she was, very very slowly.

 

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Conan had a scalpel in his hand that he'd found in the art supplies when he'd given the paint to Cassie, and he ever so gently held it up to the edge of her throat where the black line ended. He could almost feel the adrenaline rushing through him, screaming for him to press a little bit harder, to actually kill her. He could do it, she would have walked right into his plan and he could kill her right here easily, but he doesn't, he keeps the blade gentle and a little away from her throat, and as the door springs open, the table moving with it, the orderlies come rushing in, screaming for him to put the knife down and to drop the girl, some of them look genuinely afraid, some of them edge closer towards him to grab him. To them, the scene looks all too real, and as Conan grins maliciously, he waits for them to figure out that they'd been pranked psychopath style.


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As the orderlies edge closer Cassie fights to keep a maniacal laugh from escaping, and she listens hearing some of the breaths that the orderlies were giving. They were falling for it, perfect. Quickly, almost a blur, Cassie grabs the scalpel from Conan's hand and she twists to where she was looking at the orderlies, her eyes dark and senical, her mouth etched into a smirk, she then looks at the scalpel in her hand and laughs loudly before dragging it across her wrist, real blood leaking. "I liked that game, perhaps we can play it again sometime." Cassie says before skipping around the room, dodging the orderlies.