Christine sat on the thin mattress atop the uncomfortable wooden bed, swinging her legs back and forth.

She's been in here for three weeks- or was it four? She lost track pretty easily.

Somehow, the single match managed to remain uncovered as they thoroughly checked Christine to make sure she didn't smuggle anything in.

The only possession that she brought was a copy of Romeo and Juliet- considering the only possession you could bring in that prison was a few books. Christine sighed.

She didn't have a marker or anything to tally the days she was locked in this dump, but she knew she would be there for a while.

The prison guards were only a little bit suspicious of Christine talking to herself. It was a thing a lot of the patients who were locked up by their lonesome selves did.

Christine knew that she should talk to the Squip in her head instead of conversing with it aloud, and she did most of the time, but the sound of her own voice kept her sane.

The prisoners who had a tendency to be violent weren't allowed in the cafeteria. They were given two meals a day through a slot in the door.

Every time it was the same thing. Christine picked at her food- refusing to eat it. The Squip proceeded to convince her to eat it, succeeding in it's attempts.

Then, Christine either took a nap or read some Shakespeare- she didn't have many options.

Sometimes, she would hum tunes of her favorite songs, which would annoy the Squip to no end.

It wasn't like the Squip wasn't annoying as well.

Step one to being more chill- don't land yourself in prison.

It was times like this when Christine responded in her head. "It was your fault I got here in the first place, you were the one who suggested I do all of those things!"

First of all- when you tied Michael up, you were drunk! You turned me off, which was probably the smart thing to do, considering Michael would be dead and you'd be stuck here longer than you already are!

And then, Jeremy almost died when you failed to turn me off after doing several different drugs- which you shouldn't mix together anyways.

And you listened to me then! You rarely ever listen to me, how was I supposed to know you actually would this once?

I can make your life better, Christine. I can help you escape!

"Yeah, and how did that turn out last time? The only thing I want to escape right now it you! Shut-down."

The only reason Christine turned the Squip off was because she knew it was telling the truth.

Yes, she was the one who did all of those things to Jeremy and Michael. The thing is, she didn't regret it, she honestly didn't care about them. Their pain help subside her's.

When even an ounce of her being started to feel bad about it, Christine thought about how nobody was ever there for her. Michael and Jeremy had each other and Christine had no one.

This, although it was truly terrible, reassured her for her actions.

In all honesty, she wished she had done worse.

That night, Christine dreamed of terrible things.

And she loved every single second of it.

-

Jeremy went to other therapy sessions, but he knew that Dr. Owens gave up on him after the first session or two.

He knew that she told others about his emotional state, despite the contract they mutually agreed to.

He was beginning to despise her overly optimistic attitude. Life seriously wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, and he was sick and tired of her trying to convince him so.

Jeremy's dad, who only visited him once or twice, had refused to get Jeremy a better therapist because it was too expensive.

Jeremy understood this reasoning, especially considering their insurance only covered half of the cost of the hospital bill- which rose ever so steadily as his stay kept being pushed back longer and longer.

Jeremy has been stuck in the building filled with artificial lights and happiness for about a month now.

He was sick of the place filled with death and sadness.

Sure, there was new life involved, but that was in a completely different hospital ward.

Jeremy just wanted to experience fresh air and soft breezes again.

He was going to have to try to recover as much as he could.