A/N: I couldn't help putting this part up so fast, I want to get this story finished so I can move onto other stories, and finish "I don't believe in vampires", so the last cliffhanger was for the few who read it yesterday or today, now you get the last chapter, yes last. But I promise you a sequel. Just look out for it. Thanks to Hudson-396: me glad you still like. cannibalistic smurf: …sorry? Don't die, you'll miss the last chapter… this one! Kiss me I'm A Pirate: No I'm a pirate so kiss me. + this is the last chapter

I hope you all read at least one of my other stories, they'll most likely be strange, you like? And all tension shall be released…


Chapter 18 (conclusion)


Ever get that feeling like you were falling in a dream? I have a lot. Plus my dreams seem to go on forever. My mind is murderous. I rubbed the tired burning feeling from my eyes, the sun was shining through the tiny barred window. Joey walked calmly from our bathroom with some paper. "Am I really this fat?" He asked smiling. I looked at him dumfounded, Joey? From our bathroom? The hospital? The barred window? I never thought I'd be so happy to see this place. ""I'm just kidding, don't look at me like that, birdie. I like them, can I keep them?" I nodded and continued staring resisting the urge to get off the floor and hug him.

"How old are you?"

He cocked his head to the side, "Oh! Talking, huh? I'm fourteen, are you sure you're all the way awake, birdie?"


"Yeah, do I look younger than that?"


"Will you draw me while I'm awake?" I nodded and sat up. He sat down on the ground in front of me while I reached over to grab my pencils and paper out of my drawer, and set them on the ground. Joey ran his index finger across the pencils. I pulled them away instinctively. And pulled my 6b off the ground placing it back into the drawer.

"Joey? Why aren't you allowed to have sharp things?"

He looked up at me and looked back down at the ground frowning. "I used to cut myself a lot." He pulled up his sleeve and showed me his arm where there were so many scars you could barely see any un-mutilated skin.


"I was lonely." He looked into my eyes, his seemed so much younger, "I've never had any friends, or family, I just moved from foster family to foster family." My dad used to hit me, why are you here anyways."

"I hurt myself a lot." He smiled and beckoned me to continue drawing him.

"It's a small world."