This story is going to be about two children, and other people. Enjoy! 

Prologue

NOVEMBER 20, 1999

Peter FordField was a teacher at St. Veronica's Montessori. A well respected art teacher in the senior high schoolers section.

 One day he was moved to the junior high section and found 13 year old Lillian Rosette, she reminded him and looked almost too similar to his childhood friend Phoebe. Since his best friend is married and he still loves her.. He projected his obsession for her to Lillian. Stalking, following her, picturing her, until he was caught by her boyfriend Damian Hall, he was fired of course. Unfortunately this only enraged him, and his pedophilic lust bursts out like a volcano, exploding emotions flowing like lava, his lust burning like magma, he wrote a note to her, pretending to be her lover, she naively went there and felt cold hands touch her, her screams were muffled by his forceful kisses, staring at his eyes was like looking into an abyss of no remorse.. He dragged her to the car and kidnapped her.. And that's how their firstborn was made. 

APRIL 10, 2009/2013

Lillian was pregnant with another child, for ten years it was hell on earth after living with Peter. Fred was her first born and had so many mental problems, he was hard to handle and often dropped things by accident like a Jinx, after that, her second child, Dahlia was born.. Ever since she was kidnapped, the shame she felt by baring his children, she snapped, she saw Fred and Dahlia as a way to cope with everything.. Lashing out and 

Insulting them, she saw them as devil spawns, jinxes, treating Fred like her doll, husband, punching bag, dog, her scapegoat. While Dahlia was neglected, she was often locked in a room, starving; Lillian would often smoke in her face and use her cigar to burn her thighs. Dahlia reminded her of her innocence. And she envied her. Fred reminded her of Peter who took it away, his strawberry blonde locks, his pink eyes and how it gleams in the dark, his rosy cheeks. EVERYTHING and she hated him. Fred and Dahlia were the result of her problems. Dahlia was very close to her older brother and often comforted his troubled mind, while Fred was her caretaker, brother, father, mother, and friend.

Their Father, Peter. Was worse.. At night he would bang on the door of Dahlia and Fred, he's the reason why they tiptoe around the house, because if he heard you, it's over. Often he'd succeed in taking off the clothes of the children, and dragging at least one of them to the bedroom, mostly it was Fred, although Dahlia was his favorite. Fred would often protect Dahlia, he'd lock her inside a closet so that his father can't reach her, he'd often get beaten up for her in the process, he'd tie his own son to the bed and whip him until he's dry, then, he'd nicknamed his son during these "activities" calling him Lilly and reliving the days when she was younger.

Four years later, Lillian snapped completely, she grabbed a pillow and slowly walked up the stairs.. Creaking with each step, she slowly opened the door.. Peter saw her, but had a blurry vision due to his alcoholism, her shadowy silhouette looming over the door, she approached him and pushed a pillow on his face as hard as she could, suffocating and drunk, he blindly smashed the alcohol bottle and stabbed one of the shards in her arm, thrusting it in so that it's skin deep into her veins, her anger, frustration, fear, despair, and a life of misery made her look past the physical pain in her arms, and continued her assault. Peter's arms were going from desperate punching, stabbing and scratching to weak but desperate flailing.. He was losing his breath and she could see that, as he continued to fight back his satisfying whimpers and fear could be heard, and then, the lack of oxygen finally took a toll on him and his arms stopped moving.. Dropping completely still. 

Next was the children—before she could even think about it, she felt a cold feeling in her stomach, something sharp enhances inside her stomach.. Was inside her.. It was pulled out as slowly as possible so that she could feel every inch of it, then..she fell on the cold hard ground and saw her own blood, the feeling starts to burn a bit, but as her heart raises it began to burn a lot, her breath was fast but shortening, the last thing she saw.. Was her child, Fred. His pink eyes gleaming down at her in the dark like a predator, his hands covered in her own blood, he had an impish grin.”You Jinx… F-Fucking jinx” she spoke, gurgling in her own blood but the boy's smile widened up higher than the Cheshire Cat “I want you to remember this moment before you go to hell with him..”  

He whispers softly, kneeling down to her level, and grabbing her chin, forcefully looking up at him. He leans against her ear and whispers “Because that's how we felt every time you two hurt us.” he grins, watching gleefully as she passes away. The pool of her blood slowly spread and painted his feet. And sirens can be heard in the distance. The police expected to find the missing Lillian Rosette and the perpetrator. But instead they found two dead bodies and children. Due to his mental problems. He was sent to an Asylum, Dahlia’s name was changed legally by her aunt so that she won't face harassment. Her name is now Dolly Rosette. Her brother was renamed to Frederick Rosette.

Chapter One: The Jinx

It has been weeks? Months? I don't… Remember 

Ever since the woman that gave birth to us has passed, I have been sent here to the County State’s Asylum. How boring and torturous it is. I couldn't fit in, some children make fun of me for not being made out of love but lust and force. Everyday at 7:30 I eat breakfast, after that at 9:30 am I go to group therapy and then at 11:30 is when lunch starts.. For the rest of the day. My therapist gives me pills to lessen my hallucinations. And I basically draw for the most part. After that tedious and boring day, I go to bed at 10 pm. And the cycle repeats, as I try to sleep, A stupid retarded rat came squeaking and making chewing noises, it sounded like wet, the upper and lower lip smacking against each other, the chewing sounded like a jackhammer pounding against a fragile wall, it's munching was getting slower and louder as it looked at me dead in the eye, I HATE IT. 

I stood up from my bed, and catched the rat before it could even think about running, I grabbed a nearby pencil and thrusting it inside the rat’s ass, all the way to the womb, it was hard because some intestines and bones got in the way, so I had to put the pencil out and push it back in as hard as I could causing more blood to spill all over the table, my hands, and my clothes, it wailed and whimpered, it only stopped making noises as I stabbed the heart. I pulled the pencil out, a nurse caught me in the act, she had a look that the woman who gave birth to me had…What was it called again? Her face was so pale that it could blend in with white walls, her pupils dilated and turned smaller than a bug, So I was forced to wear a straight jacket again. 

JUNE 20, 2014

I was in my room one day, and I saw a car. A woman threw a doll at a little girl and drove away. The little girl had blue hair, but that's all I could see, as I was all the way up in my room on the 10th floor. I was stuck in solitary for two days until a nurse came and I was allowed to roam around the Asylum once again. I attended another group therapy session and I get to see her up close now. She noticeably has long blue hair as I said before, a shy demeanour, fidgety behaviour, her eyes dart around the place nervously like a soldier looking for assassins, her eyes are a different colour, her right pupil is pink, the left is blue, just like a cat would have, about the topic of her eyes, she also has something in the eyes that is mostly common in cats, slits. She's as pale as a porcelain doll, and has pink rosy cheeks.. Wait.. Why am I overanalyzing her???? 

Oh wait.. Normal people wouldn't have blue hair.. Or.. Is it dyed? No.. If it was then her eyebrows wouldn't be blue as well.. Maybe she's sent here because she was an anomaly? How pathetic.. I have pink eyes, and nobody compliments my difference nor asks. Perhaps it's because of her cat-ish appearance? She does have slits on her eyes.. As I lost myself in her features, she waved at me with a sheepish smile on her face.. I turned my gaze away from her immediately after, I felt my face turning hotter.. What's wrong with me?!

 After the group therapy. I immediately went to the direction of the library, but I was forcefully grabbed by the shoulder. I turn to look and it was Ridley and her simps, that stupid blonde fucking whore, her impish smug makes me want to pluck her head out with my bare hands, or spilt her head in two by grabbing both her twintails and slowly rip her apart.. I genuinely don't know what's stopping me.. “ where are you going?”  Ridley asked me with a snide look on her face, she begins to push me around and her simps followed what she did, she pulls out scissors from out of nowhere, and her simps 

Grabbed me from behind, holding me in place, I struggled to break free, as soon as I was about to defend myself, we all heard a camera flashing, the perpetrator immediately ran off, causing Ridley and her goons to chase after her, I really was going to kill her.. But to be frank. I was going to lose, I walked towards the library, and as I soon got there, I heard a loud thump and metallic clanging as if dropped hard on the floor, so I checked. There, I saw a panting and wheezing girl, it was the blue girl, she had a camera with her, she sat down. 

Tired and exhausted, she noticed me, and waved awkwardly “ you saved me.. Didn't you?” I asked her, she nodded sheepishly “ I was able to g-get away from that b-b-blonde girl”  she muttered softly, seeing the open vent above, I could see how she managed to escape “ Why did you do that?? That's stupid, they'll know it's you”  The girl shrieks, the noise sounded like a kitty's meows, her eyes dilated the way a cat would.. “ She's… She's.. She's.. Errr.. Gonna-”  “ Yes, she is, and you're fucked”  I interrupt her mid sentence. 

“ I-I-It's Ok.. Uhm.. I sent it to a doctor.. So she's probably in solitary.. I hope…”  She twiddled her fingers nervously, as if she was unsure whether or not her plan was successful. I went towards her and bowed my head a bit to her height “ Answer my question first. Why did you do that?”  I studied her face for a bit, she wasn't keen on eye contact that's for sure, her constant shaking tells me that, one: she's very awkward; two: she's bad at lying; or-

 “I… I  didn't like it.. How she.. Treated you, she was so nice to me during.. Our.. Our…Our.. Our group therapy, but.. She was being.. Vile to you, and I happen to have a camera and I just.. Did it..” “Well, she won't be nice to you after this.” She interrupted my damn monologue.. But somehow, what she said touched me. My eyes feel like it's about to burst out of my eye socket and the optic nerves swirling around to turn into hearts with both my eyes combined and mushed together into one grotesque transformation into a beating heart. This was the only girl, that wasn't my sister, who was caring.. Who gave a shit, maybe it's because she didn't know me yet..But..I want to keep her. 

“Uhm… I'm Fred… Frederick Rosette” the girl replied to him “I'm Henri. Henri… Hen. He.. Henrietta Darling.” She smiled sheepishly at me. “Stop stuttering, it's annoying.” Henrietta bowed her head a bit “sorry!” I sighed at this… It's so pathetic it's painful to hear and watch. She sat down at the chair, her back leaning against the chair as she lazily took a book from the table beside her, she opened the book, as her fingers brushed against each page she turned, she was heavily hyper focused on reading it. It almost looked like she was in a trance, as if a siren's song was lulling her eyes to follow each word in the book the way she mumbled, is... This what people call… A crush? It's so nice, she saved me too, she's so nice… Whenever I looked at her, I feel like my spine would rip itself in half and twisting itself and rearranging my bones into a heart. I feel like I want to burst into confetti and reveal my beating heart. I feel like my brain is going to squish and churn until it's shaped like a heart. Wow. I LOVE THIS "Hey..." I said to her.

 I didn't know how to start conversing. Can feel my heart pound by milliseconds after milliseconds, it wanted to lead out of my chest… She looked at me curiosity and a sheepish expression... I could feel my hands twitch at my sides, so I hid my hands behind my back, maybe in the process I look cool? Like Elvis. I let out a chuckle, but I immediately regretted it, it sounded more like a hyena's cackle than a deep sexy bad boy, and she's starting to get more uncomfortable, her posture straightened and more tense, her eyes dart away to the left more than before her feet tapping to the floor, begging to move and walk away "H-Hey! I Have a… Uhh… Err… A joke" Henrietta smiles "I love jokes, please tell me! " She looked at me like a curious cat, her head tilting gently to the righ.. I could feel my restraint getting thinner and thinner…

"What city do you live in?" what the fuck did I just blurt out?!

"Uh... I used to live in the Philippines. And then to England. And now here, he-he, why?"

"Well, I wanna become a Philippine flag, will you be the blue to my red and make

 The sun and the stars together?"

I could hear. The crickets' judgment. There's no sound in the room… It was as silent, no. Even more silent than the solitary room. I could feel the room temperature drop, it's as if I'm turning to stone. I could feel my hair rise as well as the burning awkwardness in it all. Until I heard a gentle chuckle from her."hehe that's actually decent. " her face turned pink, she's more of a nervous wreck than before.. But mine was pinker, I could feel the embarrassment take over me.. My legs turned limp, my arms feel like noodles and I can barley feel anything other than my beating heart. I was supposed to make a joke not a cheesy pick up line!

Henrietta's eyes light up in a sudden confidence. Her shoulders slouched upwards and said "Hey, I have joke too, want to hear?" I raised my eyebrow at her. I could feel the corners of my lips rising upwards "Sure, do tell." Henrietta clears her throat hesitating a bit before saying it "Why don't cannibals eat clowns? Because they taste funny" I roll my eyes at this "that's not even original, it's done to death" I feel disappointed to be honest. Henrietta looks down meekly "Sorry" my eye twitched… I could feel my blood boil "I told you not to keep saying that…" I could feel my veins pop like a sore pimple because of this bitch. Not only that, but I swear I want to choke her until blood runs out of her sorry little mouth, but at the same time. I want to hug her so badly until she runs out of air… Both would suffice.

Nurse Kimberly came inside, and we were scolded for skipping lunch, she dragged both of us by the ear I didn't mind, but I hate the fact that she made Henrietta whimper in pain… Soon the nurse pushed us inside the storage room, it smelled like the cigarettes the woman who gave birth to me would use, it's even the same brand. Henrietta meanwhile was coughing her lungs out, I could see why. This place is dimly lit, unkept, and dusty, the boxes are scattered around the claustrophobic room, especially the ones on top, the boxes up there are placed in the edge, one wrong move and that will fall on top of our heads. The light kept flickering in milliseconds. Henrietta's breathing was getting heavier and heavier… Her hands twitching more than ever as she scratched her wrist; her pupils were dilating in fear, as she bit her lower lip… I rolled my eyes at this pathetic excuse "Claustrophobic?" she looked at me and nodded… She is a whimpering mess like now, the sounds she made was just like a cat's cry…

"When will this be over?!" she looked at me with a terrified, pleading look in her eyes. I added "Well… Until she comes back." She whimpers, covering her face in her hands, she continues to cough and sob, I hated this sight, it reminded me of. Dahlia and it's all because of that nurse, Kimberly. I'll get rid of that wrench once this is all over, maybe I'll stick some needles inside her throat, maybe I'd push that stupid nurse in a pile of acid and watch her skin boil, or I could snitch on her and show all the porn videos she made while she was inside this asylum and get her fired… So many endless ideas. Kimberly came back and pushed us out, sneering at Henrietta's whimpers. I could tell she was very proud of herself. Not for long.

I coughed a bit, the vents smelled like smoke, the night-shift nurses usually smoke and hide their cigars inside, even though it was obvious, nobody bothered to fire them or take action. I could see a bit of smoke coming out of it, but it was vague because of how small the vent holes are tightly shut by the night shift nurses.. They used ceramic to cover it up. That's why the holes seems so small in comparison to normal vents, hence why this place is so hot.

Henrietta was sent to her usual therapy sessions. My therapy sessions will happen after Ridley… So I explored a bit. I found the girl's bathroom slightly opened. And saw that nurse. Kimberly, she was in the bathroom, taking a shit… It reeks, then when I inhaled it, my brain made me taste it mentally, my nose became stuffy, and I could feel my lungs collapse at the smell. Then, flashes if Henrietta crying because of her came to me, like a bolt of lightning, I locked that woman inside, it at least gave me some time to prepare my stuff. I looked around everywhere, in the lunchroom, library, snuck inside the doctor's office, and then, the garden. And luck would have it. Acid on the table side, the garden is a place where CCTV basically don't exist, dumb idea by the owners of this place, a wonderful excuse for me, looks like God is on my side.

I stole a clown mask left by Ralph, when he looked away. I snatched it, and snuck away. Furthermore, I went to check if Kimberly was still inside, sure enough, she was. Banging on the door angrily, cursing slurs and demanded to be let out. I went inside the vent and closed it behind me, I held my breath to avoid inhaling the dusts of cigarettes around me, I saw her below, and I wore my mask, I opened the vent as loudly as possible for her to hear, but she didn't because of her screaming and kicking, so I whistled which is enough to get her attention, she looked up, and I poured the acid into her eyes, it melted her eyes, and it sizzled its way to her brain, her now melted eyes reminded me of the bubbles that appeared whenever I blew air into the straw, and the drink would make bubbles just like this one, the acid also melted her head and her skull was slowly revealed to me, she was still screaming, and it got boring, so I went away and went to Kimberly's office to post her porn on social media, I want juice now.

Hours later. Kimberly Sobrano, is found dead, the acid was found in Nurse Penny's purse, because I snuck it in there, so she got arrested.because of the now leaked videos of Kimberly's masturbating, her reputation was tainted slightly. I drank juice… And blew some air into my straw, causing the juice to make bubbles… It reminded me of Kimberly. I was sent to my therapist, Doctor Timothy, as per usual, as usual, he seemed pretty confident, his body language is exceeding gentleness to 'earn my trust' he sat down with his legs crossed… His hair is messier than usual… If he was a pop star instead of a doctor, people would be squealing. He adjusted his glasses and smiled at me "How was your day?"

"The usual, drawing, reading, group Therapy, etc…" I replied, he looked at me with a smile "Sorry I wasn't here last month, but I heard that your psychosis is slowly becoming more.. Less frequent?" I looked at him and replied "Yeah… Cognitive behavioral therapy helps… A lot actually, I hadn't had an episode ever since." I said with a smile plastered on my face, Timothy looked at me proudly, a face nobody made to me before, but he was. Always kind "I'm glad, if we keep that up you might be able to get out of here." "Yeah. I would…" I added. Even though I… Somewhat healed… I still feel like, something's…wrong with me…he raised his brow at me… I immediately smiled again, it's scary lying to him… Because talking to him was like playing mental chess, and your opponent is usually unpredictable. He suddenly dropped this question, and it was checkmate for him. " I heard about the rat. Why did you do that?"

"I don't know either" there was no point in giving him the truth, nor lie about it; so I decided to give my answer, by giving him nothing. He raised a brow at me "So can you recall what you did before you. Did whatever you did to the rat?" He asked me. "I was trying to sleep" Timothy looked at me, as if he knew something... "Did you kill the rat because it disturbed you?" I managed to hide my shock, using an innocent face, how the hell did he know?! It's like he's reading my mind! "Hmm..no." I could feel my throat turning dry, I swallowed my saliva silently, he hit checkmate and I knew I'd be stuck in this Asylum

Suddenly… Like an action movie, my plot armor appeared just like when the hero is about to die from bullets, you could say. It was just luck, he suddenly suffered a stroke, a heart attack." F…F…. F... Fred…table side... Pills... Please..." he begged, my hand reached out for the pills, but… He knows me too much, if I let him live I'll be stuck here in this asylum longer, and he knows everything about me, he's the only smart and competent therapist, everyone else was easy to fool, but him? He's a different story, he sees through my facade. Furthermore, he unintentionally played with my ego like a violin. I need a therapist that's. Incompetent, more easily fooled, I threw the pills away, out of his reach, he looked at me with fear, as if I was some sort of… Grim reaper, I watched him as the life in his eyes dies out, and he passed away, I threw the pills inside the mouse hole in the wall,… And went out to call for help.

Timothy Heiner, was pronounced dead, I was brought to questioning, but they believed my lies. I told them that I tried to help him, but I could barely understand what he said, so I went out for help… I sobbed and sobbed, and they believed, it's either that they're so stupid or I'm just an absolute genius… Maybe, both.

Henrietta went to me with concern on her face "H-Hey! Freddy! Is everything alright? What happened?!" she looked genuinely worried, the face she made looked like a kitten, it made me bite my tounge from the inside of my mouth, I want to squeeze her cheeks! Looking at her made me glad I killed Kimberly. But I composed myself and said." Well, yeah, Timothy is dead.. I was the last person to see him.." I did all the signs of a grieving friend, trying to stop my fake tears from falling down "It's ok Freddy, just let it out.." I cried and wailed in her arms, and she hugged me, she was so soft, she smelled like vanilla. I love vanilla, her hair is so smooth, her hand gently rubs my back to comfort me and my sobbing.. I couldn't help but grin.. Its too perfect.