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[JIMMY PATRICK SMITH]

This whole experience was a waste of time. How was spending time in an asylum supposed to help you get better? Throwing a nutcase in with a bunch of other crazy ass people wasn't going to do a damn thing. Not to mention most of the guard's were just as messed up as the patients. It was bullshit. He hadn't even been here for very long and already he was sick of it. He didn't deserve this, hell if any one did it would be that asshole that he stabbed. It wasn't his fault, the guy had it coming. Besides, what harm would come from depriving the world of one less jackass? Exactly.

With an aggravated sigh Jimmy walked down the halls. There was nothing to do, as usual. The most productive thing he had done was lose his guard. That wasn't too hard to do. It was like they thought Jimmy was stupid, like he didn't know what he was doing. Truth was, he was smarter than a lot of people. Though he really didn't care what they thought. The boy had been through enough within the past few years, he didn't need to add on the extra weight of worries.

He continued to walk through the halls until he reached the cafeteria. It wasn't an ideal place to be, but at least he was alone. Hell, he didn't really care where he ended up, as long as his guard wasn't following. He moved passed the doors and automatically took a seat at an empty table. There weren't very many patients around, which only put Jimmy in a better mood. He wasn't up for dealing with another patient, he didn't have nearly enough patience to listen to them ramble on about their problems.

It was clear enough, with everything that had happened, it really took a toll on his outlook on life. He wasn't the same loving boy he used to be, that part of him was dead, long gone. He was cold, heartless. He liked seeing others struggle, something that sickened him before. He was the exact opposite of what he used to be. He didn't care about anyone, he was only looking out for himself now. He spent far too long looking over everyone else, it was time for a change. Besides, he had lost everyone that he truly loved, what was left for him? He was a broken down man, pushed to the final limit. There were no more second chances.

He leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms stiffly across his chest. He kept his stare down toward the table, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. It was sad, how someone could change so easily. Though, he couldn't really be blamed, he blew up, completely broke down. He was sick, tormented. The thoughts that crept through his mind were not for the light hearted. His dreams were even worse, like something new had taken over his mind and body. He wasn't Jimmy anymore, he was someone else all together. However, it didn't really bother him, he would just have to embrace it.

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