Does Love Come With A Manual? (00)

Chapter 26

Daniel

When the people from the crazy house came I kind of thought they were coming for Meaghan or John. I mean they were crazy. But, 4 people dressed in all white tackled me while I was in Becca's bed. They pulled me out and put me in a straightjacket. "Why are you taking ME?" I screamed at them. I really didn’t want to use all my power. They would seriously think things were out of the ordinary. "We're taking you were you should be!" said one of the men dressed in white.

They dragged me through the living room and Sam and Brandon were sitting on the couch, staring at me. "Sam, Brandon, help me!" I screamed at them. They quickly got up and asked were they were taking me. Sam took hold of the one that was carrying me out of the dorm. He was Mexican by the look oh him.

"To Maine's psychiatric hospital," The man said his face full of annoyance. He spoke with a heavy accent. Shit, I've been to one of them before. "Why?" asked Sam with a confused look on his face. "The boy thinks he's a vampire, I think that’s reason enough!" laughed one of the other men in a white inform. The Mexican tightened his grip on me. I knew I could slip out of this straightjacket in less then 3 seconds flat, but that would mean I would have to kill them if they saw me do it. I didn’t want to kill anyone in front of Brandon and Sam.

The Mexican man who was carrying me looked down at his arm, Sam had him in a tight grip. "If you don’t let go of me, I will have to call authorities!" the man warned. Sam warily let go, turning his eyes toward me when his hands were by his sides.

After about 10 minutes of shuffling around in the elevator, we finally got into the van. They threw me into the back and they all fit up front. I sat there, leaning against the side wall. How did they find out? Who told them?, I asked myself. I pondered over this for a few minutes when I gave up. For how old I am I've only been in this situation about 2 or 3 times now. It’s a fairly easy thing to get out of.

A few minutes later the van stopped and a single person came out of the front. He opened the door, and eyed me cautiously. He was very tall, but had huge muscles. And he was very tan with a shaved head. "You really think you’re a vampire?" the man asked. I just shrugged. It was best not to answer any questions, I learned that over time. "That’s fucked up," he whispered.

He motioned for me to come. I got up (vampires have a great sense of balance, no hands needed! ^.^) and walked over to him. He stared at me in awe, then he shook his head. The man lifted me up and swung me over his shoulder. We walked through the asylum quietly. I could hear people screaming from behind walls. This is what I hated about being here. No matter how far away you are from someone completely insane, you can still hear them.

The man who was carrying went straight to the front desk. "I have Daniel Asyl hear to be admitted." he informed the young woman behind the counter. "Hello, Barney," the woman flirted. I could feel "Barney" tense up, he liked her, liked her a lot. But not in personality but sexually. There was an exchange of keys and then me and Barney went on with our trip to get me a padded room.

"Here we are, Dan!" Barney said, letting me down and unlocking the door. "Don't call me Dan," I said harshly. Barney turned around and gave me a strange look, I frowned at him. He swung the door open and pushed me in. I landed on the padded floor. He stepped over me and took my jacket off.

Barney left right after that. "Have fun in there, Dan!" he yelled as he walked North, opposite the hall we came from. He didn’t need to yell, I could hear him fine. When people yelled, it hurt my ears. Although, Becca screams all the time, but that’s different. Shes so amusing. I'm not going to see her in a while though. I sighed. What will she think when Sam and Brandon tell her? I didn’t have the slightest clue.

I looked around the small room. It was about 7 by 8 and a window on the door. I could hear breathing to my right when I faced the door. "Look at this, its so ugly. There is something wrong with it," the woman whispered. "I need a knife. Maybe if I chew it off it will…….." she trailed off. She had Apotemnophilia, I knew that from the beginning. She wanted to tear off healthy limbs on her own body. Mental diseases are fascinating. For the next couple of days, I'm going to have a lot of fun here.