"I've killed her.." Muttered Maxwell, sitting in a chair while being tied up in a straight jacket that prevents him from physically hurting his peers around him. The doctor wrote down a note on the clipboard after he confessed his sin of murdering someone and met his horrifyingly dull gaze of emptiness. There was never a sign of remorse in Maxwell's chocolate-brown eyes, just pure darkness that nobody can comprehend why. The doctor slightly leans forward in his seat, curious about what drove him to kill someone in the past and present.
"Tell me, why did you kill her?" asked the doctor, ready to take notes as he clicks his blue ink pen. Maxwell looked away for a split second, his eyebrows furrowing in what seems to be anger by the way he huffed.
"That's none of your business. Just let me go for once," Maxwell responded aggressively in a low tone, slightly squirming in his straight jacket like he's trying to break free. In which could never happen. If only he was strong enough, however, he's weak and skinny as a toothpick. The doctor wrote down another note on the paper on the clipboard; "The patient doesn't want to explain why he had murdered one another." This whole time, Maxwell was darkly staring into the doctor's soul before it was finally time for another patient to come into the doctor's office.
"Alright, time for you to go. Now go." The doctor sternly stated, with no room for argument.
Two security guards helped Maxwell stand up and walk outside of the doctor's office, and left him in the hallways as another patient comes inside the doctor's office for their turn. Maxwell stuck his tongue out at the security guards as he walked further away from them, back into his room where he isolates himself from the others. In fact, it was quite immature of Maxwell to stick out his tongue to the security guards. No communication, just nothing but himself in the room. He then sat down on his bed, yearning to break free from this straight jacket once and for all. He pondered to himself, "Maybe one day I'll be free from this place." And that thought repeats in his head, over and repeatedly. Hours have passed, and Maxwell is still in his room by himself. He refused to accept coldly what he had done wrong to deserve confinement in a place like the lunatic asylum.
He rather not recall the crimson filth pouring from where her heart was. Did he regret it? Kind of. But to him, it was worth killing that annoying girl who was supposed to be his friend. His only friend who was willing to help him no matter what. When it was time for the asylum patients to have their nap time, the lights went out. There was only pure silence, nothing else. Maxwell seems to be the only one who stayed awake.
"Do you regret it?" A girl whispered in his ear, causing him to gasp in surprise as he fell on his rear onto the cold concrete floor of his room. He didn't expect someone to appear out of the blue. The thing is, she doesn't look like she's the patient from the lunatic asylum. There she was, a slight frown on her face, her dirty blonde bangs falling over her eyes. She was wearing a light-gray dress with no sleeves, no pair of shoes nor socks, just her in a light-gray dress along with her bare feet touching the cold, concrete ground of his room.
"W-who are you? What do you want from me?!" Yelled Maxwell, horrified by the sight of the girl. When he blinked for a split second, she just.. Disappeared without a trace. Except for the fact that there's a paper ball lying on the concrete ground. He stands up from the concrete ground and made an attempt to break free from the straightjacket to no avail. In order to try to work smart, he called out for the nurse patrolling the hallways to come and unwrap the paper ball for him. Sadly, she just rolled her eyes at him and continued to do her job by patrolling the dark halls. Maxwell cursed under his breath, pissed off about how cruel the staff was in the lunatic asylum. They should be helping the patients, not the opposite of that! How utterly rude. He decided to open the paper ball later and went to bed, preparing for another tomorrow as he closes his eyes to rest in peace.
Inside a dream, there was a ton of red chrysanthemums, blooming from the motionless body of a girl he couldn't remember the face of. Maybe it's because he refused to remember certain people or whatever. Maxwell was just sitting with his bare hands, holding his knees, his chocolate-brown eyes filled with the same emptiness. Again, there was no remorse, just cold acceptance of what he had done to her. "If Talia didn't bother me about crap that involves being a good person, then maybe she wouldn't have asked for this," Maxwell quietly thought to himself. He pulled his dark-blue bob with his bare hands, grunting in frustration. "Why did you make me do this?! You literally brought this upon yourself; it's your fault," He muttered to himself, cruelty shown in the tone of a madman. "Things would've been better if you weren't annoying long ago.."
"WAKE UP!" the nurse yelled behind the door as she loudly bangs on it with her fist, causing Maxwell to jump out of bed and fall onto the concrete ground. Her aggressively loud voice gave him a headache early in the morning. He groaned as he tried his best to get up as all the doors open for all the asylum patients to get out of their rooms. Obviously, it was time to eat breakfast, according to the announcer that told them to line up earlier. Maxwell grabbed his tray of breakfast that freshly consists of two pork sausages and scrambled eggs, and took a seat at the back table by himself. None of the others want to sit with him and try to get to know him, but at least he's fine with being alone. They're obviously just as crazy as him. While the others have their little chit-chat, Maxwell was just picking his cooked sausages and scrambled eggs in peace with his eyes closed for a moment. The pork sausage was perfectly warm, just the way he wanted them to be cooked. Same for the scrambled eggs that are just as good as the sausages. Yummy! The only thing he likes about the hellish asylum is the food, that's all. He doesn't like people; the people here are just assholes. Maxwell shook his head and took a deep breath, trying his best to at least enjoy one thing about his day; food.