It's funny how things work, you make a machine that almost kills a guy and then you rebuild it with a few tweaks here and there, and use it all over again. It's painful to hear the screams, people yelling in pain as they pump electricity through their vains, I never got why they used it but apparently they were trying to make us "normal" but the way they call normal here in crossfield you can tell what they really mean is that their trying to makes us human. Its like we're some abomination that needs to be fixed, that our way of individuality and differences make us inhuman and crazy. There wrong there all wrong, you see it isn't the person that is crazy, atleast not at first, its the people around us that drive us to insanity.

"I'm not crazy...i'm not crazy...i'm not crazy..." The guy across from me was Michael Sampson, he was once a business man who was fired from unprofessional behavior, everyone in his life called him crazy even the people he loved the most and now he's here holding on to the belief that he's not crazy but he is, yet the reason why is altered. He's crazy because everyone made him believe it, his differences made him insane because everyone seen it as a flaw unfit for society. People are cruel...

"STOP!" A man was being dragged through the hall by five men. He trashed and yelled, "I'm not insane!" They threw him in the cell right next to Michael, he rushed to the door and banged hard, "DON'T LEAVE ME HERE, I SWEAR IT WASN'T ME!" The men closed the screen and walked in different directions, "I DIDN'T KILL THEM, I'M NOT CRAZY!" I heard him slide to the floor and started crying.

Many people came into Crossfield but none ever got out, that's how it works here. Its extremely rare that we get visitors or anything. I remember the day when I came to crossfield, its a day that could never be forgotten.

My parents were killed in a fire, but the autopsy showed that they were killed way before that. I was the only one to make it out alive, mumbling a Darwin quote "Only the strong will survive..." over and over, until I seen blood on my hands and came back to reality. The obvious blame was put on me, I was 10 at the time.

At the detention center, I was called crazy a lot and the reason was obvious. Every time I would see fire I would black out and mumble, "Let it burn, let it burn to the ground. Show them who the strong are..." over and over until someone has the guts to slap me back to reality. Eventually I started acting at night, sleep walking around. Somehow I got out of my cell and would bang my head into a wall or something til morning or light a fire. People were afraid of me so they finally quit the mental hospitals and just brung me to Crossfield.

As for family, there was only few and none of them was close enough to visit nor did they want to. My grandparents died a year after I came here, now and then they would show up for a birthday or Christmas. I wasn't allowed to leave my cell unless it was for the electric chair, I'm classified as a danger to everyone. I have to stay away from fire and other stuff.

"LET ME GO!" I remembered the men as they dragged me into Crossfield, they told me I was going to visit my grandparents but I was tricked. "I DON'T BELONG HERE!" I thrashed and screamed just like any other new person that enters this place, "I'M NOT CRAZY!!!"

There are some people though that have gone insane, they enter talking all kinds of nonsense like the sky is falling, or their drowning or they broke their leg. They would talk and talk, crying, laughing, clapping, banging, mumbling. It makes me wonder what thoughts go around in the mind of a mentally unwell person.

Eren, listen we're the same, you and I. I can get you out of here.

"Who are you?"

A friend, look your not like these people your special that's why you can hear me.

"What are you talking about, get out of my head!" I held my head in pain.

You have abilities people can't even comprehend, trust me. How else do you think you would of got that machine to break?

"What?" My head was throbbing, "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

The men ran in and stopped me from banging my head into the cushioned walls, which I didn't even notice I was doing til know. I began yelling and holding my head in intense pain, "MAKE IT STOP!" I screamed, "MAKE IT STOP!" I felt tears fall down my face, "I don't belong here..." I fell to the floor and noticed a needle in my shoulder. I passed out immediately.