I'm re-writing Hatters backstory.

Cheshire belongs to PUGSANPIZZA01
Silver belongs to FireDragon1028
Sebastian belongs to ll-Teddy-Bear-ll

The Northton Aslyum isn't somewhere you go to get better. It's where they send you when everything else fails. Where they sends you if you're to dangerous for even the police. Where they send you if they think you're crazy.

I'm not crazy.

They sent me here a year and a half ago. After the police finally caught up to me. After they finally figured out it was me. After they finally  managed to capture me. I didn't go quietly though. I'd thrashed and kicked and I'd stabbed someone with my knife.
My knife.

They'd taken that away from me as soon as they had me in cuffs.
"So you don't harm anyone else."
They'd taken my hat as well. And the small broken sliver of the porcilin teacup I'd kept for years. How was I going to hurt anyone with those? I need to get them back. I need to get out of this hellhole.

I'm not crazy.

I have talked to Cheshire. Glitch is a real person. I wasn't wrong to kill those people. Just because the cops haven't seen Cheshire dosnt mean he isn't real.

I'll admit, there was a time when I thought he wasn't. I thought he was a figment of my imagination. A guardian angel that watched over me as a grew up. Not that he ever did much guarding. Where was he at my thirteenth birthday? Where was he during that fistfight in third grade? Where was he when I killed all those people? Where was he when the police found me and brought me here?

But when he was there, I could feel him. His presence. I always felt calm and safe when he was around. Those where pretty much the only times I felt that way.

I never feel calm or safe here. I feel angry, and broken, and helpless. And scared. Scared that if I don't find a way out soon, I'll go mad. I'll be insane like everyone else here.

Like CeeCee, the ten year old who takes order from a doll. Like Silver, who has fits and attacks everything she sees. Like Maniac, who refuses to take off his mask and has chats with demons. Or like Yumi and Nekutai, the twins who keep to themselves and attack anyone who tries to talk to them.

I have to escape, but there are only two ways out of Northton. Either someone has to come pick you up, or they throw your dead body down a chute to rot.

I'm not crazy, but if I don't escape, i will be.

The food, if you can even call it that, is horrible. It's watery and colourless and bland. You have to eat everything with a spoon, because knifes and forks are 'too dangerous.' It's not hard though? The food is basically soup.

The cafeteria is about the size of a middle school school gym, with metal tables and chairs. Each table can fit about four people.

I go to get my food, then look for a place to sit. There are only about twenty or thirty people at Northton, excluding staff, and I know about half of them. I decided to sit at the least crowded table, where a newcomer sit by himself. He'd only arrived about three months ago, and I hadn't talked to him yet.

"This spot taken?" I asked him. He looked up.
"No." He said in a bored voice. His bright pink hair was surprisingly well kept for this place. His white uniform was clean and his green eyes weren't yet dull and sad like everyone else's.

"So why are you here?" I asked, taking a bite of my disgusting meal.
"Because the police are stupid." He growled, more agression in his voice than I was expecting.
"How so?" I said, looking at him.
"They can't locate a building that's on top of a giant hill in the middle of nowhere."
"Maybe they where looking in the wrong nowhere."  I suggested. So far, this conversation is boring.
"No. I was there. Phantom Hill Hoapital is a real place. I was there for five months before they let me go. I tried to bring him with me, but they wouldn't let me." He raved. "I went back for him. I promised him! I-"
"Hold up, who's 'he?'" I interrupted. He glared at me like the answer was obvious.
"Sebastian. Sebastian Athena Onami."
Like I would have known.

"Is he your brother? Your friend?" I don't know why I'm stil talking to him. He's just another psycho in a hospital for psychos.
"I don't know what we where." He admitted. "I would say boyfriends, but..." He sighed. "Most people would say I'm to old for him. You probably would."
"Why? How old is he? How old are you?"
"I'm nineteen. He was fourteen. Almost fifteen."

I recoiled. This man was a pedophile. He should be in prison, not here.

"I know you'd think that's wrong. And I guess it was, since I was sorta almost dating Peter. But I never actually told him I liked him. I guess he just assumed I did because I let him bite my neck every night to feed."
"Feed?" I was almost afraid to ask. He rolled his eye.
"Yes, feed. That's what vampires do."

Maybe this man dose belong here, if he's in love with a vampire and lived in a nonexistent hospital for months. That Sebastian guy probably doesn't exist either. What sort of fourteen year old would want to be with an adult?

I leave the table soon after and go back to my room. I'm supposed to have some sort of arts and crafts class now, but I swear if I have to make one more macaroni portrait, I'm going to kill someone.

I try my door. Locked. Not surprising. I look for a key, but there's nothing around my door but a clipboard with my information on it. I look at it.