I sat on my bed, fingers curled, trembling, tired around the matters. My legs dangled from the side. Iron frame creaked, calling my eyes to its rusted surface.

"You okay?" Asked a taller, older girl. She was making her own bunk across the room.

"Yes. My... Violent is just a little reckless. Scary, that's all." I felt the need to sit up straighter. I had a Violent, the only Violent at the Insane house.

"You got the Violent?" She asked, eyebrow quirking as her face told me she was impressed.

I nodded.

"You must be Cassidy. Top of the class, right?"

Another nod. I was too of the class. Little did she know how unqualified I was - my scores were secretly manipulated in the silence of night by good 'ol Slate.

"Sophie by the way." She smiled.

"That's a pretty name." I commented lamely.

"Thank you." She said, part of her words being cut off by the blaring beep from the lazy intercom. "Good look with your Violent."

"Thanks. Good luck with yours too." My feet punched the cement floor, jarring me slightly. I shook my head at my own stupidity. Shoulders brushed shoulders as I made my way out of the dorms.

The walk to the Restricted was lonely: every other guard headed the opposite direction. My hand faltered at the handle and I felt the need to glance behind me. I didn't. One wrong move and you're sent to the ruthless King.

I pushed the door open and strode inside. I was immediately greeted by a large room, similar to the interrogation room, with a wide, one sided glass window on the left. I could see two figures, both crumpled on the floor.

Number four. I thought to myself.

And Mike. Mike was lying face down, breathing raggedly. I couldn't look right at him. Purple sliced through air and punched every wall. Temptation asked me to shield my eyes.

My fingers found a button on the wall by themselves. I watched for a few minutes as his emotergy dropped and dropped. Ten more and he stood, stumbling and putting a hand on the wall for balance.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of dear slap me. I didn't want to let him out. I didn't want to let a person like him out, not after what they made him do.

I pushed away all my feelings, trying to make myself into the Kale girl, the one who had no color.

My mind made up a creak as the door opened, as if seeing the monster behind it made my life a horror story.

My heart leaped. He was standing closer than I thought, only a few feet from me.

"Cassidy." He said, regarding me with an oddly calm look.

"Are you mad? I'm sorry. I didn't think-" I started.

"Mad for what? You haven't done anything wrong, correct." His voice was so weird.

"I guess not... Out of curiosity, what happened in there?" I guestured to the room.

With our looking he replied. "I was having a nice chat with the young boy." He smiled. "Guess he's fallen asleep now."

My head could win a marathon the speed it was racing. He didn't remember, his brain wasn't letting him remember. And I wasn't going to be the one to tell him.

"How nice of you Mike." I said.

"Thank you, Cassidy." He nodded politely,then started out of the room. I glanced back at the dead child on the floor, knees still brought to his head. He couldn't have been more than eight.

"Are we heading to lunch then?" He asked, tilting his head at me.

"Not right away. You have a written test to make up first." I explained, leading us to the cafeteria.

"Wonderful. Do you happen to know the subject matter?" He turned into the old filing room where the glasses had been stored.

"Can't say I do." I frowned, his new character killing me.

"A surprise then. Wish me luck Cassidy." He grinned and swiftly stepped into the room.

"Good luck," I said clumpy before he disappeared.

I can't believe I did it. I can't believe I did it. I'm an idiot. I did the one thing seventeen people told me not to do and several diffent occasions. The one thing that Briggs pain to the things I love. The one thing, the four joints I was told not to screw up, now sit on ice at night.

I can't believe I hurt my hand. I took the bandaids off, but they still hurt like hell, even though being in he'll doesn't hurt (don't ask). I feel like I want to punch a wall just to try to get the pain to leave. But hey, it isn't like I haven't dealt with this crap before, I'll just tough it out and swallow a crap ton of medicine.