The Mix(1)

We fought over the toys. We always did. Just the two of us. Me and him.

Today though I really wanted the toy badly. I took it and he cried.

He lay on the floor looking like he was asleep.

The red poured down from the back of his head, in walked the nurse.

I took the toy and ran as she went to get him.

I heard her calling for backup.

I looked at the toy and used my sleeve to wipe some of the red stuff of the toy.

Then went on playing with it.

"So you're saying she's crazy?"

"No just has a lot of mental issues that for some reason were never explained."

"Cause I never told them anything." I sat up then and watched them jump.

"Why, not deary?" The nurse asked.

I did not answer.

They looked at me and I laid back down.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and sighed.

"I never had the words to." The gasps filled the room. I just dozed off. Sleep was my second favorite thing.