I can look at her, and she can look at me. It won't change, will it? She is already too broken to fix, too late to save. She just sits there, digging her nails into her arms, forcing them to bleed. She was not always like this. She was once happy. A happy girl who loved to smile, to laugh, to joke.

Every person has their limits. The jerk has forced her to hers. She just sits there, laughing insanely, digging her nails into her arms. Josh has beaten, yelled, threatened, abused, even kidnapped her and beat her up. I look at her skinny back. She laughs and laughs. Every moment getting louder.

The asylum is empty. Only with the screams and laughter of the insane.

Insane...

He drove her insane, didn't he? They didn't put her in a straight-jacket because there is none that fit her without being too loose. I put my hand on the glass. Gosh, what did he do to you? This bullying case doesn't just involve simple punches and swear words. Does it?

I want to save her. To bring her back from the insanity, to keep her from the ones who would commit such a crime. She digs her nails into her arms, blood slowly drips...

It drips...

And it drips...

And it drips...

She just sits there, laughing insanely, digging her nails into her arms...

Lynx...please...

She just keeps laughing..is she really to late to save?

I clench my fists.

How can I save her?

My shoulders droop.

It's too late...She's...

"Mr...Mr...Nightmare...?"

I look up. She stops. She looks at me.

"...Yes?"

"I...miss you...and I miss school...I...Can I go back...?"

I just stare. She looks at me, the way she used to in class. I was the teacher, teaching her, guiding her...

She stops anything else. She slowly walks up to the glass. Her arms still drip blood. She grabs a marker from the floor.

That marker...

She writes:
(I miss you. I miss school. I miss my friends.)

What...?

She smiles.

(I remember you. I remember them. I remember who did this to me. I'm not completely insane.)

I...

(Please, let me go back. I can stop. I can stop being this way. I can stop this.)

How? Aren't you insane? Who will believe you, if you aren't?

......................

Two months passed. I think about her words sometimes.

I can stop.

My hand slips and the word on the white board falters.

How can she stop? She's insane, isn't she? I want to save her, but...

A knock on the door.

I turn around.

"Um...I...a-apologize...but...t-there is a new s-student in."

"Let them in."

"Mr. Nightmare?"

I can't believe it.

I turn.

It's her.

There are scars on her arms from the scratching, but she is still there. Herself.

No longer insane.

"T-this is L-Lynx Mochi s-sir."

I run to her.

She is here. Here. She is no longer sitting there, laughing insanely, digging her nails into her arms.