Crazy"I don't believe in fate or destiny. I believe in various degrees of hatred, paranoia, and abandonment. However much of that gets heaped upon you doesn't matter - it's only a matter of how much you can take and what it does to you" ~Henry RollinsMore Like This
Bart Simpson stared aimlessly at the padded walls of his cell.
"You're safe, he can't hurt you. You're safe, he can't hurt you" the thirteen year old repeated over and over again.
The enemy that Bart had feared for three years had now somehow gotten in his head.
"Well I must say this is a nice turn of events, I'm free as a bird, and you're the one in a straightjacket" the wild haired man teased.
"Shut up! You're not really here!" Bart yelled.
"Seeing things again Mr. Simpson?" the young nurse asked as she walked into his cell.
"It's him again" the boy whispered.
"Bart, Sideshow Bob can't hurt you, he died remember, his whole family was at the funeral" the nurse said. She stuck a needle into his