Michael closed the door silently. I kept watching Olivia like he wasnt there. I knew he was but I didnt act like it.

"Alison." He said tentatively.

I knew he had been blamed for my no eating phase. Dr. Thompson was all for firing him but since he was the only one who made progress with me he was allowed to stay on, only I wasnt allowed out.

I made Olivia move with my fingers. I felt like her. Other people controlling my life. Other people deciding to keep me here and there.

"Alison you have to talk to me." He said sadly.

I hadnt spoken to him since that day at the park, which was ages ago. Weeks. I thought he might leave and Id be left alone but he kept coming back, saying he wouldnt give up even if I did. What were they paying him?

"Alison listen." He started again. I ignored him.

"I need you to come out now."

Come out?

"Its been a long time now."

What was he talking about?

"And I feel that...well..."

Well?

"You have to tell me about Timothy."

Of the things I hadnt expected from him that wasnt it. He had turned into Dr. Wolf. I had turned him into Dr. wolf. All these thoughts stopped me thinking about Timothy. I wasnt thinking of him!

"Please tell me what happened that nightwhen he stabbed you."

That started it. I screamed. The first sound I had made towards Michael in weeks. I screamed and attack him. Even Dr. Wolf hadnt ever said that to me. Why did they all think that? Why did they blame Timothy? Oh wait, I hadnt told anybody.

I stopped trying to hurt Michael and sat on my bed. I pulled the covers up to my chin. I was keeping all this inside. I was keeping timothy trapped in my soul. I hadnt told anyone. It was all my fault they still thought that. I cried. It was my fault. After all this time I realised that I was doing this. I was making this pain. Why did Michael make me realise these things? I was happier not knowing I was insane. I was happier not knowing I made people think that about Timothy.

"GET OUT!" I screamed at Michael who was edging closer to try and comfort me. He nodded and left. I could tell he was shaken by my outburst. Was he going into the next room to watch me through the one sided mirror? I curled up with Olivia and cried more than I thought possible for one girl.

***

I woke up past midnight. Everything was darker though a small amount of light was pouring in through the window in my door. I could tell no one was watching me now. I must have cried myself to sleep. I thought back to why. I had kept everything inside. I had been the reason people spat on Timothys memory. If only I hadnt let them take him from me like that. All that happened. How did I become like this?

I couldnt take it anymore. Everything was bunching up. Setting fire to my heart. I pulled the mattress off my bed. I looked at the camera in the corner of my room. It was there to watch me at night, I still had methods of self-harm that no one could take from me, but now I needed something more.

I examined the metal below my mattress. It had been something they had over looked and allowed to stay in my room. I dont know why I hadnt thought of it before but I guess I need it more now. The base of the bed was a metal spring net. It was cheaply made and saved money for the hospital. It was a good thing they didnt do things properly here wasnt it?

I ran my fingers over the edges of the net. Most of the edges had been filed down to blunt points. I couldnt use those. I sighed and thought my plan to get out wouldnt work. I was about to give up when I finally found what I wanted, a piece of metal that hadnt been filed properly. It was sharper than all the others. Perfect!

I looked to the camera. If I cut myself theyd see and come running. I grabbed my pillow and took off the case. Hopefully they wouldnt notice. I threw the case onto the camera. It took a couple of goes but I finally got it to stay on the lens. I moved back to the bed. I almost expected to her someone running down the hall but no one made a sound. They hadnt noticed, good!

I moved my hand of the net and found the sharp piece again. It was all my fault. It was the only thing going through my mind. It was my fault. 

I moved my wrist over the metal. I was going to let him out. If I died no one would have to think of me ever again and that would let Timothy go right? It made sense to me. Timothy was stuck inside me and the only way to get him out was to open myself.

I pushed my wrist against the metal as hard as I could. It hurt me badly, forcing that thing into my skin until I bled. It cut through the scar tissue of the last time I had done this. Blood flowed out like it had been waiting for this forever. I moved my other wrist over and cut that one too. I screwed up my face as the fresh pain came to me but it faded after a while. The blood dripped onto the floor. I pulled my quilt to myself and sat on it. It was stained like my clothes. The blood glistened in the soft light. It watched it drip off.

Now you can get out Timothy. I whispered. My tears mixed with my blood. I heard something plop. The pillowcase had come off the camera and now it was pointing straight at me. Great! I hoped that because no one had noticed when it was there they wouldnt notice now its gone. I was wrong. I heard a sudden shout of "Shit" down the ocrridor and they running and someone shouting.

"Get Cathie."

The door burst open and people came in. They cursed. People kept shouting. The others were woken up. Mary slammed her door. I could hear everything.

"Go away." I called feebly.

"Get Doctor Rimes!" Shout one called.

Cathie ran in and grabbed my arms. I would have grabbed them back but crying made me weak and I was crying now. She bandaged them up and made sure to stop the blood flow. I didnt pay attention to what Cathie was doing. I looked up to the door. There stood Michael. He looked sad. Why was he sad? I was in pain, I was the one suffering! He was only doing this to get paid right? But just then he looked like he cared.