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Title: I'm not crazy.
Author (S):Me, Nadine or Dina
Warnings: Dark humor, attempted suicide, drama, gay themes, ect.
Summery: Kevin is in an institution with some bright characters. Will
he come to terms? What is so wrong?
Characters: Kevin, the rest of the guys, Kallie, Kara, Stan, Fred,
Bill, Dr. Davis
Now on to the story……

It was another tour; it was some new C.D., a new rumor, more hate, stress, and another piece of the world on my shoulders. I sat in my room and cried. What more could I do? My lyrics haven't been coming. I can't form a sentence. I freak before an interview. I'm shacking the whole time! Me! Mr. Backstreet.

I don't want to get up in the morning. When I do I'm moody or not even there. I don't realize what I'm saying; if it's good, if it's bad, or make no sense at all. My wife may leave me. She said I was crazy. At least she thinks so. She doesn't have to say it. I don't
need help or some dumb shrink! I won't go! I don't care! Dam everything. I'll be dead by the time this dammed journal is found. Say good bye to KEVIN SCOTT RICHARDSON!

"Kevin? … KEVIN?"

Kristin Richardson walked up to the master bathroom and found the worst thing a wife can find. She found her half-dead husband.

 

"OH MY GOD" she punched out 911 on her phone.

"911 what's your emergency.
"My husband slit his wrists."
"Okay ma'm is he breathing?"
"Yes."
"How much blood?"
"The whole floor is red"
"Okay what's you address?"
*
"Kevin, Kevin wake up."
"Wha.."
"Kevin I'm Dr.Davis. I'm the Psyc. Council here."
"I'm not crazy"
"Never said you were why did you try to kill yourself"
"Do you even know how my life is?" his brow furled.
"Yes, I do. You're a perfectionist in a hard time consuming career and marriage."
He started at her. "Want to tell the major parts?"
"No"
"Okay, well I'm always here.."
"I want to see my wife."
"Okay then will you talk to me?"
"Alright"
She went to the intercom and pressed the button

"This is DR. Denise Davis can you send Mrs. Richardson to her husband's room."

"Yes doctor."
"Thank you"

"HI."
"Hey."

The silence was thick and hard. He finally spoke.

"You are leaving me?"
"Kevin do you even love me anymore?"
"DO YOU?"
"Don't yell."

"I don't know."
"Neither do I. How about we separate?"
"What ever is best for you."
"Thanks Kris"
"I love you in some way, some how, Kevin Richardson."
"Good bye Krissy."
"Good bye Kevin."

"Kevin your therapy starts tomorrow."
"What ever, doc."

Tuesday
"Welcome To Psyc. 205, Kevin. This is our group; Bill, Fred, Stan, Kara, and Kallie. This is Kevin."
He didn't like this. He wasn't crazy and these people were. He sat
down but said nothing.

"Alright how about we tell Kevin why we're here. Kevin we go in order of the circle like how I introduced everyone."
"I lost my job and couldn't take anymore so I committed my self."
"I like fire. But it's baaad." Fred was a nut and Kevin knew it.  He talked like a child.
"I'm perfectly normal., But the doc says I act like others. What do you do Kevin?"
"I'm a singer."
"Wow me too …"
"Stan." Reprimanded Dr. Davis
"I tried to kill myself."
"I'm peachy keen, so I'm nuts."
"You have an illness and you need to accept it."
"Fine I'm manic. Either way, any way."
"And Kevin."
"I fucked up in life and I fucked up on killing myself."

****WEDNESDAY
"So group after Kevin introduction shall we begin therapy or do we need to learn about each other more?"

"We're ready."

"Alright, let's group two BIG problems we have. Kevin you may do more and you can write them down if you want."

"Done?"

"I am.'

"Stan?"

"I have no problems."

"What about acting like others?"

"I don't."

"Another private session this week." mumbled Dr. Davis.

"I like fire, a lot! Fire nice, warm…"

"But isn't it funner to draw fire? Firemen just put out your fires but you can't do that to a picture. How about you draw a picture of something you like besides fire?"

He stared at her. Like he was puzzled. "Oookay."

"I need a new job and a physical I think I'm sick."

"Okay we can get you one and you're sure this time not like last time when you had a headache and thought it was a tumor?"

"This time I'm sure."

"I need to make up with my husband and relax."

"That's very good Kara."

"My family needs to understand I'm Bi and won't be perfect." Dr. Davis nodded    

"Kevin will you share today."
"I'm not perfect but I want to be. And even though I'm loved I feel neglected. I think the problem is I'm selfish."

"You can't ever be perfect and we can find out why you don't feel so loved. You are not, to me, a selfish person. You're too low on self-esteem. … All right Kevin you and Stan have private meetings with me later. We're done for today."

THURSDAY
Kevin walked in to Dr. De's office. `De' was what the staff and patients called her and Kevin was settling in as a patient. "Okay Stan see you tomorrow."
"Bye doc. Hey Kevin! How you doing?"
"Fine Stan. I'll catch you later."
"Sure I wrote this song and may you could...”
"STAN" yelled doctor De. This patient was hopeless. Funny but
hopeless.
"Bye"

"So Kevin got anything to tell me?"
"I want to go home."
"Okay. Will you hurt yourself again if you go home?"
"No."
"That was fast. Are you sure?"
"Doc I know what I'm doing. I was upset and wasn't thinking."
"Okay. What do you say you stay here for another week and we'll chat on anything further."
"Fine can I leave now?"
"Yes." Sighed Dr. De. Kevin would be hard to reach. Just when it seemed he was settling he stopped and rebelled.

FRIDAY
Kevin sat around and did nothing. He thought about trying to get out of here, how Nick was, that kid always worried him, and how his fans were holding up with his absence. The fans took this to heart. Some message boards said `this was going to happen' or `I knew it".

"Well another day another group and the quicker out of here!" muttered Kevin

"Welcome Kevin." Smiled Dr. De.

"Yeah."

"Okay anything new?"

"Nope these meds keep me cool, calm, and collected." Said Kallie with a hint of resentment in her voice. It wasn't that her illness was new it was just open now. She was an adult with no parents to resent or deny it. This meant she had to accept it.

"I feel great doc."

"I want to play with the fires!"

"You can't remember fire is bad. What else do you like and no fire paraphernalia?"

"I like…Crayons."

"Okay we'll play with crayons later. Kevin?"

"I'm dandy." Kevin rolled his eyes. This was hell.

"Alright. Bill?"

"I need to find a job."

"Very good. You think you're ready for something new?"

"Yes."

"Cut the bull! This is whacked up. I'm out of here."

"Kev-"

"Richardson is right! Bye."

Kallie and Kevin walked out into the entertainment area. Their friendship beginning.