Vincent's POV
I sat alone on the floor I haven't said anything, eaten anything, and or drank anything today. I started to rock myself tears in my eyes.

"Stupid, inconsiderate, useless, pointless, insane, maniac, soulless, disgrace,"

I continued to whisper the words Dr. Rays had told me today. I knew he was right after all how could he be wrong. I try to be good but it's not working he still hates me.

"Disappointment, meaningless, joke, idiot, dumbass,"

I behave fairly well yet I'm always treated like this worst criminal here.

"Fucker, worthless,"

I'll do better I say but he doesn't believe me.

"Liar, pig, sick, junk, asshole, trader"

I smiled weakly I don't know why but theirs always this thought in the deep depts into my mind. If I think really hard I can imagine a time when someone actually cared about me. It made me feel happy and less lonely.

"Slut, bitch, wine baby, dick, jerk,"

I can't remember who brought me such happyness but I hope to meet them again.

"Insecure, weak, squealer,"

I curled up in the corner trying to sleep.

"Ugly, fucked up, murderer, crack head, fat-"

I passed out.
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Dr Ray's POV (bet you weren't expecting this!)
I watched the tap over and over and over. It was Vincent's last shock therapy. I've always hated Vincent but what he did to Scott drew the line I will make sure he pays for it. I'll make sure he goes through 7 new stages of hell before he's released. Son of a bitch. I growled and stood making sure to leave thing where they were before I entered and headed home for the night I can't wait til tomorrow.

(Sorry it be short but I be tired mateys hope ya enjoyed it anyways. Keep her smiles *smiles and waves*)