sanity

robbie

6 years after the murder, 6th year inside the mental hospital.

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"what's your name?" sydney asked the little boy she saw at the hallway, crying.

"i'm... i'm robbie." he sobbed.

she sat beside him on the floor, and hugged him.

"how old are you?" she asked.

"i'm 6. my mummy just left me here." he said.

"why so?" she asked.

"mummy said i have an illness. all she keeps on telling me whenever i ask her is that i have mpd. i don't even know what that means." he cried.

multiple personality disorder.

"sometimes.. i'd suddenly sleep at random times, like whenever i play at the playground, then i'd wake up in a different place, and i'd see my mummy crying." he said.

sydney couldn't say anything else. so she just hugged him.

and robbie did too.

"will you be my mummy here?" he asked.

she ran her hands through his blonde hair, and she looked at the little kid.

"sure." she said with a smile as she wiped the tears on her cheek.

robbie kissed her cheek and hugged her tight.

"i'm scared." he said.

"me too." sydney whispered.

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(unedited a/n)

will you guys still support my future stories? i already have one in mind and idk if i should post a prologue or something. what do you think? :)