The Insane Initiative
Chapter three- Getting to know you.
I open my eyes to the same room I was in the previous day. I got to sit up and I remember. Everything hurts. I look around and find to see Tony sitting in one of the chairs in the room just staring at stuff. I yawned. He looked over. I tried to look away like I wasn’t the one who yawned but there were only two people in room. Just me and him. It must be interesting to be a billionaire. I’ve never had lots of money or fame. The only fame I’ve ever had was in second grade when I won a coloring contest and got a free taco at Taco bell. Tony got up and walked closer to me. I don’t know about him. Like what did he want so bad to sit in this room until I woke up? He must have wanted answers himself.
“So. You’re awake. Do you mind if we play a game of ‘tell me about yourself’?” He said. I nodded. But I realized that I was really thirsty. I hadn’t drunk anything since when I had the grape pop on the day of the attack. Huh.
“Uhh. Sure. But maybe could you get me some water first? I haven’t had anything to drink since… well… that day.” My voice was really hoarse and crackly. And I usually don’t talk until about an hour after I wake up. I hate talking to people when I’m tired. He went over to a sink and got a cup. He filled it with water and gave it to me. I went to grab the cup and it almost spills. My hands are shaking so bad I can hardly take a drink without getting a little water on myself.I give him the cup back and he sets it on a table nearby.
“So for starters what’s your name? Because you never told us it last night.” he said.
“My name? A-amy Risinski.” I stuttered a little. My nerves were getting to me.
“Ok. Hey Amy. So let’s get to the ‘what’s your life story part’. I wanna know.” Tony really seemed interested in my life. Defiantly interesting.
“Uhh. Well my life isn’t really that great. So I was born in Cleveland, Ohio 1996. When I was seven my life kinda took a downward fall for the worst. My emotions were always uncontrollable. My mom and dad were concerned about me so they took me to a physiatrist and he said I had a really severe form of manic bipolar disorder. The doctor said that it was really surprising to see a seven year old with such a severe mental illness. So he put me on some medicine that made me happy all the time. It sucked. If I was mad I would have a smile on my face while arguing with my parents. So eventually I quit taking it and I basically became ‘crazy’ I had really bad hallucinations. They were tactile, auditory, and visionary. It got really bad when I was nine so my parents took me to the local hospital so that I could be treated properly. This hospital was just a regular hospital for physically sick people. They had a ‘behavior’ division but not anything for people like me. So they told me about a mental hospital in France that I could go to. They had people that spoke English and had translators. My parents refused so the hospital brought the law into it. They said that I was a danger to society and that I couldn’t be contained in a regular hospital. The law payed for me to be flown to France and then to be sent to the French hospital. I don’t really remember much about my time in there because I was always sedated. They eventually gave up on me so they gave me a different medication and upped the recommended dosage. I was twelve when I came back and continued with school. I was in Middle school and wanted a fresh start. It was the opposite of a fresh start. I got really low. There were bullies. I got called the crazy one, insane, happy joy joy, and lots of really bad names. I started to get suicidal. I self-harmed a lot. My mom noticed again and took me to the same physiatrist. He gave me a depression medication. I would seldom take it. I was supposed to take it every six hours. I skipped days, even weeks and it got really bad. So my mom took me to Europe again, this time I went to Brittan, France, and Germany. I went to about five different places in my stay. I was thirteen when I left and was fifteen when I came back. High school was a combination of online and regular classes. I go t suspended once for taking a knife to school and cutting myself with it. I was taken to the hospital numerous times for suicide attempts. So long story short I’m here now. And I hate it. I should have been gone when I was thirteen.” I said. I was out of breath so much I became light -headed.
“Wow. Seems you found the right people to help you. Obviously on accident though.” He laughed at that last part. I just smiled.
“Yea. I guess I have. But you. You’re stereotyped to be self-centered and condescending. Also very rude. But you’re not that! You. Tony Stark took the time to get to know me. To listen to all my crap! You guys are all I have left now.” I started to cry. Mom probably got killed in New York.
‘Where is all of your family? Don’t you have uncles, grandmas?” he said with concern.
“They all got killed at a family reunion last summer. Long story short there were numerous bombs set up around the park.” I’m surprised he wanted to know. My tears were still flowing down my face. Tony threw a box of tissues at me. I smiled.
“Well then consider us your family. Even Fury. Well maybe. If he doesn’t want get to know you too. His way of getting to know people isn’t friendly.” Tony said.
“Well then. Should I steer clear of him?” I was getting really out of breath.
“Uhh. Yeah. For a little while. Want some more water?” Tony asked.
“Yup. Thanks.” He gave me the cup. I proceeded to drink some and I spilled some more on myself. Damn my shaky hands.
“You okay? Your hands seem too excited there.” He just looked at me. I chuckled a little bit. It hurt but it felt nice to laugh again. I haven’t done that in a while.
“Yeah I’m good.Where is everyone else?” I wondered since there was no clock anywhere in the room.
“Probably sleeping. Or cooing breakfast for themselves. They never share.” he answered.
“Shit. What time is it?” I panicked. I can’t skip my medication. Bad things will happen.
“Eleven -fifty –nine. Why?” Tony said.
“Because at twelve I need to take my medication and the last time I knew they were in my pocket to the jeans I had.” I said worried.
“JARVIS. Tell Nat to find Amy’s pants and her meds. They were in her pants.”
“Right away sir.” They thing answered.
“Who’s Jarvis?” I asked.
“He’s my electronic butler. But you’ll meet him later.” Tony said. I didn’t want to answer this time. I needed to catch my breath. I started to panic. What if they don’t find my meds? Will I go crazy? I don’t want anything to happen. This is bad enough. Why can’t I just die already? Oh wait. Tony won’t let me. No one will let me. My mind trailed off in to suicidal thoughts until I had a full scale panic attack. Tony was saying things to the electronic butler named Jarvis, Natasha, Bruce, and Clint came in to help me and something got put in my arm and I fell asleep.
“So. You’re awake. Do you mind if we play a game of ‘tell me about yourself’?” He said. I nodded. But I realized that I was really thirsty. I hadn’t drunk anything since when I had the grape pop on the day of the attack. Huh.
“Uhh. Sure. But maybe could you get me some water first? I haven’t had anything to drink since… well… that day.” My voice was really hoarse and crackly. And I usually don’t talk until about an hour after I wake up. I hate talking to people when I’m tired. He went over to a sink and got a cup. He filled it with water and gave it to me. I went to grab the cup and it almost spills. My hands are shaking so bad I can hardly take a drink without getting a little water on myself.I give him the cup back and he sets it on a table nearby.
“So for starters what’s your name? Because you never told us it last night.” he said.
“My name? A-amy Risinski.” I stuttered a little. My nerves were getting to me.
“Ok. Hey Amy. So let’s get to the ‘what’s your life story part’. I wanna know.” Tony really seemed interested in my life. Defiantly interesting.
“Uhh. Well my life isn’t really that great. So I was born in Cleveland, Ohio 1996. When I was seven my life kinda took a downward fall for the worst. My emotions were always uncontrollable. My mom and dad were concerned about me so they took me to a physiatrist and he said I had a really severe form of manic bipolar disorder. The doctor said that it was really surprising to see a seven year old with such a severe mental illness. So he put me on some medicine that made me happy all the time. It sucked. If I was mad I would have a smile on my face while arguing with my parents. So eventually I quit taking it and I basically became ‘crazy’ I had really bad hallucinations. They were tactile, auditory, and visionary. It got really bad when I was nine so my parents took me to the local hospital so that I could be treated properly. This hospital was just a regular hospital for physically sick people. They had a ‘behavior’ division but not anything for people like me. So they told me about a mental hospital in France that I could go to. They had people that spoke English and had translators. My parents refused so the hospital brought the law into it. They said that I was a danger to society and that I couldn’t be contained in a regular hospital. The law payed for me to be flown to France and then to be sent to the French hospital. I don’t really remember much about my time in there because I was always sedated. They eventually gave up on me so they gave me a different medication and upped the recommended dosage. I was twelve when I came back and continued with school. I was in Middle school and wanted a fresh start. It was the opposite of a fresh start. I got really low. There were bullies. I got called the crazy one, insane, happy joy joy, and lots of really bad names. I started to get suicidal. I self-harmed a lot. My mom noticed again and took me to the same physiatrist. He gave me a depression medication. I would seldom take it. I was supposed to take it every six hours. I skipped days, even weeks and it got really bad. So my mom took me to Europe again, this time I went to Brittan, France, and Germany. I went to about five different places in my stay. I was thirteen when I left and was fifteen when I came back. High school was a combination of online and regular classes. I go t suspended once for taking a knife to school and cutting myself with it. I was taken to the hospital numerous times for suicide attempts. So long story short I’m here now. And I hate it. I should have been gone when I was thirteen.” I said. I was out of breath so much I became light -headed.
“Wow. Seems you found the right people to help you. Obviously on accident though.” He laughed at that last part. I just smiled.
“Yea. I guess I have. But you. You’re stereotyped to be self-centered and condescending. Also very rude. But you’re not that! You. Tony Stark took the time to get to know me. To listen to all my crap! You guys are all I have left now.” I started to cry. Mom probably got killed in New York.
‘Where is all of your family? Don’t you have uncles, grandmas?” he said with concern.
“They all got killed at a family reunion last summer. Long story short there were numerous bombs set up around the park.” I’m surprised he wanted to know. My tears were still flowing down my face. Tony threw a box of tissues at me. I smiled.
“Well then consider us your family. Even Fury. Well maybe. If he doesn’t want get to know you too. His way of getting to know people isn’t friendly.” Tony said.
“Well then. Should I steer clear of him?” I was getting really out of breath.
“Uhh. Yeah. For a little while. Want some more water?” Tony asked.
“Yup. Thanks.” He gave me the cup. I proceeded to drink some and I spilled some more on myself. Damn my shaky hands.
“You okay? Your hands seem too excited there.” He just looked at me. I chuckled a little bit. It hurt but it felt nice to laugh again. I haven’t done that in a while.
“Yeah I’m good.Where is everyone else?” I wondered since there was no clock anywhere in the room.
“Probably sleeping. Or cooing breakfast for themselves. They never share.” he answered.
“Shit. What time is it?” I panicked. I can’t skip my medication. Bad things will happen.
“Eleven -fifty –nine. Why?” Tony said.
“Because at twelve I need to take my medication and the last time I knew they were in my pocket to the jeans I had.” I said worried.
“JARVIS. Tell Nat to find Amy’s pants and her meds. They were in her pants.”
“Right away sir.” They thing answered.
“Who’s Jarvis?” I asked.
“He’s my electronic butler. But you’ll meet him later.” Tony said. I didn’t want to answer this time. I needed to catch my breath. I started to panic. What if they don’t find my meds? Will I go crazy? I don’t want anything to happen. This is bad enough. Why can’t I just die already? Oh wait. Tony won’t let me. No one will let me. My mind trailed off in to suicidal thoughts until I had a full scale panic attack. Tony was saying things to the electronic butler named Jarvis, Natasha, Bruce, and Clint came in to help me and something got put in my arm and I fell asleep.
please update this. It's so good. I love this story so much.
10/27/16