Twenty (Revised)

                                    

                                          
Isaac listened quietly and attentively as the person spoke. He still wasn't sure whether they were a man or a woman, but it would be rude to ask. He hoped they would tell him soon. He sat around in a circle, looking around as he/she spoke. "Isaac, my name's Donna. Donna Wilkins. Now, you may be wondering why you're here. Would you like to explain it, class?" The whole group besides Isaac responded in unison, sounding monotone, like robots. "Because some people need a little push in the right direction." He also noticed that they gritted their teeth while saying it, and he inferred they didn't like it in this place. The therapist continued speaking. "Isaac, this circle is a community. Here, you can feel free to share any of your feelings. This place is for people to connect, to understand each other's feelings. This is a friendly zone. The main reason this place is here is for people who need a small push away from a tragedy, or an impending problem. This isn't a loony bin; it's a place to get help. With that, we're going to have everybody introduce themselves, saying their names, then giving a short bio about who they are.
                          
"Jerry Spidelman... I guess I like to... read?"
                          
"Marissa Bates. I like to party, and get crazy! (No pun intended)."
                          
"Teagan. Teagan Hunter. I really like to watch T.V."
                          
"Adrian Bratschi. I like Pentatonix, and other bands. I like to write fan fictions as well, and used to like to read, well... ask my old friend Aria about that."
                          
That was all of the people in the group. There weren't as many as Isaac thought, and he wondered how many people total were in the asylum. However, he didn't ask this question. If he even opened his mouth, Matt would be the one who was really speaking. It would be out of his body, with his voice, but it wasn't him. It was another body, but a spiritual one. "So, Isaac, tell us about yourself." His thoughts were cut off, and he looked up to see that everybody was gazing at him. He kept his mouth shut, and the therapist asked again. He wasn't sure what to do, so he just shrugged, looking down at his feet. His therapist asked a third time, but then she said that some people were shy, so they left him be.
                          
Isaac had barely escaped that one. He had to figure out what to do with Matt soon, otherwise he would get in huge trouble. To distract himself, he thought about whether the therapist was a man or a woman. Finally, after much consideration in almost no time, he decided that she was a female. Once again, he was cut off mid-thought. "So, Isaac, do you know why you're in here?" Isaac shrugged once again, and the therapist looked at him intently. "Say something, Isaac. Anything." Before he could think, his mouth automatically opened, and he let it slip.
                          
"You're a b****."
                          
The therapist looked offended for a second, and her face turned sour, but after another minute she calmed down. She looked at him with an eerily calm expression. "See, Isaac? This support group is to help you let go of your true feelings. Now that you've said that about me, what can we do to help change your opinion?"
                          
"Matt is in this room right now! He's a terrifying pyramid figure, but he isn't a prism. He doesn't separate color; he is color himself. He is the true God, the Satan of the over world. He'll get me, I just know it! Help me! HELP ME! HELP ME RIGHT NOW! By the way, are you a man or a woman?"
                          
The therapist looked at Isaac like he was from another planet, and then she stood up, pulling him to another room. This one looked like a regular doctor's office, and he knew that something bad was going to happen. A few minutes later, he was greeted by a man dressed in a white lab coat, and he was told to lay down, which he did. He was examined for a minute, and then he was asked to speak. He tried not to say anything, but once again Matt prevailed. "Matt, the pyramid, is here right now! Monsters, bees! He took the cake and stuffed it in the gorilla in the corner's mouth."