Insane

Truth is...my brother has this tendency to attract crazy people...I'm not talking about obnoxious, blunt, eccentric, or anything along those lines. I'm talking about mental illness crazy. Let alone she came up with us for a weekend at a our family's on my father's side up in Michigan. Hey!! That means about a 6 hour drive and I was sitting next to her the entire time...yeah I was stuck in the back...in the middle....next to her...MENTALLY INSANE....for 6 hours. Ok...so I shall tell the story.

My brother is a model/dancer/actor/singer. He was working with this company and recruited this girl who's a year older then me. Succeeded. She became a model. Got great photo shoots...then she takes drugs. Not like the occasional pot..well...yeah she took that also, but she was taking hardcore stuff. My cousin's girlfriend thinks that she took opium from the way she is acting, but to make it worse, she went to a photo shoot that turned out to be fake. She was kidnapped for 6 days...went through 6 different states and the FBI found her. Yes..I do sympathize with her. I feel bad for her. But it's the drugs that she was taking before that sent over the edge. She was sent to the psych ward. She might have actually been sent there before she was kidnapped...I don't know. Anyways, my brother felt compelled to help her once he ran into her because he was the one who got her into modeling in the first place. So she was living with my brother's house for a bit...and found out she had a mental problem. He finally convinced her to go to the psych ward....the idiot doctors released her July 6th...a day before we were leaving for our family's party thing.... -_-'

Instinctively..I put one of my daggers under my pillow. Thankfully, my room has plenty of swords in places that are easily accessible. Anyways, when she was over, I could have sworn she yelled down in the basement...either way...i had this gut feeling she wasn't better then before. She didn't want to talk to anyone, and she was extremely spacey. Ok, I didn't trust her...let alone around my animals...my babies. She, of course, had to come with us up to Michigan. Yep...so that is where it leaves us...me stuck in the car next to her for 6 hours pretty much straight. Yep...she constantly shook and she was randomly talking to herself. Let alone I found out she doesn't have a phone and I would hear her talking downstairs when no one else was around...

While we were on the road, she had to smoke apparently... I hate smoke. It gives me headaches. My brother smokes but he makes sure the windows are down. My brother puts the window down...and she just rolls it straight back up...then my brother tells her to roll it down and she just rolls it down a smidge -_-' I was so close to killing her because she had about 5 cigarettes in about 3 hours!! Death was knocking on her door soon. Thankfully, we stopped at a gas station.

So we get close to my cousin's house and find a restaurant that we haven't eaten at in along time and kill time there so my cousin can get home and do whatever he has to in preparing for our arrival. We are sitting there...coloring on the back of the paper stuff, having fun...then...it happens. One of our family friends throw a coloring box at my sister for playing fun at his drawing and this crazy girl says, "Geez she's you're a f**king whore"...we were pretty sure she wasn't directing that at my sister. Then, after the waitress leaves she says, "Sweet, now I have to blow up 80% of the population...sweet." Yeah, I didn't know she did this until recently. So we were all kind of freaking out. My brother took her out for a smoke and blew up on her. She still continued to talk to herself. I'm so happy that my family in Michigan is as laid back as they are because when they were told about it..they didn't freak out. They were poking fun at it or asking questions about it. I love them to death. Anyways, we get to my cousins and she immediately passes out. Thank God!!! She was out the whole entire time until the next day.

So we wake up, start to get ready...she goes into the shower...and she's talking to herself again. She's literally fighting with herself. The scary part was...we went into the bathroom afterwards...and there was water everywhere...and she was probably in the shower for a good hour...who knows if she was actually in the shower the entire time. I remember her saying that she had to blow up 80% of the world. She's still fidgeting...and then we go to the mall. Yep...she was talking to herself in the mall...so my brother had to basically watch her....yep...destroying family time..even though the reason of going was for a FAMILY party! Ok...so i'm a little irritated.

Then we go to the party...yeah let's just say I blew up on my brother because of her. He couldn't really spend a whole lot of time with the family because of her. -_-'  We get there, my brother gets her some pot because it did calm her down a bit. That was nice. I go to get my phone out of my brothers car, and my brother and her were coming back from smoking. We had some fireworks going off cause it was like 10:30 at night. She says, "I'm going to get shot. I'm going to get shot. Don't let me get shot. Please don't let me get shot." My brother is trying to console her to get closer to the people and sit down and she's still going off about it. This when I was about to punch the bitch and tell her to get over it. So yeah...that's all there really has been so far...but you can bet when I go home...I will probably be stuck next to her for another 6 hours....