CRAZY (Martin Garrix)

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He just can't get her out of his mind, all he can think about is that someone that is that beautiful can't be crazy. He always kind of imagined crazy people looking kind of... well crazy.

He never imagined that they could look like a beautiful angel that's just fell from the sky. Maybe she is an angel and that's why people think she's crazy...

The thought make him feel kind of weird because it feels so distance and it makes him kind of feel weird, like what if being at that madhouse made him go crazy. Maybe she's just in his imagination.

Fuck he can't stop thinking about someone who might not even exist for real, he might just have made her up because he needed something sane in this mad world.

No matter how hard he tries to figure it out he just don't seem to do it, he just tosses and turn in the big bed thinking about her, he don't even know her name or anything.

Can you really be this enchanted by someone you only saw for a couple of seconds? It just don't seem right.

After what seems like hours he decided to give up on sleeping and pick up his phone instead. He just scrolls through twitter and like some tweets here and there, nothing new.

He wants to tweet about the girl but he doesn't because he's scared that people will think his crazy or even worse think that he is writing a new song that will release soon... because that is something he definitely isn't doing at the moment, right now he just tries to focus on what could boost his image until he actually decides to drop a new song...

So he just lays there in the light of the small screen looking through nothing and everything all at once.

What he doesn't know is that the girl, she's laying in her bed with tears still streaming down her face.

She haven't stopped crying since he left, it's been hours sense he left her naked and shattered on the bed in the All too familiar room. She can't seem to stop the waterworks.

The tears just keeps coming even if she doesn't seem like she's crying, no shaking or sobbing just water falling from her emotionless face down to the pink pillowcase.

She don't sleep that night, she's too scared he will come back to try and steal her secrets. He is not allowed to have them.

No one will ever know because if they did the world as we know it would change. She don't want it to change because even if she don't know how real life is she knows that whatever is happening is supposed to happen.

She's not crazy. She know she isn't.

Everyone always talks behind her back about how the voices in her head is making her crazy, but she believes that the voices is the only thing that keeps her sane, they tell her how to act and what to think of.

Like she can't wear shoes or socks because there is a chance of not feeling the electricity in the floor if someone is trying to electrocute her or that she shouldn't stop fighting against dr. Zilester every time he gets in to steal her secrets.

The sun is rising outside of her window but she have no plans on getting up anytime soon, she knows that the nurses will come running soon and make her take her pills... she'll just try to hide them under her tongue hopping that they will forget to check if she actually swallowed them.

She knows that there is a small chance of that actually happenings but the few times they forget she have never felt so relieved, they then don't accomplish their mission to slowly kill her, she then fights for her life piece by piece.

When she lays there she can't help to wonder what's outside of the window, what kind of people that are allowed to live outside the walls.

She knows her parents live outside of these wall, she also knows that they think she's crazy... that's why they put her here in the first place.

At first she used to believe that they put her here to protect her secrets but when time passed and she realized that the people here actually is trying to steal her secrets she also realized that her parents thought she was crazy, just like a lot of other people.

Martin wakes up around 1pm and the sun is shining in to his bedroom like a light that he can't turn off, he wants to keep laying in bed just sleeping his day away... but he knows that there is no way that he would be allowed to do that, he has so much things he have to do today.

The start and kind of the announcement of the charity event is in a couple of days so he have to find something to wear to the gala that will start it off.

He could wear jeans and a shirt but he feels like that it wouldn't really be respectful against the arrangers of the whole thing.

So he gets up of bed to take the world by storm... not really he just slowly makes his way out in to the kitchen where he makes himself a cup of coffee. He needs it before even thinking about going in to town and finding some clothes that people haven't seen him in before.

He could get people that works for him to do it for him, but he just always wanted to pick what he wears out by himself so he won't get lost in the game.

He doesn't want to lose focus on what's important, he needs to keep reminding himself that he is just a normal boy with a job that pays better than most people's jobs.

He doesn't want to turn in to one of those divas that are a nightmare for everyone to work with. He wants to remember where he came from and not get lost in fame.