Roberts chat in the third person

Found this, was written kinda cool.

Trapped in his cell that was once his home, he paced until he one day saw the news no longer covered the story of who he was or the plight he was in. They stopped caring about him, how? He was once all they ever talked about? Was it to truly be only 15 minuets of fame? Warhol! How could you create such a term! Robert collapsed next to a chair staring at the television which had switched to more light hearted matters.

He knew that shudder...his mind was exacting his punishment.

"So you no longer matter huh Robbie? I told you this was going to happen but no, you don't use your damn head anymore do you Robbie? Do You?! No....you used that thing you call a heart. It's been broken so many times.

"You realize no one wants you. They never did"
"No." Robbie said softly, his body rigid, and voice failing. "That's not true."

"But it is you idiot! None of them wanted you, you forced yourself on them like a priest on an alter server!"

Robbie sat there, staring at the ground, in reality looking at nothing but his life, and searched to find anything good in it.

"They got Better Robbie. You can get better to"

"I won't take the drugs. I won't let Doctor Stevenson make me a lab rat."

"You and your damn pride Robert! You won't accept help. You would rather rot away until you found the answer. I will tell you when the answer comes Robbie. How you can finally be happy Robbie! You will find it ten seconds after you've stepped off the chair and into your noose! You are stubborn and arrogant and thats why no hooker will go with you. No banker will make deals with you. Your own mother avoids your calls. Be this way Robbie, I wont stop you anymore. I gave you words to help you but now you can be truly alone, prodding thoughts out to a space less universe waiting for reply."

Robbie sat on the floor stunned. He didn't understand what he had done. Did his own brain go on strike?

Nothing. No 'Yeah idiot' or 'shut up and focus'

And for the rest of the night, Robbie sat and thought about what his mind told him as he spieed on his bottle of rum.