The Fandom Hospital

Chapter One

I can still hear my parents worthless words before they sent me away. "It's for your own good, sweetie." my mom had said. But I know what's for my own good, and this isn't it. It doesn't matter now, though. I'm  going whether I like it or not. God, I wish I had never even picked up that stupid book. And now, I'm going to pay for it. "But I don't have a problem!" I remember screaming over and over again as they dragged me out of my house. My parent's stood there with tears streaming down their face. They weren't crying for me. They were crying for them. They has raised a terrible daughter. The men slammed me in the truck, enveloping me in darkness. The only noise was a soft voice floating into the back of the truck saying, "Welcome. Your current destination is: The Fandom Mental Hospital."

The lady at reception wears all white. "Why hello dear!" She says cheerfully. I'm not amused. "I don't belong here." It was the same mantra I had chanted in my head all the way to the FMH. "I don't belong here. I am normal. I don't care about books." The lady at reception just keeps rifiling through her papers. Her silence annoys me. "You hear me?" I slam my hand on the desk. "I don't belong here!!!" The lady adjusts her glasses calmly. "Of course you don't, dear. My name is Wendy, and I'll be giving you a tour." Wendy shuffles a couple of more papers, then rises from her chair. "Diana Night." She says. The words come out of my mouth faster than I can stop it. "I prefer the name Diana Potter." Crap, I think. "Now they really think I belong here." But Wendy simply smiled and said "But of course. Now, it says here that your to go to the Book Ward." She began walking, and I have no choice but to follow. Well, I do, but my other choice is staying with the two burly guards who had escorted me in. "There are three main wards here at the FMH, or Fandom Mental Hospital." Wendy says, still using her cheerful voice as she led Diana through twisting blue hallways. "There's the Book Ward, that's where your going. Then there's the Television/Movie Ward and the Music Ward." I roll my eyes. I've never been interested in television or movies. And while I do enjoy music of course, it never really grasped me the way books did. We arrive at a door that has the words "Book Ward" printed on it in a triangular room. "Now, I must ask," continues Wendy, "What specific books do you enjoy?" I smile, despite trying to keep a tough facade. She just asked my favorite question. "Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Delerium, Divergent, and the Hunger Games." I say breathlessly. Wendy sort of smiles. "Wonderful. Well, this is where we depart, Diana, but take this." She presses a slip of paper into my hand, turns, and began to walk back down the hallway. "But wait!" I say, quickly becoming nervous. "Who's going to be showing me around?" Wendy pauses long enough to reply "These are YOUR people dear." And with that, Wendy disappears

I consider making a run for it, but quickly figure out that there are cameras. Hard as I try, I can't think of a way around the problem. "Damn." I mutter.  With no other option, I open the door.

The book ward smells like book pages and perfume. It's covered in big comfy armchairs and instead of walls, there were bookcases. As far and high as the eye could see. It's basically a huge library, and I really love libraries. It's a peaceful place where I can sit and read quietly. A place where I can fade from the world, one chapter at a time. And the room is ginormous. As soon as the initial shock wears off, I realize that I have no idea where to go. There are tens of doors littered among the bookshelves. Remembering the slip of paper, I open it.  It reads:

Name: Diana Night

Age: 16

Books of Interest: Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Divergent, The Hunger Games, and Delerium

Room Number: 8

I scan the walls for room number eight. It's right in between two red armchairs on the far end of the room. I jog my way to it quickly. When I finally get to the door, I accidently bump a girl's book out of her hands. "WATCH IT YOU IDIOT!!!" The girl shouts at me with murderous rage. "S-Sorry!" I squeak. I can feel my face turning pink. My first day and I already slipped up! The girl stands, and she's at least 7 inches taller than me. "What are you, a Directioner? A Mahomie?" I recognize the use of music fandom names. "N-no!" I stutter quietly. Why can't I speak up?  Seeing no other option, I show her my slip of paper to prove that I'm not. She simply grunts and continues reading.