So What If I'm Crazy?

Asylum

2 years in the past

"Xenia, we're going to go somewhere... special... for your 16th birthday." my mother said as her words slowly poured out of ger mouth. "Where?!" I asked filled with excitement.
Maybe it's a surprise..?
The voice in my head said. I responded out loud "Ooh...you're right! We wouldn't want to spoil that now would we?"
Never
"Honey can you please get in the car so we can go?" my father asked me. I could tell he was becoming impatient.
I got in the car and buckled my seat belt. We drove for about 20 minutes before we had turned on a road I had never seen before. We stopped in front of a gloomy building that absorbed whatever had been left of my joy and excitement. All of the sudden dozens of men and women started rushing towards the car and pulling me out. What were they doing? Why weren't my parents helping me? "Get off of me!!" I screamed. They were taking me away to the gloomy building. I kept yelling then I hit something hard and a hand let go of my arm. "Son of a-" a male voice yelled but he was cut off when the other nurse lost her grip and I ran for the exit. Before I could get out I was stopped by a sudden sharp pain in my back. I started feeling sleepy.

They had drugged me.

I woke up to a room with walls that mirrored my image. I realised I wouldn't be going home anytime soon. I screamed at the top of my lungs and cracked the glass of the walls. In the room with me was a blanket, a pillow, and a tray of food that consisted of cream turkey and mashed potatoes, a bread roll, and a large plastic water bottle. How was I suppose to use the restroom? How was I suppose to have my privacy? I sighed "Hello? Anyone? What if I have to go to the bathroom?!" I felt around the walls to see if i could find any doors. The first one I found was locked, I assumed that was the entrance, the second slid open to reveal a medium sized space that had a packaged toothbrush, tooth paste, a small shower, a toilet and a sink.

Later the next day 3 nurses entered the room with sketchy equipment. 2 of them rushed to pin me down while the other one pulled up my sleeve. I felt a hot metal touch my skin. I looked at the source of the pain. They were branding me. I screamed in agonizing pain cause more glass to crack. It also cause one of the nurses ears to bleed. "Stop! You're hurting me!" then again a needle was jabbed into my thigh and I fell into a deep sleep. I woke up and I was still in pain, not as much pain as I was in before. I looked where they had branded me. I didnt understand the purpose of the brand.

Fast forward to present time.

Every month i get something new for this room I've been in for 2 years. Today a nurse opened the door and slid a small box out in front of me and closed the door. "I wonder what I got this month.." Maybe something to help you escape. The voice in my head said to me. I opened the box and found ome of those cameras that prints out pictures. "How is this suppose to help?" I asked the voice. Maybe you could use it to trick them. "Oh yeah, you're right....but how to do so is the question." Then it clicked. I could put by the security camera and have it take a picture of me "sleeping" then place the picture right in front of the camera. I grabbed the 2 huge foam blocks I had received last month and started stacking them near the camera. I checked the time on the clock I had recieved last year. It read 12:00, everyone was on their lunch break. So, I placed the camera on the security camera and set the timer for 10 seconds. I jumped off of the blocks and headed for my pillow and blanket and pretended to sleep. I heard a click and knew that the picture had been taken. I got up to see it. It looked like I was actually sleeping. Good, good... now place it in front of the security camera. "Okay..." So again I climbed up the 2 blocks and placed the picture in front of the camera.

For the rest of the day I was waiting for a nurse to come in my room. Finally the clock struck 12:00 and a petite woman walked in "You chould be asleep" she said as she picked a needle out of her pocket. "What do I do now?" I whispered to the voice in my head. Take the needle. Stab her with the needle like they did to you. I did as the voice told me to and reached for the needle. I grabbed onto it and twisted it out of her hand. Before she could even grab her walkie talkie to say anything, I stabbed her with the needle and watched her fall asleep.

The picture at the beginning is what was branded onto her.