Are you Insane?

Are you Insane? 2: Madder than the Hatter himself

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Chapter 2- Madder than the Hatter Himself

As soon as we walked through the huge ornate doors We were met by who I'm guessing was the receptionist, or secretary of some sort. Wow, they were really being cliché with the overly peppy, stiletto wearing , blonde. She announced herself as Crystal; wow, what a lovely name, and she asked us to follow. I couldn't help but gag at the cloud of Baby Phat that followed here wherever she stepped. She lead us through the lounge down a hallway with expensive looking paintings and portraits of random men and women, who I can only guess are important to this place in some way. I wasn't paying too much attention to where I was going and soon bumped into my dad. I looked around and noticed we were now standing in front of a mahogany door with a nameplate that read "Dr. Daniels. Head of Institution." Cool another doctor. She knocked three times and waited until she hear an O.K. from the other side. She opened the door for us and allowed us to enter. I had to hold my breath while walking past her. You know when your walking through a store's perfume section and it's headache inducing scents fry your brain cells? That's her. Anyways as soon as we were all in she shut the door quietly and left. Dr. Daniels stood up to shake mine and my parents' hands. He was pretty hot for a doctor. He had this short brown hair and a matching goatee. Now I 'm not a big fan of facial hair but it was sexy on him. He had brown eyes and stood at about 6'5. He was wearing this clean cut black suit and looked absolutely terrifying. I sat down timidly and tried not to look him directly in those gorgeous eyes. I wasn't paying attention through out the entire meeting. I was busy looking at all the degrees he had on his wall. They probably meant many important things but I didn't know nor did I care that much to be honest. I looked back at him, He looked to be no older than twenty. As I was pondering this I heard him saying that his father had another meeting with the board of Directors or something to go to. Ah. So this was the doctors son. As soon as I think it doesn't get any better I receive this news. He smiled at my parents before turning his attention to me.

"Why don't I ask Crystal to take you to your new room? You can get settled while I go over the boring details with your parents," he suggested smiling slightly.

"Yeah. S-sure," I answered incoherently. Damn now he thinks I'm retarded. Smooth. He chuckled lightly before calling Crystal in. I stood up and grabbed my bags. My parents told me they'd see me soon and I followed her out the door.

We walked down the seemingly endless amount of hallways, passing many doors before stopping at one with the number 36 on it. Great the only freaking number that freaks me out is my room. Thanks Doc, that means a lot. She opened the door and stepped aside for me to enter. The first thing I noticed was all the pictures posted on the walls. There were tons of drawings ranging from portraits to landscapes. My room mate was an amazing freaking artist. Pictures aside the room was pretty bland. Two small beds on either side of the room. Two desks, two small dressers, two windows. The room was perfectly symmetrical. The girl who was my room mate, was at one of the desks on what I'm assuming is her side of the room. Crystal cleared her throat and the girl's head snapped up.

"Yes Barbie?" She asked with feigned respect.

"Hello Marie. This is your new room mate-" she broke of allowing me to fill in the blank.

"Nicole. I'm Nicole," I answered with what I hoped was a friendly smile. She smiled back and returned her attention to Crystal.

"You can go back to pining over Ken now. Buh-bye" She said with a fake smile. Crystal gave a little huff but did no arguing. I looked back to Marie. She was a petite girl with pixie cut blonde hair and blue streaks. She wore glasses and had gorgeous blue eyes. When I noticed I was rudely staring, I grabbed my bag and sauntered over to my bed. I pulled out the few belongings I had brought with me which include a few pictures, my purple blanket, iPod, laptop, and a few books. After I had situated my clothes in the dresser, I turned to put my laptop and books on my desk, when I saw Marie sitting on her bed staring at me. I smiled awkwardly and continued to situate my stuff. After I finished I stood there for a minute before jumping on my bed to stare at the ceiling, something I did whenever I needed to think. On the ceiling I had put up my favorite poster. It was of a skeletal looking man with his chest bursting. It sounds weird but it makes me think he's letting his soul free or something. But I'm insane. So I could be terribly mistaken. I was thinking about my past. Something great to think about right? Well, I wasn't always crazy. I was one of those happy go lucky, carefree kids. I wasn't crazy. I even had a best friend. Her name was Morghan and we were inseparable. We were best friends for about eleven years. She died almost a year ago. That could be a reason for my insanity, who really knows? All I do know is that she was probably the only thing good that ever came into my life. She was like the real sister I never had but always wanted. One of those people who put everyone before herself, didn't have a mean bone in her body, and listened to you no matter what you were talking about. Then she was taken away from me. As I was reminiscing about old times I didn't notice Marie trying to talk to me.