I Swear I'm not Crazy (Ianthony)

Part 1

Ian's POV

I opened my eyes to the small amomuts of light that were leaking through the barred windows. I'd understand why they have them in prisons, but in here? It's a bit "too much" realy. (Yet again some people in this aylum are completely insane.) I lifted my head off my rock-pillow and yawned. A clock was hung above the bed which read 7:53am. A few minutes before breakfast. I leaned under my bed and pulled back a floor-board, which revealed a small, sharp rock underneath. I took the rock out and made a line engraving in the plain white painted concrete walls. I made one line for each day I was here. I've been here for 2 years now, and I've made count everyday, eversince. 

There was a knock at the door, and I quickly hid the rock back under the floor. If anyone found out I had something like that here, I'm sure they would think I'm suicidal or something as stupid as that. "Ian? Are you awake? It's time for breakfast." A nurse called from the other side of the door. I heard her un-lock it and I knew she was waiting outside. I sighed and stood up, walking to the hallway where I was met by a young nurse. "Hello Ian. Did you have a good night's rest?" I shrugged. Eversince I've been put here I nearly haven't spoken a word. It's as if I've gone mute. But when I'm alone I talk to myself to keep company, I guess that's why people consider me "mad". "Well, would you like to sit anywhere in particular or next to anyone?" I shook my head. I didn't want anything to do with anyone else who is here. They are the ones that are really crazy. I always sit in the cornor of the cafeteria, away from anyone else, I have done this the same way for the past two years.

We walked in to the crowded room, and everything was exactly the same as it was for the past years. The food was the same, the smell was the same, the look was the same. The only thing different was the occasional different people that didn't show up because they didn't want to eat. I can't blame them. The food is terrible. But if you're starving, it's all you get. You have no other choice.

I sat down at the table in the back of the room, seperated from everyone else. The same nurse brought me my food with a fake smile plastered on her face, you can always tell when someone actually means a smile or not. I hesitantly ate the bowl of porridge I was handed and was lead back to my room. "I'll come and collect you later for a walk outside." The nuse said before lockig the door behind me. I sighed and sat back down on my bed, not really knowing what to do next. This is what I had to do everyday, and it didn't get any better. I decided to get dressed in to some new clothes and watch TV for a bit. The people here are starting to trust me, so they let me have a TV in my room. Hopefully they can start not locking the door behind me, and let me leave my room when ever I wished. I switched the screen on and just stared at it, not really paying attention to what I was watching. "One day I'll get out of here." I whispered to myself. One day.

Anthony's POV

I parked my car in the car-park and leaned back in my seat. Who knew that job interviews could be so stressful? I've was up for hours last night making sure I had everything I needed, and I  could barely say I got five hours of sleep. I looked out the window, with a sign hanging above the tall and large grey building "Sacramento Mental Institution". From the looks of the outisde, it didn't seem like a great place at all. In fact, I wouldn't be suprised if the reason people went insane is because they were here too long. I opened the car door and walked up to the main entrance. I took a deep breath, and walked inside to the reception. "Hello, and welcome Sacramento Mental Institution. Are you visiting here today?" A lady around my age asked. I read her name tag which said "Marzia". "No, I'm actually here for the job interview?" She nodded and smiled. "I'll contact Mr Turner and he will be with you shortly. I"ll just need some basic infromation" I told her a few things like my name and phone number. Once finished I took a sit on the other side of the room. There was a small TV in the corner of the room, but other from that the whole building seemed boring and dull. I looked down the corridors where there were a few people walking here and there, room to room. It actually semmed quite busy. "Mr Padilla? My Turner will see you know." I thanked Marzia and another man was standing in front of her. "Hello Anthony, I'm Mr Turner, but you can call me Toby. Would you mind stepping in to my office?"

We talked a few things over like the pateints and what I might be good at here, and we finally agreed that I would be working ith a long-term patient. "We have a few patients here, but I would like to put you with Ian. He has been here for two years, and we're not entirely sure when he will leave. He's definitely not the worst patient though, and he doesn't speak. Though there was some occations in the past where he's well..... "lost it". But I'm sure, from the looks of your resume', that you'll do fine. We'll make sure he's aware of it and we will send you in to start work tomorrow." I shook his hand and stood up to leave, "Oh, and Anthony? Try not to say the word "mad" around him. He sort of....never mind. Though try not to say it?" I nodded my head and said good-bye.

I ran back to my car as it had started raining while I was inside. I got inside and started the ignition. I could tell for some reason, tomorrow was going to be a big day.