The nurses dragged me screaming and kicking down the hallway.
"I'm not crazy!" I shouted angirly, but I'm sure they've heard that a lot. The thing is, I really don't think I'm crazy. The nurses just held me tighter, their cold bony hands strangling my arms, and then flung me into my cell. I slammed my fists repeatedly on the door, when i finally stopped my hands were bruised and bleeding.
My day started out pretty average, I was just walking to my school, when I got jumped by an ominous grey van. Then they took me here. Valerie's Mental hospital or some crap. They've told me im insane, but I'm having a hard time believing them.
But maybe in some way, we're all insane.
The staff here won't tell me anything. Every time I ask a question they avert their eyes and shuffle away. I sit on the bed they provided me with, and examine my room. It's all white. Why do they assume mental people enjoy white? White walls, white sheets, white door. The bed frame is white plastic.
Every now and then I hear screams echoing down the halls. They still haven't let me out of this room. I'm so hungry. I rub my stomach and sigh inwardly. My mom would have dinner ready right now. My stomach twists at the thought of my parents. They'll sort this out. They'll find me.
They will.
