Crazy is Normal
"I'm not crazy... Okay? I-I'm normal. I don't fricken belong here. I just....--" I tugged gently at my brown locks, while my eyes darted along the ground. "I can't remember."
Benjamin smiled, a cigarette filled with half tobacco, half marijuana wedged between his lips. His fingers played with the edge of his dull, white colored t-shirt.
"You're preaching to the choir." He took a deep drag from the cig, and cocked his head, a Cheshire smile on his lips.
"But in here, Luna--" he paused, removing the cigarette from his lips and blowing out the large cloud of smoke in my face to spite me. "Crazy is Normal."
"Welcome to the nuthouse."
Luna Holloway can't remember. She can't recall the last year of her life, but soon finds herself in present day hell. A year has passed, and at the age of nineteen she finds herself in a hospital for the criminally insane, with ghosts and mysteries around every corner.
What happened to her family? What memories is she missing? And how the hell can she get out of there?
Things start to stir up when she meets a sardonic, handsome, fellow-patient and he helps her seek the truth. In all things. But what she doesn't realize is when you dabble in the dark, it just may consume you.