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"We're not crazy, we're just different."
"Let's go Braden, it's time for your medication." the skinny lady said.
"No I'm not ready." I yelled.
"You have to okay?" she said. I nodded my head and took the medication from her bony hands.
I'm Braden Jennings and I'm schizophrenic and sucidal, but people rarely know about the suicidal part, and no im not psycho.
Its just hard for me to tell the difference between whats real and whats not, and to accept myself. They put me in an asylum. By they I mean my so called 'parents'. Cause out of all the six children they had, I turned out to be the worst. I see things that no one else can.
It's hard for me to focus. My stuck up rich parents disowned me. I've been in here since I was six years old, and now I'm 17. Everything I do is in here. Never went to elementary, middle, or high school. This place is basically my home.
"Michael put the kni...