Miles My kidnapper

Karama is a bitch

—I guess I just have a soft spot for crazy people—
Miles pov:

"Not that I am giving you any ideas, but I think you might want to start loosing it." The words played back in my head. I kept seeing how my lawyer made parenthesis fingers when he said loosing it. Acting crazy seamed like the best way to escape prison for life, at the time.

Now that I was sitting in the back of the van, I was questioning all my life choices. I was handcuffed with my arms and feet all connected by a long chain. I was still in my orange jumper that had the numbers 8973 on it.

I was prepared by my lawyer before I was departed from the juvenile correction facility. He told me that they would test to see if I'm really insane, for awhile. I didn't know how they would do it, so I just kept telling myself not to question my sanity.

The van came to a halt and then the back doors of the van opened up. Two guards restrained me even more before removing my handcuffs and chains. They then carried me into the asylum.

I watched as other people were dragged into the asylum. Some fought, other were asleep, and the other ones didn't care. I obeyed them, since that's what my lawyer told me to do.

I didn't fight them as the guards carried me into the office part of the asylum. I sat down in the empty chair in front of the desk. A man who wore a suit sat down in front of me.

"Mr. Fairchild, we are gonna get you the help you so need." The man smiled lightly as he said this. I just stared at him blankly. "You are in good hands we contacted Kate and she signed all the paper work." The man added.

"What paper work?" I raised an eyebrow.

"It doesn't matter!" An old lady walked in and interrupted. She had red long hair and a wrinkly face. She wore scrubs and her hair was in a low bun. "Guards take him to his room for the trial." She commanded.

The guards nodded and grabbed me by my arms. We left the office and I walked down lots of stairs and halls. This place had a dark, and empty feeling. Once at the room, they unlocked it and pushed me in.

"The outfit on the bed. Change into it, then put your jumper in the dirty clothes basket!" One of the guards commanded. After that he slammed the door shut and locked it.

I took off the orange jumper and put on the outfit. The outfit was dark blue sweatpants and a white t-shirt. The clothes were pretty big, but surprisingly comfy. I put the jumper in the basket and laid down on the bed. I got under the one sheet that was white and had holes in it.

The room was dark and small. The worst part of it was the hopeless feeling it gave you. Jail was more of a warmer place than this. At least at jail you had hope for something, here there was no hope. It felt lonely, like once you are locked in the room...it's all over.

I stared at the ceiling and thought about y/n. Was she even alive? Was she ok? Maybe she is in a place like me? I hope not, she doesn't deserve anything like this. Even if she is crazy, she desires better. It's all my fault, I fucking drove her mad.

A/n: how are you? I hope you like the second chapter! I love you all! (Not proof read)