"Hello Ms. Richards, how are you feeling today?" A nurse asks, I sit in my wheel chair staring at the floor, if I say anything they will send me back to that padded room. I should probably explain how I got here. It all started three years ago when I was fourteen, everything was fine and normal, I was in my room listening to music and playing the Xbox, my mother was cooking dinner and my dad was playing World Of Warcraft on his computer with his level eighty-four shawman, My older sister Kuran, was on her iPhone, her Tumblr always was top priority when she got home even though she had a crap-ton of homework. My mother had called us down for dinner and like the unsociable teen I was, I took my dinner to my room and continued to play my video games.
Hours went by before I came back downstairs, it was oddly quiet and dark, I dumped the rest of the food in the trash and looked around in the dark shady room, and called out for my parents. "Mom? Dad?" I call and walk into the living room,"Kuran?"I called. I only remember stepping in blood and everything else is a blur. The closest memory to that one is me waking up in the hospital, I couldn't speak for a month, but I kept having these frequent nightmares, they were about all these murders and there was always that man there, staring at me with his insufferable grin, and I told my doctor as soon as I could speak again, that's how I ended up here, I'm all alone.....and yet....the man helped me.....I am not as crazy as they say, I promise, I just think differently.
