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So you think Im crazy

Just like that I was in a psych ward for crazy people. I'm not crazy! I just felt guilty.I walked into a room full of white things. White sheets, White dressers. White showers. It was my new room. The sheets were mesh. The windows had bars. There was no way of killing yourself. You couldn't even wear hoodies that had laces by the hood. We wore blue socks with grippy things. Every few hours a nurse would come in and check on us throughout the night. Every morning they wake us up at 9 AM and we have breakfast. I wish I was with my family but it's not that bad. On Monday's we have chocolate chip pancakes. The chocolate is so ooey gooey in my mouth. After breakfast we do art but only with markers because you can stab yourself with pencils. 11:00- 12:00 is free time so we could do more art or stay in our room but I chose to make a phone call to my mom and brother. It sounded like my brother wasn't doing so well. My mom told me that he was pulling a lot of stunts and not doing good in school. She said he didn't even talk to his friends anymore. She thinks he is depressed, but for some reason he doesn't have to come to this HORRIBLE place. I was there for a while but then I met sam. Sam is non-bianary that means Sam is not a girl or a boy. Sam goes by they/them pronouns. Sam made being there a whole lot better. They were my best friend. We did everything together; we stole markers,we wrote songs, we traded food, we even pulled pranks on people. We were so close they even understood my whole situation. When Sam got better and went home I was heartbroken.Then I had to go home. It was urgent.