I'm a special kind of crazy.
They give me this notebook to write in every night.
I suffer from hysteria and schizophrenia.
But it's all in my mind apparently..
Read this.
August 23
Dear thing-I'm-forced-to-write-in,
I've been seeing more frightening things than ever before. Besides the skeletal cat sitting on the tree smiling his huge smile at me, now it's this white rabbit running around worrying about being late. With piercing, blood-colored, beady eyes. Stealing glances at me every once in a while.
I roll my eyes, things like this make me FEEL crazy. Like I'm clinging to some hope that I'm not.
I don't know what's next. The medicine these people give me doesn't do anything. I feel like it's just bad tasting melatonin. It's sure doing its job.
Night.
This place isn't so bad. It's actually kind of homely. My room is cozy. There's a window parallel to the door, with bars, of course. The bed is soft and, besides the straps, feels like my bed at home. The white walls are so bland, that I had to draw some pictures and write quotes to help pretty it up a bit.
Kind of helps.
Not.
YOU ARE READING
Wonderland In Ruins
Teen FictionAlicenne is stuck in her own mind. She's learning secrets about herself and life. Will you come along to discover the secrets that are hiding behind her scarred mind? 'The feared words echo in my mind. “Wonderland is in ruins..”'
