Emotions

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I dont feel anything.

I woke up dizzy and sick in a strange room.
I was surrounded by white walls and my hands were covered with something soft, like if it was protecting my hands from something. I was wearing weird unfamiliar clothes.
I barely remember. Usually i am scared. I felt nothing. Not fear or a sense of helplessness. I just felt like i was being watched.
In the small room shaped like a box, I looked up on the top left corner and i saw a camera.
I was being watched. By who?
The last thing i remember was that i was "home".
I don't have a family.No parents . No siblings. No friends.
Just my thoughts.
I don't like my foster parents.
I hate them.

My home is a prison. My only friend would be my dead dog in my backyard.

I sat on a chair in the small room.
I did not know where i was or what was happening. Until a man walked in with two other people behind him.
The man was wearing a security outfit and the people behind him looked like nurses.
Was i sick?
No
They did not treat me well here.
We where not treated well here.
I was here because i acted wrong in their society.
I am just a badly placed person in there stupid fucking line.
We were all nothing but lab rats to them.
I hate this place.
This was a psychiatric hospital.
What did i do to be here?

I'll tell you.

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