You honestly have to be seriously messed up to be sent to AngelMist Center. AngelMist is a rehab for the mentaly ill.
That's where I come in.
Hi, I'm Siarra Grace, but most people know me by Siarra. What's my problem? Pretty much everything. My problems range from severe Anxiety to BiPolar outburst. But that's not really why Im here. I have Dissociative Identity Dissorder. Basicly that means I have two different personalitys running through my mind. Me, Or Siarra is the dominate personality. Sadly Grace is the other one. She seems to come out at the worst possiable times. But luckily she has not made an appearance in a long time. The doctors her keep me on so manny medications that I barely even sleep. But thats besides the point. Normal people arn't sent here for typical mental issues. There is allways a story. There's a story behind everyone and everything.
It all started two years ago. I was 15 but you could barely tel it. I was tired, worn and at the lowest low you could think off. I was in my bathroom - well me and my 17 year old brothers shared bathroom.- The girl in the mirrror didn't look like me. I could feel it coming. I let my guard down for a split second. Thats all! It felt as if I woas getting pushed away, becoming smaller and smaller to the world. But it was obviously all in my head,It was like watching a scary movie from the point of view of the main character. You know the one that gets killed in the first five minutes?
I was stuck Watching my arm grab the broken razor that sat perched on the porcialin sink and there is nothing I could have done about it. My heart race sped up dangerously.
"Stop it!?" I yelled, No that it did me any good....
"Aww is little Siarra scared??" Grace sneered back at me in the mirror, She placed the broken shard at the faint blue lines on my plae wrist before slicing upward. My whoe arm felt as if it was on fire, My vision clouded and my knees buckled from underneith me. My head ricocheted hard off the cold tile flooring and then everything went black......
I woke the next day in New York Cental Hospital in Albany, NY. My mind was flooded with the un happy memory of the night before. Ever since then I have been stuck here,
My life has never been the same. And it Never will.......
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A/N :
oKAY SO THIS IS MY FIRST STORY ON HERE! i HOPE YOU LIKED IT? iLL ADD CHAPTER ONE ONCE i GET a few comments or votes......
