"The asylum" as we call it, may not be everyone's dream place but it's actually pretty nice. (Let's not forget to mention that the foods pretty good as well.) People say that asylums are crawling with rats and bugs. Truth be told they are always cleaning here.
It's honestly still scary here. No matter how hard they try to make it safe. People attempt to escape and let's just say it doesn't end well. They're are people here diagnosed with psychosis. They are the ones everyone needs to look out for.
Enough about the asylum. Let's talk about me. I am 18. I have long blonde hair. I'm thin but not to thin. I miss my family.
Flashback Jenny's POV
I ran home from school and ran to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. What a shame! I'm so ugly. I had dark circles underneath my eyes and you could see my ribs. Hideous.
I looked down. Anger boiled inside of me. I broke the mirror. I glanced down at my hands, my right hand was bleeding. The glass was shattered. I gasped.
I was so upset? That I grabbed my razor and cut. I kept cutting deeper each time. Until I could not feel my arm. I passed out.
Sarah's POV
"Jenny! I'm home!" I yelled. No reply. That's strange she usually answers me. I walked upstairs and I heard the sink water running I went in there. I saw my daughter scrubbing her arms which were continually bleeding.
I screamed "what did you do!". I started to cry and inside I died a little.
I looked up and she feel down. I picked her up in my arms and went downstairs to my car. I put her in the backseat and drove to the hospital...
I remember that day clearly. I hate myself for it.
There is nothing I can do to change where I am now. I will be here for a longtime anyways.
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Mental
RomanceMental pretty much describes me. I have a couple mental disorders such as schizophrenia, depression, and anxiety. I miss my family, you see I am in an asylum for the mentally ill. They visit often, although they can't stay long. I almost forgot my...
