It was spring time. When everything happened. I did some thing I shouldn't of. I don't fully know how I did. I wasn't in control, but I could see everything. It all happened because of a fight.
I am is all dressed up to go to a party. I told my mom that she told me no. It set off something in me. Some thing that I will never forget. I did it. I hurt her.
Went to that party argued again I left. The police showed up told me that I have to come and if I don't, I'll be in big trouble.
Sometime later, probably a few months, I was sentenced to go to a mental hospital. It wasn't fun.
Oh, I forgot one thing my name is anxiety,
my sister is depression. This is how I escaped.
