Inside My Head

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aye guys I'm back and I'm gonna write another chapter of this story hm lets do it *mic drop*

On my 13th birthday, I was to be transported to the asylum that I was sentenced to until 17. That was a day ago. I now stand at the front gate of the asylum. So apparently this was high security; barbed wire was strung around the top of the fence (at least 4 metres high) and around the base too. My uncle stood beside me, gripping my arm firmly as if I was going to all of a sudden jump into the water and swim across the bay in 30 seconds - like that was going to happen, I had my favourite shirt on. For a moment, he let go to get my bundle of clothes and toiletries from the car - the ferry was just about to leave now - and threw them at me. I watched them fall to the ground. All of a sudden, a big grinding metal noise startled me, and I was confused for a moment before I realised, the gates were opening. My uncle turned away and got into his car, waiting for the ferry to leave impatiently. A man in a crisp suit stood before me, his hands behind his back and looking at me expectantly. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way," was all he said.

I lay on my bed staring at the paint-peeling ceiling, the cotton blanket scratching the back of my neck. At least we had hot water here. There weren't really any bad people here. I mean; there was the psychopath and mentally insane people, and some others, but overall it wasn't so bad. A few depressed here, a few suicidal there. Maybe this won't be as bad as i though it would. I guess if I'm going to be here for 4 years, I may as well get comfortable. I didn't have many personal items, only a picture of my family and a black crystal necklace. The crystal was called galaxy sandstone or some crappy name like that. My mother gave it to me on my eighth birthday. After I'd put the picture away in the chest of drawers I was allowed to have, I put on the necklace and headed out for dinner.

Since today was my first day, I was exempt from kitchen duty. We had a shift on who would serve the food, and I was on for every Thursday night. I grabbed a tray and got my food. Ugh - this food looks disgusting. Looking around the room, I look for a place to sit, but it seemed like there were groups of people who always hung out and wouldn't accept a newbie into their group. Man. This is elementary school all over again. In the earlier years, from the start of school to year 3, I was considered a freak and rejected by everyone for no reason, just that they didn't like me. Then, in year five, my parents died and they acted all nice to me. Then a year later they forgot all about me and my existence.

 'Can I see your necklace?' a girl with straight blonde hair, a fair complexion and dark grey, almost black eyes stood behind me. The question pulled me out of my trance of the past. 'Sure,' I answered, then pulled my necklace from under my shirt to show her. The girl quickly studied it, looked me straight in the eye like she was trying to solve a puzzle, looked back at the necklace, then back at me again; staring right through me. Then, she said, 'Your necklace is the colour of your soul.

I don't really know where I'm going with this whole necklace thing. idk vote for me if you want and comment and stuf blah blah blah. byyyeeee -amelia