Inside My Head

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ay i'm back but this chapters probably gonna be kinda short bc I have family over for dinner and i'm in my room right now hiding so enjoy -Amelia

The blonde girl stared into my eyes for several seconds, in a trance. Then, she suddenly smiled, and said 'Hi, I'm Madeline but you can call me Maddy. Wanna sit with me and my friends?' like nothing had happened. Slightly creeped out by her, I nodded my head and followed her to a table in the corner of the room. Maybe this is good. I'm making friends; does that count as recovering? Maybe I'll get out of this dump sooner than I thought. Lunch went by pretty fast, me not saying much and everyone else conversing. Madeline's friends were nice; Brittany seemed pretty funny, shy and hiding behind her mop of red hair - the schizophrenic. Lily was really nice, though she was one of the depressed. Jess didn't seem like the kind of person I would be friends with, and I noticed that nobody really talked to her and she didn't make any attempt to talk to them; she just sat there quietly, her brown eyes darting around the cafeteria and her brown hair pulled back into a bun. Maybe the others let her in the group for pity. No body knew why she was sent here, she never really told anyone. At least Madeline told me that when I asked her after dinner. I was paired up with her apparently - her last room mate tried to pull out her hair to put on her 'dollies'. Freaky, I know.

Later that night, Madeline and I were talking about how we got into this mess. My - or should I say our room - was set up neatly now. My bed was in the left corner of the room and Madeline's was on the right. I had hung some old pictures from home on the wall next to me, and I tucked the necklace under my mattress. Wandering around the room aimlessly, Madeline started to tell me her story.

"I've been here since I was a baby. Caine, the owner of this place, told me that I was left at the doorstep with no explanation of who left me there during the development of the asylum. He said that he heard a knock and saw me there, but there was no one to be seen. No one in the water, nothing; it was an extremely stormy day. But then I thought," she said, sitting down on the bed next to me and leaning in closely, "But how could that be possible; if there was never a bridge to this place, and the only transportation was the ferry? It was a story day and there would be no chance of anyone taking the risk of sailing miles into the ocean. They could've chosen another day, but they didn't. Caine said he remembers every detail of that day. So then why does it seem so hard to believe? The only reasonable explanation is that that day didn't even take place, and that Caine is hiding something. If he had to cover it up like that, it must be something big."