It has been 629 days, 2 hours, and 17 minutes since I've last seen the sun, and equally, the same amount of time has passed since I've truly been happy. I've been locked up in here for so long, but I told myself that I would never lose track of who I am, or how I got here.
I was sent to Wallace's Private Penitentiary and Rebecca's Fine Institute For The Mentally Challenged after what they now refer to as "The Incident". They told me that the half-jail, half-psycho house would treat me well due to my young age. They said I would have a nice lovely time. I've learned though, that what they say here is never the truth.
Although I was treated better than the other inmates, it was still terrible. I was only 17, and they had no place else to send me but Wallace's and Rebecca's. I am one of the many people who are both prisoners and patients here. They believe I'm unstable; they're quite right.
I don't trust myself anymore, which I'm sure can't be healthy. But I keep going because I know I have just a few more years in this rotten wasteland before I can return home. I was, after all, keeping track of the time that passed in here. Speaking of the time, I would have to go over to the Rebecca half of the institute soon. Very shortly they'd send a huge brain dead guard over to escort me to Jaycie's room.
I'd then sit through a tediously boring amount of time with my therapist, talking about how I'm feeling, and how I'm coping with the environment. I was on day 629, and they're still asking me about how I find the place. It's quite sad really. And every day, Jaycie and I would go through the same routine. She'd ask me dumb questions, and I, in turn, would respond in the snarkiest most sarcastic way possible. Some days I'd even make up stories about my tragic past and everything that has happened to me. She foolishly believed me until she learned better. However, now she actually is starting to know me, and I think she knows that I have no true disability.
I only have many demons to fight.
And they live within me.
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Who am I? ((A Professor Layton Fanfic))
FanfictionClive Dove spend his days locked up in a lonely prison/mental hospital. He wants nothing more then to be free, but with the help of his therapist and a special visitor, he soon realizes that he is not who he thought he was...