Depression Doesn't Mean Self Harm.

Almost murderer

This is just a shortish chapter to introduce you to what happened to the person . Mine isn't realistic but it's more over exaggerated. :(

The next morning I had woken up in a grey room with a grey closed door which seemed to have been locked.

I slowly started to rise on the bed I was lying on to get a better look of the room I was in.

I couldn't move my arms, I had a throbbing headache and I was scared shitless of where I was. The place most definitely did not look like a hospital room or neither my bedroom.

"Sophia can you hear me", I looked towards the door to see had anyone entered but no one was there. There was no other door or window. I looked at my left side and then at my right no one was there.

I then looked up and saw a medium sized speaker on the left side of the wall closest to the door. "Can you hear me" the person repeated again.

I tried to answer but I just couldn't form any words. "This is Nellie, you are in a Psychiatric hospital, whatever you say or do will increase the amount of time needed to stay here"

I was completely shocked 'WHAT' why am I here.

"WHAT, ARE YOU MAD, I'M NOT CRAZY" I started shouting. I haven't lost my mind. I started screaming and moving around in attempt to free my arms and escape. "LET ME GO" I yelled "LET ME GOOOO". I started wriggling around and screaming until I had fallen of the bed with my feet tied to the end of it.

The floor was hard and grey, I started hitting my head of the floor to wake me up seeing as I think this crap is all a dream.

"Your parents are coming in for approximately FIVE MINUTES, I repeat if you attempt to harm them you will not benefit from this" the woman I was presuming was Nellie said.

I tried holding in my laugh, it'll be hard trying not to hurt my parents but is she fucking calling me crazy, I'M NOT.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH" I screamed out of frustration. Tears started stinging my eyes and before I knew it they started spilling.

Have they lost my mind, they are keeping me here, where have my rights gone out the window, clearly not cause there isn't even a WINDOW in this so called 'room'.

I heard chains and rattles and then a click before the huge grey door was slowly opened.

My mother walked in and my father trailed in slowly behind her. I could see my mother was avoiding eye contact, she looked truly disturbed at the state I was in.

"Sophia" I heard my father say "What did you stupid people do, WHY AM I HERE" I had lost any ability of mine to stay calm I just couldn't take it anymore. I noticed my father squeezing his face as to try not to hit me for calling him stupid and yelling at him.

"You're insane Sophia, that's all" my father but his finger on the wall and then placed it in my mother's hand " You almost killed someone and you haven't even been in that school for two days, your.. a..... psychopath".

I almost cried at what he had said. I almost killed someone. I'm only 15 how could I want to kill someone.

My father saw my reaction and took that as his chance to continue "Your satins daughter" he hissed "I'm even ashamed to call you mine" he removed his hand from my mother's grip and left the room.

"You're right I am satins daughter" I hissed "Hey Lucifer" I greeted my dad "You're the fucking reincarnation of Satin" I yelled. As he left the room completely

I looked at my mother and she started looking at the floor. "Mom" I said starting to loose my ability to see straight. "Yes" she answered still looking at the floor.

"Go to hell" I said and started cry. My mom stood up from my bed and started exiting the room. "WAIT" I screamed "TAKE ME WITH YOU, I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL, YOU CAN LOCK ME IN MY ROOM I SWEAR ILL NEVER BOTHER YOU AGAIN PLEASE" the door closed behind my mom and I started crying heavily and screaming after her.

"I SWEAR I DIDNT DO ANYTHING IM NOT INSANE, PLEASE COME BACK" I started to loose my voice. I felt so cold and alone. I was broken inside.

The door opened and two men came in, they picked me up and placed me on the bed and strapped me. "Please let me go" I pleaded. One of the men turned so that he was facing me " Why so you can kill another person this time" he made sure to strap my stomach tightly either on person or he were told to.

The men left the room and closed the door. I felt like I couldn't breath anymore.

It felt like hours until someone had finally opened the doors again. The woman was carrying a tray of needles, she sat beside me and pulled up my left sleeve, observing all the cuts on my arm.

I looked at her but she was more concentrated on what she was doing "Will this help me get better" I asked, the woman didn't answer.

"Will this fill my stomach " I asked, she didn't answer again

"Will this make me sane again" I asked for the last time.

She took the needle and injected it into my arm "I'd hope so" she finally answered. She placed needless on different parts of my arm and put plasters on them before rolling down my sleeve and leaving the room.

"Wait" I called out, the woman stopped and turned to look at me " Is she alive" I asked , the lady stood beside the door and said before closing it " I'd hope so".

I'm a murderer or almost murderer I thought looking at the speaker, " I'll go to jail and serve time there" I said out loud " Please I just can't stay here anymore". I heard a buzz on the speaker before a man started laughing.

"15 year old girl sentenced to five years in prison for almost killing another student In her school" he chuckled deeply " And what will the headline be, Psychopathic teen sentenced". The buzz noise went off again and I didn't hear anyone after that.

'Yes' I thought 'Sophia you have completely lost your mind.

I started singing to myself to make me feel a bit sane and better.

It's been a long day without you my friend and I tell you all about it when I see you again.

We've come a long way from where we began oooo I'll tell you all about when I see you again.

When I see you again.

Ooooo ooooooo ooooooo when I see you again.

I started crying to myself and telling myself it'll be alright. I bet I looked like a total creep seeing as my face felt to dried up. My stomach started hurting me as I hadn't eaten at all. I felt sticky and sweaty as I hadn't showered at all and I felt broken as I had no one to fix me at all.