Not Crazy. {Book 1}

Introduction

"Darkness is a horrible thing. Being alone is a terrible thing. But then again what isn't terrible in this world? Everyone betrays everyone. Everyone looses themselves. Everyone only cares about themselves. They don't see what others see."- Unknown

JJ's Pov:

"If you can say it again for me then you can go." Victoria, the therapist they gave me said glancing at the clock behind me.

If there's one thing I learned here, you have to fake everything. You have to fake being happy. Fake a smile. Pretend that your getting better.

But for me, I wasn't crazy.

People here were actually crazy, some needed to be locked up, restrained, held back, shot up, or drugged.

I didn't need those things.

I was not crazy.

But I did want to get the hell out of here.

Who wouldn't?

It's exactly like how it is in those horror movies, the nurses are exactly that rude, the doctors are rough, treating you like your an animal.

And the therapists don't do anything, except try to get your deep dark secrets. If anything you tell them, or in this case you tell Victoria fake stories.

Like ones I've seen in the old time movies they always have playing in the lounge room. Or whatever you call that room.

I would never tell her the truth about my sister, about my father, or what happened to me three years ago.

Yes.

Three years.

I've been locked up here for three long years.

Three years since, I was beat up, broken down, and almost died falling off of a roof until my best friend saved me.

Maybe she should've just let me fall..

I've thought about it.

I've thought about what would've happened if she didn't get off the ground as quickly as she did, if she wouldn't have grabbed my arms stopping me from hitting the concrete so easily.

I wouldn't have had to live through this anymore.

But if I didn't say he wasn't real, then I couldn't go home.

Emily and Spencer were both here.

They both were waiting to pick me up in the lobby, probably seeing the nurse having to drug Kelly for having one of her episodes.

They were probably scared because of the sight.

I was.

Three years ago seeing that terrified me.

But having it done to you was a whole other story.

Yeah, they did it to me before.

Five times to be exact.

And those dumb little marks don't go away.

"Jennifer, I know your scared to go out there. But I believe your doing much better now. You are. But I can't clear you until you say those three words to me. You can't see your friends until you say them."

I couldn't help but glare at her a little.

Emily and Spencer were not my friends.

Not anymore.

Not since they thought putting me in here was a good idea, do they know how horrible it was in here?

No.