The Misunderstood Boy that Lives on Wembley Way || H.S

Prologue

Prologue:

What another wonderful day!

I thought to myself when I woke up on my cheap mattress. I heard my door unlock and I jumped out of bed.

"Hello Roger," I warmly said to the officer that escorts around the ward in the hospital for the mentally insane.

"Morning Miss Underwood," he nodded his head to me. "Miss Underwood, your doctor thinks it would be a great idea for you to see a psychologist. I'm going to take you to the clinic before breakfast." He stated awkwardly because he knew how sensitive this topic was to me."

I tensed my jaw and then after a minute or two I agree with my doctor. "Yeah he's right, it's about time I share my side of the story."

•••

"Hello Miss Underwood" said a young woman that sat on the other side of the desk. She was probably 23 with a loving boyfriend waiting for her at home.

She already annoyed me.

"Hi," I smiled with a strain. Pushing a curly blonde piece of hair away from my face, I slouched in the uncomfortable plastic chair and played with my faded blue hospital gown.

She seemed uncomfortable. Good.

She was about to say something but I beat her to it. "Are you new?"

"Yes I am."

"First day?"

"Actually it is, you're my first patient. But this check-up is not about me it's about you."

Ignored what she said and muttered "it's crazy how the most sane people of the world can go insane in a blink of an eye."

We sat there for awhile just staring at each other. I grazed my tongue over my top teeth and she cleared throat. She was the obviously confused, so naïve. Was I like that?

"Would you like to elaborate?" She interrupted my thoughts.

"Sure,"I smirked. I put my elbows on the desk and placed my head on my hands and said, "you might want to get out your little notebook and pen out because it's quite a long story."