No. I wasn't going. I refused. I would raise hell before I went to one of those...places. I wasn't crazy, and I was not going to be labeled as such. At that point I was so angry I could see red, and the conversation turned into muffled blurbs running together. My chest felt like it held a ball of fire getting ready to explode. I pulled out every needle and hook-up and sprinted for it. They would have to catch me before I would be put in one of those things.
But they did. As I crashed down the hallway alarms started going off, nurses calling a 'code red' and sprinting after me. Just as I reached the elevator, my whole world slowed down like a video in slow motion. Hands grabbed my arms and legs, pulling them away and onto a restraining bed. Everything smudged around me. Where was I again?...
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Ice Water.
Teen FictionHer life ended the day she lost herself. His life began the day she walked in.
