Never Been Found

History Repeats Itself

I sat there on the cold uncomfortable metal. The air was stagnate. All I heard was talking in the background, along with what sounded like trays hitting on tables. The smell of a fine meal had settled in with the unmoved air surrounding me.

"Hey. Psycho." I heard someone say. I was torn from my thoughts. The picture of Zara and the other sweet children floating away.

"Don't call me that. I have a name." I shot. My eyes reluctantly opening to see a petite female sitting in front of me. Her food placed in front of her. A very large meal for such a skinny twig girl.

"Well if you want me to call you something else. Please share." She snickered at my comment.

Clearly she didn't know why I was here. Everyone avoids me because of what I've done, and what I'd be doing if I weren't here.

"Rosemary Anderson." I responded.

"Hmm. Well I'm Jane. That's all you need to know from me." She muttered. Through her annoying speaking I heard one of the guards call my name. I wanted to just get out of this mental institution but it's impossible. I look to the Windows before standing up. My head dropped, I can't get out of here even if I tried. At least not now. So I just sighed and made my way over to him.

"Sile--" He began to speak.

"Yeah. Yeah. Silent time. Officer Renzel... You know I'll be out of here soon. We should grab a cup of coffee together." I whispered walking down the dim, long hallway. Turning into room 126.

"You're insane ma'am. That won't happen. You're stuck here for a while." He snickered. Which kind of irritated me.

"We'll just have to see about that." I laughed. "I'll see you soon. Sweetheart." I laughed before he shut the door. I hated silent time. But without it. It makes things worse. I can bring out my friends now. Well I mean nobody else can see them. Yet, I can. They act like me and I act like them.

I just don't like the doctors. They say they aren't there that I simply have multiple personality disorder. I don't. They're real. I know they are. I used to pick up kids who acted or looked like each of my friends. They never acted right so I had to take care of them just like Zara. As a matter of fact... My last one happened to be Zara. I spent a month on her gift and she insulted me. She was the happiness in me. Ha, that day the cops went to my house and found her body. I went to court. Claimed insanity. And well now I'm here taking pills and wasting my life away... I will get back out there. I will find my friends. They will soon be my family. I've always wanted one of those.

This institution is killing me. They don't care what happens to you in here. You can be stuck in a room for four hours and they wouldn't give a second thought about you. That's why I started carrying around pins and keys I swiped off of some of the guards that sleep around six o'clock in the morning.

I think over all else the one thing I hate most about this place is the fact that nobody talks to me. The only time someone talks to me is if a guard needs me, the doctors are examining me or my friends come out to play. Everyone knows what I've done and they don't quite like it.

So now I'm stuck in a room with eight of them. Anger, depression, sadness, happiness, the childish one, pure evil, outgoing, and the paranoid one. They all looked exactly what they were. The only ones I like are anger, evil, and depression. They remind me a lot about me... Well they all do. But them being the most.

Everyone picks on depression. Even though she so sweet. I don't understand why. They just do. Nobody else gets picked on but her. Anger, well nobody messes with her but she's the biggest asshole of them all.