Im not crazy at leased i don't think so. They put anybody in here these days. I might be the only normal one in here. The only reason this is happening is cuz, my mom thinks its for my own good.
I fucking hate this,right now some stupid ass African is asking me questions. Im not racist, but he could at least speak proper fucking English.
"have you ever hear voice in head?"
(you mean my head? U stupid fuck) "no, i don't hear voices." I said calmly.
Blah blah blah. One question after another. The only thing that makes me seem crazy is, i see i see the dead sometimes. I didn't tell him that though.
"do u see things nobody else can see???"
"no"
Before i knew it the took me to a room. The walls were white, the bed was white, the sheets an blankets also. The only things that wasn't white in this shit hole was the night stand, dresser, an the wood that held up my bed.
I had a roommate, his name was John. We didn't really talk that day it was to late at night. We just introduced ourselves an went to sleep. Before we both fell asleep i had to ask him something.
"hey dude, how long u been here..."
"5 mouths" he said it like he was tormented.
"yea, how is it here?"
"its hell"
With those last words we fell asleep, an awaited tomorrow...
