The rattle of the bus breaks awoke me."We're here."Said an officer.I was quickly rushed out of my seat and to the front of the bus.I heard the bus driver mutter,"Welcome to Hell."What a lovely way to start off.I was pushed off the bus.My face hit the ground with such a force, I believe it did damage.Well, more damage then was already up there.I picked myself up from the ground and brushed off the dirt.I looked up to the old building. Saint Nick's Mental Ayslum read a sign.Ah,asylum...places that have been my homes since 2004.I was walked in with my hands tightly tied behind my back.I was shoved into a room.The room looked like an office.A big brown desk.Two chairs (each had handcuffs on the arm rests).Some art decorated the walls.I heard a person enter the room.I quickly turned around to meet a tall,skinny man.He ushered me to a seat without a word.He sat in his desk and glanced at me."You must be,"He shuffled his desk for a paper and put on his reading glasses,"Tina Glothmis?"He asked raising a brow."Yes."I said."Ah this one knows how to talk!"He said."What do you mean?Does not everyone here speak?"I asked raising an eyebrow."Well,some do.Some make noises.Some don't speak at all.But,your speaking is better then some normal people's speaking."He said with a bit of shock in his voice."Well,That's a pity.Shall we get on to the papers?"I said."Wait,Tell me."He said,"Why are you here?" "Ah,it's quite the story, you see.I was 10.I had just turned 10 infact. And the door of my mobile flew open and I flew out of the mobile.I landed on my side and shattered about three ribs.I was taken to the doctor and labeled as 'suicidal' when infact it was the mobile's fault.When my parents found out that they had labeled me that.They shipped me off.My first asylum was Miss.Julie's Home for the Insane.Oh,I miss that place.I had friends there.Even the host liked me.But, for some reason she shipped me off too.She sent me to Red Cross Asylum.Not far from here.Only about a six-teen hour drive.If you leave out traffic.There, I spent about 2 years rotting away to nothing.They thought I was a piece of trash.Kicked me around.Spit on me.Barely fed me too.Then they got tired of me and sent me here.If you'll ship me off somewhere or even back to one of the other asylums...I don't know.But, I do hope you treat me better then Red Cross."I said.He looked at me.I couldn't tell if he was looking into my eyes or my soul...
Soon after that, I was escorted to my room.The door opened.Two bunks.One was already filled."Kyle,meet your new room mate."said the headmaster.A boy,around my age,jumped down from the bunk."Hello,I'm Kyle.I'm taking it that you are Tina?"He said.I had noticed he had one blue and one purple eye."Yes,I am Tina."I said.I shook his hand as he pulled me into the room.The door was closed and locked behind me."So this is the room,I'll be staying in..."I thought aloud."Yep."Kyle said hopping back up on the top bunk."May I ask you question?"I asked."Go ahead."He said,turning to face me."Why do you have one purple eye and one blue?"I asked playing with the hem of my shirt.I heard him chuckle."It's a long story.So get comfy."He said patting a spot beside him.I crawled up there to his bunk -Nearly falling a couple of times-."When I was born,"He began,"I was dead.I had been dead for a month.But,something brought life back into me.And when it did.It changed my eye color."He said.I knew he was lying.It was apart of his past he didn't want to go into."So why are you here?"He said."I had just turned 10."
