A Life Once Lost

Life in a Cell

Life is unfair. I thought for 4 years about what I might have done to end up in a cell where you are restricted from any kind of socialization and more or less a normal life. Here, in Saint Valley Sanatorium, getting shock treatments, talking to doctors and literally drowning in your own drool are what we, mentally ill patients call a normal lifestyle. I think all the treatments the doctors gave me for the past 4 years would have been effective if I had actually been crazy but unfortunately I'm not.

It's quite a long story if I am to explain how I got here in the first place, but that day started off like any other Friday with a great weather outside. Our family got along fairly well most of the time. Both my parents worked as lawyers and me and my younger sister, Katherin were straight A students in school. Our family was what most people called the perfect family. That morning, I was already awake and fully dressed as usual, by the time my mother came knocking on the door softly as I was normally a light sleeper who barely got any sleep. I knew I had a lot of time left until I had to leave for school so, I grabbed my favorite book "
The Goldfinch" to finish it off for the third time. My mother is a lady who you have mistaken for an actress, she was fully composed at all times not showing any hint of anger or frustration to most people. My sister, to be honest, is not the most likeable person and her obsession with beating people and winning had made herself many enemies at school. Lastly, my father was someone I never really understood, he had a lot of secrets and there was always this border of awkwardness between us. The four of us never really spent a lot of time together because although we were a family who ate breakfast together every morning, everything was a competition and a survival under the Kingsley household...