My Mind is a Battlefield

Chapter 1

I have been in this place for 3 months and i need out. I need to be able to see the blue sky and let the sun fall on my face for more then an hour a day. I need to be able to actually really smile. Something I have not done in awhile. I only ever see the sunlight through the window that i have in my room. It lets in a small stream of light at the wall in front of my bed. If i had a desk here, i bet that the light would fall right on it. I share a room with a kid around my age. A pyro by the looks of it. He has bandages covering half his face, and you can see some burns creeping out of his sleeve. Maybe when it gets warmer he will wear short sleeves and then i can actually tell. He doesn't talk much, but i do know his name is Sam. He has short brown hair that just about reaches to his ears. His eyes are like a blue-sky blue. He was already here when I got here, so who knows how long he was here before that. 

The walls are white bricked with white trim. My room has two beds, one with a blue blanket and one with a red blanket. Other then the blanket difference, they are exactly the same. The rest of this place is basically just school, except there are no classes, insane bullies and harsh security guards plus the occasional corrupt doctor. Actually, most of the doctors are corrupt. The only one who doesn't seem that way so far is Dr. Kingly. She's nice enough but that doesn't mean i trust her. You learn not to trust most doctors here. 

This place is cold. It's like people come here because no one knows where else to send them. Sometimes you hear the sound of hysterical crying or laughter from down the hall, until whoever is doing so is quieted. Though, this is only what i see. I mean, i see stuff when the others take over, but those memories usally disapper within a few minutes of me coming back. Only the strong ones stay around. And they are usually strong for the wrong reasons.