Cara watched the tree's fly past from the car window. She noticed how the colour in the sky changed the way the trees looked. If she thought about it they looked beautiful from her bedroom window because the sun would shine down on them. However now they look cruel and sharp as they hid the dark with only moonlight above them.
She turned away from the window to test her theory more, but on other things. As she looked to the front of the car, where her mother sat and her father drove. She noticed how her mother's smile seemed almost sinister not warm like it always was. Or how her father's eyes through the car mirror seemed strangely threatening not loving as they use to look.
She sighed and rubbed her eyes hoping all from around her would disappear. She thought back to how her last dinner with her family was a painfully quiet one. Where her father didn't joke or kick her knees when she didn't laugh at them. The one dinner where here her mother didn't talk even a syllable about the other ladies on the street and how their husbands were having affairs. Cara would never think she would miss that routine of a normal family dinner but she did. As her last one didn't even feel like a family one at all.
Mental was not word people would say out loud. It was more of word you would whisper about with your friends, a word not taken seriously as a child. But cara was no longer child. She was sixteen and she knew that it was a word not to be used or written unless it was of importance not propaganda. Cara knew she wasn't mental, her friends knew, her teachers knew and she thought her parents knew. She realises now that she was wrong about her parents but she wasn't wrong about being not being insane.
Because she wasn't.
YOU ARE READING
I wasn't crazy.
Fanfiction1943 was a time where more parents would send off their children to an mental asylum not because they were crazy it was because they were no longer wanted. 2 signatures from the parents and one paid doctor signature and they were off. Just like Cara...
