Liam's P.O.V.
Known at school, rich parents, good looks, straight A's what else is missing? My life is perfect isn't it? That's the image people have of me when my name is mentioned. They have no idea what i've done and what i'm going through. They never looked close enough to see my flaws and realize all the damage that's really happening in me.
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11:00 PM
"Lights out" a worker shouted through the hall. her voice was loud enough to crawl it's way into each room from the beginning to the end of the
hall and maybe even a few rooms up in the next floor.
She glared at me when she saw me walking towards her direction, probably out of anger and confusion. How could I be out my room after she locked the doors anyways right?
When she saw peter, a worker in charge of our daily check up, behind me her face softened and she walked away.
" You look awful, are you getting some sleep? "
" I'm guessing the answer is clear." i said while pointing to my face. He just shook his head. We continued walking down the hall in silence until we reached our destination.
arguments, shouting, orders, questions, lies, and disappointments. that's all that happened in the room peter took me into. Mr. smith the head of this place found out what I've been doing since the day I stepped into this mental house. From buying cigarettes and smoking at the roof to stealing sleeping pills from the nurse's office , everything.
I didn't really care though. I wanted to be a pain in the ass just like they are. I want to be out of here. This isn't my place.
I know I need help but this place doesn't offer it. My insomnia has gotten worse ever since I got here. And all I do is think about that night.
The truth was all it took for my parents to instantly throw me into this place. They wanted to know what wad wrong so I told them, my answer didn't impress them much and so I ended up in this hell.
My mom came here last second, talked to Mr. Smith and in a day I was accepted into here. Little does anyone know, all they do in here is take a living person and slowly kill them.
I've been diagnosed with dysthymia and insomnia caused by anxiety, anger and fear and well, it's more than enough for this 'psychiatric hospital" to accept me.
my parents offering a lot of money was a bonus. They don't treat you in here. it's more like a prison. you sleep on a small uncomfortable bed, wake up , eat , take a 5 minute shower, get a daily check up, have half the day free then eat again and head to bed.
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