The Rainbow Society

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It wasn't long until Scarlett's words from yesterday had me in deep thought.

"It has killed a few people–You have so much more to live for—We can get out of here... Together."

I was now debating with myself over whether or not I should actually go and see that specialist. Maybe if things get more extreme... But for now, I'll be okay.

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So, at this building, they have this new procedure that makes us come out into the mess hall for daily check ups. I find this a bit risky because I can tell that a few of these patients have extreme mental issues... Not saying that I couldn't be one of them.

After the 'daily check ups', they sent a few patients back to their rooms, and left a few to hang around. Which I find completely odd.

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I sat on the edge of my bed, swinging my feet, when I heard a click at the door. "Amber Jones, you are required to come with us for the first psychologist meet-up". My body froze up in fear, as the man took my arm and dragged me out the door and strapped me to a wheelchair while going down an endless hallway. Until then everything was white and gray.

The man then pushed me into a room, and left me there. My breathing patterns started to increase when the specialist walked in. What really bothered me was the fact that nobody wanted to get me out of this stupid wheelchair.

"So, Miss Jones, do you have any idea why you were sent here?" The specialist asked.

I sat there, and glared at her.

"No," I finally responded.

"Well, that's why we're here. To discuss such issues. So please, do not be afraid to talk about anything you'd like."

"Why am I here."

"You see, Amber, you, along with many others, have this certain problem, that causes you to see things that do not exist."

"So why am I here? Why couldn't I have stayed in the hospital?"

Before the psychologist could say anything, those men from before came in. They started to push me out of the room, and brought me back to my cell. They unstrapped me out of the wheelchair and I walked into my room.

I've only been here for a day, and I already hate it. I don't get to do anything... Or at least half of the things they allowed me to do at the hospital. But now that I'm checked into this asylum, I feel as if I'm imprisoned in a small concrete box... Which, trust me, isn't as fun as it sounds.

The thing I hate, though, is that they give you absolutely nothing to do... But what I like to do, isn't necessarily 'stealing', but sneaking in a way.

I carry a black marker around, for no reason in particular, just to draw. Drawing is something I loved to do before that privilege was taken away from me.

I slid the marker out of my pocket and opened up the cap. The smell of the ink would sometimes make me light headed, so I try to stay as far away from the tip as possible.

The walls were blank and grey,  pure large canvas just for my own use. After a little while , I had the wall full of beautiful drawings when I noticed something.

A camera, in the corner of the room, blankly staring at me. I knew I was being watched. But I didn't know who was watching behind it. I slowly closed the marker with a click and stood up.Then the same two men from before came into the room and said." Amber please stay still while we use something that we got from the lab." One man stood behind me and held me by my waist on the bed and strapped me to it. he other man was extracting something from a vile when i hear someone scream. Scarlett ran in with a metal chair that they use in the kitchen and smacked both of the men in the face with the cold iron chair. 

"Run!" Scarlett screamed as we both sprinted out the door in only our hospital gowns. We were leaving.