Inside Out (Or everything you need to know about their lives)

Will

Will

They pushed me into a room that was painted grey, well, they had to push me because I was kicking and shoving so much. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked around there were only one table with two chairs and a low hanging light above the table. I heard murmuring outside but I figured they weren't anyone I knew because the people I knew deserted me and left me here. I was so mad at them, how could they do this? Just then, someone came in and I turn to see a dark-skinned woman wearing a white shirt and grey skirt walk in following closely beside her was a white suited man. I glared at both of them and crossed my arms over my chest. " Wilhelmina Johnson?'' she asked reading my file. I snort n response. She obviously didn't like the way I responded so she gave me a sharp look. " You must be wondering why you are here." Greystone Institute. Who wouldn't know the damn reason why they were brought here?

"Gosh, I don't know? Probably the free food?"

" Miss...Johnson please kindly cooperate with us, we are only trying to help."

Only trying to help.

I hated that word; it was a word that I had constantly heard throughout my life, a word I despised. I felt my hands shaking, no please don't, not now. The man in the white suit eyed me suspiciously. I tried my best to sit up straight and appear calm.

" You have had a history of anger management including assault when you were in high school."

" It was an argument the girl was asking for it." I say trying my best to reason with her. But she simple purses her lips and continues, " Tantrums and violent outbursts as well, there is one incident in particular involving a pencil in Kindergarten."

I grimace remembering the time I stabbed Kim Burns with a pencil because she called me dumb.

" Look I'm fine I got therapy and I moved on with my life, -"

" I wasn't done Miss Johnson, I suggest you cooperate or I will have to call for more backup."

I huffed and glared at her with all the hatred I could possibly have on a stranger.

" Have you ever taken drugs before?"

" Medication? Yes."

" Really? Because it says here that you were caught with drugs when you were in, lets see, Junior year?"

" It was for my nerves, the file would have told you that."

She grimaced at me.

" Well Miss Johnson, there definitely seems to be a problem here."

I straightened up and looked at her eagerly, hoping that they had made a terrible mistake.

" You were brought today because you according to your sisters was showing signs of bipolar disorder, but upon further investigation and also with the help of your previous therapist, I have come to realize that there is more to the story."

I frowned at what she said, she noticed my reaction and slid the file to me.

" We have all night, Miss Johnson."