I started walking to my room what is upstairs is that were the real crazys are like the ones that have to be here I really wouldn't doubt it.
"hey hey pssssttttt Bella "
it's violet she's in here room I walk in and sit on the bed.
"hey you just had to talk to Tom or 'Dr.Hiddleston' sorry haha"
"yea I did ummm so upstairs"
"yea"
"what's up there"
"Oh that's where they keep the crazys not to be mean Daniel up there and sometimes they send Tate but... yea"
"why where they up there?"
"well the didn't do anything bad you just go up there if they think your gonna hurt yourself and once you calm down you can come back"
"have you ever been up there if you don't mind me asking"
"no it's fine and yes I have there are some real messed up people up there it makes me feel a little better knowing I'm not completely crazy"
Oh sad I don't like thinking about people getting hurt I know I've hurt myself but others being hurt just hurts me too
"Ok well I'm gonna go to bed getting a little tired bye violet"
"bye bell"
I walked to my room hmmm as I lay on the bed I feel so relaxed its nice being in a place so quiet and for me stress free I only have to focus on getting better.
now I can be even be more relax and go on tumblr.
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happy I got to update and ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS YAYYYYY haha ok bye
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The Mentals
General FictionBella white is being sent to a metal ward for help and this is her story (this is my first story on wattpad)
