Red, The Colour of Normality

The White Room

The empty white room seemed to get smaller every day. I don't know how long I had been here, but it felt like forever. If we were crazy when we got here, what were we after a week, a month, a year or even a lifetime in this place? We allocated times to be fed, to exercise and for therapy sessions. I felt like a lab-rat, they were only interested in testing new drugs on us to make us "normal".

I had always thought that I was normal, and my mother had always reassured me that I was. It was a normal day, except for the men in funny suits and the dainty appearing at our door to take me away. I sat in the car demanding to be told where they were taking me and why, but they simply ignored me.

We arrived at a building that looked somewhat like a school and prison combined. I would not leave the car without an explanation, they had to physically remove me. I was kicking and screaming, like a three year old throwing a tantrum. The men simply looked at each other and nodded. They grabbed me firmer and the dainty lady came towards me. I felt a pinch in my arm and everything went dark.