It's always cold here. I would sit in the little rocking chair in the corner of the room and shiver, while watching all the people slowly get crazier and crazier. I'm kinda a loner if you couldn't tell. Most of these people are old well from age 30 and beyond. Maybe, I think Jamie might be in his 20's, but like I said they're old compared to me. I'm 14 and living in a mental hospital. I use to imagine marring some handsome guy, having a few kids and living life... Happy, with a job and a family. That won't happen though. I'm different. Even if I do get out of here, what will people think of me? Will I ever have a boyfriend or friends in general? I see these people wobbling around talking to themselves. I could only imagine what happened to them. The only person's story I know is Jamie's.
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Jemma
Teen FictionJemma was just a small town girl, dreaming of what she could be and who she will meet. The only problem was, was she was locked away... In a mental institution with no way out
