Stay Away

The insane life

I've been here for a week. They will randomly come in the rooms and check on us. All of us. I met a girl named Rachel. Who is insane to. Insanity is how we met. I was in a meeting I was forced to go to a meeting for 'help' with my violence. She walked in fighting against the people leading her in. She was yelling cuss words and telling them she didn't need 'help'. I finally got tired of her yelling.

     "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SIT DOWN YOU'RE GOING TO BE HERE ANYWAY!" I yelled at her.

She looked at me shocked.

    "Who the hell are you?" She asked. "None of your damn business." I said crossing my arms and sinking down in my chair.
   "Suit yourself, I'm your worst nightmare."
   "Oh, Hon, my nightmare is being in this damn prison."
   "Rachel, that's my name. Some people call me red blood cause my hair colour and the reason im in here." She said sitting next to me.
  "What did you do?"
    "None of your damn business." She mocked.
   "You wanna know who I am or not?"
    "Fine, I killed my brother and played in the blood." She said casually liken it was a thing she did regularly.
   "Damn, that's fucked up. My name is Luna. I murdered a girl for making fun of me. It was very pleasing. I dragged a knife down her face and across her neck."
  "You're fucked up to. My room is 17,if you ever wanna stop by." She said. I could tell she didn't have many friends but I wasnt scared of her.

The rest of the time we were sarcastic and never said anything unless it was just a sarcastic comment.

"You really expect us to say what's on our minds. Probably all of us are think of ways to murder you right now because that's what we are. Murderers." Rachel said.

"Fine,meeting adjourned." The person said giving up on us.

I went back to my room and saw Sean on the floor half dead. I screamed. People immediately came to my room and helped. I cried. Usually I didn't cry about anything unless it was someone's death or almost death. People tried to comfort me but me being me I punch and kicked and fought every one of them. I ran into where they were taking him. A hospital. A real hospital. I ran out to the ambulance before they could shut the big steel door. They took in as well. I started to cry harder. I didn't stay long at the hospital. Not long enough to see if he was going to live. They took me back to the hell hole (as I now called it).  I went to sleep thinking of a way. A way to get out of this place. And he was my ticket to freedom.

Sorry it's so short I will try to write more next time. Until then bye bye my people.
                                     ~thatonewriter973