The darkness within me

THE FLASHBACK

"Amanda,amanda,amanda" a voice yelled or was it a whisper? "Amanda i need you to focus". Finally realizing that the voice that has been calling my name for about two seconds was ms collins.
 
 Ms collins is a psychiatrist, an aggravating one is a better way to put it. "You call my name for a good 2 seconds and you're diagnosing me with not focusing?" I replied nonchalantly with a smirk on my face.
 
"Actually ms smith I've been calling your name for 5 minutes. Would you like to share your thoughts?"

     FLASHBACK😞😞😞😮
"You have to get out of here twin, you can not let those men get you; SNAP OUT OF IT"
a voice shouted as discreetly as possible.
And just like that the flash back is over.

The first time i had this flashback was yesterday during a fire drill. I heard someone yell you have to get out of here and the flashback started. Now i cant get it out of my head. Who was the voice? Why did he call me twin? And most importantly what men??? But of course i couldn't tell ms collins.

 You see I've been at helping hands for 2 years now. I'm not to sure why im here. Im really not to sure about a damn thing. I know absolutely nothing about my life . I just woke up here and have been doped off meds since day one. They claim it's because the first six months i didnt speak a word. But i mean who the hell would?? Anyways im just two weeks away from turning 18, then i am free from this dump, they call it helping hands, i call it BULLSHIT. I have no plans of giving them a reason to keep me in this prison any longer.
 
  I have to find out who the voice is, i need to find out what happen and how did i end up in the crazy house. Ms collins wont give me any leads. Some psychiatrist😒. Ugh i hate her.
"I'm just thinking about what im going to major in once i get out of here". I replied back with the fakest smile ever. "Hmm okay, well time is up. Dont forget sametime next week ms smith." Ms collins yelled out as i walked out the door.

   I hugged myself as I walked down the chilly dusty hallway that leads to my room. Helping hands is located in oakhill Minnesota. Its cold as hell a good 7 to 8 months out of the year and its december also to make it worse they have the air on 65 degrees. The owner IQ has to be below 0 if you ask me.
 
  "TURN THE FUCKING HEATER ON WHAT THE HELL YALL TRYING TO DO FREEZE US TO DEATH, HELPING HANDS MY ASS THE ONLY THING YALL HELPING US DO IS DIE FASTER THAN USUAL" Stacey snapped from the dining area. I literally could have died from the pain in my stomach from laughing so hard. This girl stay snapping.