Not So Insane After All

Chapter 1 (Chloe)

Everyone thinks they're a little crazy, right? Doesn't everyone think that they're weird in their own little way? I like to refer to it as a "talent." Mine? I can hear voices. Don't call me crazy, because I'm not--no matter what the doctors say. The voices are warnings--telling me when people are going to die, when things are going to go wrong. But no one believes me. Remember 9/11? The voices warned me about it beforehand, but anyone I told would assume I was crazy. Sometimes they yell things I don't want to hear, but I can't get them to stop. I've tried everything that won't kill me to get rid of them, but so far nothing has worked

It started happening when I was ten. I was in my classroom talking to my teacher, when out of nowhere there was a flash of light and a high pitched sound. I couldn't see for a few seconds, but my sight returned quickly. I looked around, unable to hear a thing. I remember my teacher, on the other side of the room, a horrified look etched on her deathly pale face, her ocean blue eyes wide open in terror and her black hair for some reason all tangled, with my peers hiding close behind her. I took a cautious step towards them. They took a step back. I was confused, and scared out of my mind. Immediately ran out of the room and into the bathroom to hide myself away. I looked in the mirror for clues, and saw the same hair, same skin, same face.

But my eyes. They weren't their normal dark amber green. They were bright blue.

I was then knocked out by a big bang. I still don't have any idea of what knocked me out to this day.

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I've been here in the insane asylum since I was eleven. Of course there's quite a few wack jobs, but some of the people here are your basic, average person.

For example: Jack. He's been my friend basically the whole time I've been here. He's of about average height, and relatively thin. His face is a distinct Irish white, and his ocean blue eyes mix wonderfully with his dark brunette hair. Normally he doesn't like to talk about why he's here, but because of our trust in each other he told me. They said he's Schizophrenic, but in reality he sees the things others deny to--the things most don't want to see. He can see people's true intentions, who they truly are inside, what they have done--good or bad. His mom put him here after he told his teacher he knew she killed her husband. Turns out she did, i was admitted to the new Fairview Training Center mental health institution. After it was bought out by Mike Fast as a "new start for the place that could have been a success if taken care of." as he stated when he bought it back in 2000. The place was good at first. But then someone new took over the place, his name was Kory Baylor. Then that is when this place went to shit.

"Hey you crazy piece of shit, time to get up and take your pills!" Zeke, a guard here, said. I've never liked Zeke. He's a complete cockwad for absolutely no reason, and unfortunately from what I've heard he won't be dying anytime soon. But it's absolutely necessary to tolerate him--his father owns the place.

One of the other guards here, Mark, is pretty close to Jack and I. he was only hired about two years ago, but i can trust him. He's relatively tall- compared to me anyway- and has a fit, lean body, and his dark black hair perfectly frames his light chocolate skin, and dark brown eyes almost black. Unlike other guards, he's patient, kind, and supportive of Jack and myself. We can trust him with our secrets, because he believes us.

Recently Mark came down with the flu, so I haven't been able to see him lately. He told us that he was going to get us out of here someday because he knows that we are not crazy. I can't wait for that day to come, to get the fuck out of this place. That will happen one way or another. But for now we will wait.

I walked out and saw jack sitting alone. He turns around and waves at me.

"Oh hey jack!" i said as i started to fix my long blond hair.