Hallucination || h.s. a.u.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 1.

Everyone is brought into this world with a reason. Whether they change something in someone's life, whether it be that they changed something in this world to make it become better than what it already was. But as for me, I didn't deserve a place in this world, honestly, I don't even think I was suppose to brought in. Because my mother was being a slut, having sexual intercourse's with different men every other hour, trying to do something better with her life. My father stuck around, knowing he'd made a mistake during his high school life.

As for my mother, she'd rather being doing her own thing, not giving a fuck about me. But who could blame her, if she didn't want a kid, then why not be on birth control pills. It's better to be safe, am I right? When father wasn't home, I'd be physically abused. I have battle scars to prove that I was up against a fight since the ages 7-17. Up until then, my father had died of lung cancer, as they had told me, but I knew the real reason behind it. As for me, I was born with a terrible asthma, having to be put on an oxygen tank every now and then. The day that my father died, was terrible. Being skinned alive in front of your own daughter is something, that is not enjoyable.

I am brought out of my trance, hearing the footsteps of someone. No sure if it were an employee or just a guard walking by. As the noise grew closer, she then realised it is just a guard walking with a patient. I lick my dry lips. It's been about a week since I've been here. Sure, I'm not as crazy as most people here, but after what happened with my father, I knew I wasn't the same and some how I needed help. I went with my aunt. Telling her about everything. She took me in, but the nightmares kept getting worst each time I closed my eyes hoping for some sweet dream to happen.

As the continued on, I only then realised that I would start day dreaming, that happened only a few weeks back. It was until a week ago, that my aunt suggested, I'd see a doctor. Only for them to send me to a mental institute. Sure it's something I wasn't up for, but if I ever wanted to at least get better it was the only option, I had besides death. Which is something I wasn't really looking forward to. So here I am, someone in London, in a mental institute for my own beneficial.

Our rooms are okay. I mean, you have a nice window, where you see people walk back. The doors open automatically, only if you have an employee card. It's more like a hi-tech place if you ask me. Everything is colored white, except our uniforms, which is the only source of colour besides the disgusting food. Since this place is big and many are shipped here, some are forced to share a room. I on the other hand, don't have to since, I'm under age and everyone else here is over age. To conclude, I am the youngest out of everyone here.

Hearing the automatic doors open, my head snaps up. I see a girl with her hair, pulled back into a tight bun. I'd say she's around twenty-five. She's my guard for all I know. "Dear it's time for lunch," she calls out. I stretch out, beginning to walk towards her. Like most other guards, she won't hold on tight to my arm, which was why I was given a new guard, because the last one left a remarkable large bruise on my left bicep. And she knows that I won't run away, because I don't want to leave this place. It's been a while, since I've had those shitty nightmares, by a while, I mean like a few hours.

As the door slides open, I walk in. Okay, so sometimes they don't serve shitty food, but that's only on Friday's. Breakfast and dinner is the only place where there is decent food. Today is Friday, which I consider good days because it's just always seem like happy days to me.

I sigh, sitting down at a table. I chew on the inside of my cheek. Sure I'm hungry, but at the same time I feel as if I eat, then I'll end up throwing it all up for some unknown reason. My long dark hair falls down reach a little under my breast. It's the longest I've ever had it and I'd like to keep it that way.