Quinn

1.

I wake up with a jerk my head pounding and heart racing.

It was a dream. Again.

I have been getting these dreams more like nightmares since I came here. I still can't forget that day when mom called them to get me. I close my eyes and I can hear her exact words reply in my head.

"You are going to be okay Ryan, they are going to help you." She said kissing my forehead.

"I don't want to go there mom. I'm not insane." I said tugging at the roots of my hair. She shakes her head and hugs me.

I open my eyes and lay down trying to get some sleep.

Brookmoore Psychiatric Institution.

This is the place where I'm right now. A place for people who are mentally not okay. I'm here since last year. This is a place where people are sent because they can't be treated in a normal hospital. You might be wondering who am I and why am I here.

My bio here says

Name: Ryan Scott

Age: 18

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Hazel

Disease: Pysched

The reason why I'm here is because of that man. I'm not psyched. I don't have any reason to be here in this institution. It was hell staying in that house with that monster.

"Ryan breakfast" I hear the nurse slide in the plate into my cellar.

Yes cellar.

The upper level of the institute has different cellars for individual patients and I'm one of them.

"Thanks." I say and take the plate.

I don't know what I did to deserve this. I was happy with my college I had good grades and a good group of friends. Until that man came into our lives and ruined everything for me. I got a basketball scholarship and I was supposed to go to New York next year but all of my dreams are crushed and broken just like I'm.

This place this institution is well designed. There are four levels. First level for the minors and kids. Second for the general where they don't keep 3 to 4 people in a cellar. Third level is the doctors area and the last level the fourth level, is for the special cases where they give individual cellars to every patient. The cellars are huge with grey walls and iron bars so the patients can't escape and they have an automatic machine if we open the locks the alarms goes off. The cellar has a bed with a painting hanging on the wall. It's a painting of a boat in the middle of the storm in the ocean. There is a bathroom in the cellar and a medium sized cupboard where all of my belongings lay. I have been here since 2 months and everyday I just wake up sit and stare out in the space and sometimes I write poems. There is an empty cellar exactly opposite my cellar. It has been empty since I came here and there is another guy named Alex who is in the cellar next to mine. He is a decent guy with blonde hair and blue eyes. We speak sometimes but not everyday pretty much I'm alone here drowning into my own thoughts.

"Hey Ryan I think someone is coming in that cellar" Alex says pointing towards the opposite cellar.

"How you do know?" I ask him looking at him through the bars. One thing about Alex is that he loves to gossip.

"Yesterday I couldn't sleep so I was awake and I saw them cleaning the cellar." He says "I heard the girl who is coming is a psycho, atleast that's what they were saying."

"Oh." I didn't know what else to say. Everyone comes here because they are psycho or that's what people think.

I open my book the papers tumbling on the floor. I bend down and gather them, tuck them back between the pages of the book. I glance at the poem I wrote.

Out of the blue I thought why me?

Why can't just they let it be?

Out of the blue I hurt people

But the holes in my heart are deeper

Out of the blue I decided to be strong

And the world decided to prove me wrong

Out of the blue high school was hell

All I heard was the ringing bell

Mornings are for basketball

Late nights for beer pong

Out of the blue the boat was surrounded by shark

When I enter the house it's cold & dark

Out of the blue I thought why me?

Why can't just they let it be?

I hear the footsteps near the elevator nearing the cellar and I hear the chatter.

"I said leave me fucking alone" a girls voice sounds like she is struggling to get out of their grip.

"Oh my god I can walk can you chill?" same voice but a little louder. I get up look through the iron bars trying to see who the voice belongs to but I can't see anything all I can see is their shadows shining due to the sun rays coming from the window.

"I guess it's the new girl" Alex is standing near the bars too and I just nod.

I hear the footsteps and then I see a girl walk in. She has brunette hair and she is so petite almost like a delicate flower. I'm in awe. She is wearing the orange uniform of the institution and her hair is in a bun. She looks into my direction and shoots me a glare then I realise I've been staring at her all along.

"What are you looking at?" She fires and my eyes won't budge. She raises a brow at me and I shake my head and turn away into my cellar.

"I'm Veronica by the way" I hear her say and a smile tugs at my face and a thought appears into my mind when I turn around a give her a last glance. It's almost like an angel just walked into the hell.