Escape

I've always asked myself if I am truly crazy. Reality has never been my friend, we were never even in the same social circles, but I never thought that I was so separated from the truth that my whole existence was built solely on my imagination. That's what these quacks, these "doctors" are saying. So here I am stuck in a padded cell, with only slight reprieves. This has become my reality, my existence. My jail from which I need to escape.

I silently walk down the well lit hallway towards the cafeteria. Everyone's in a line, some pushing and shoving to see who can get to the lime jello first, today's special. I scoff and sit down next to my best friend, Kade. He's the only one in here who truly gets me. I should probably explain where we are first. We are locked up in this hell hole that goes by Happylane Mental Hospital. Who the fuck in their right mind......oh wait it's a mental asylum.......okay, who the hell in their whacked out mind would name a crazy house Happylane? They just ignore me every time I ask. Anyway, my name is Jazz, 2 years ago I was diagnosed with schizophrenia with an extra delicious side dish of, wait for it, depression! So they sent me here. Hell's evil twin. Kade got here 6 months after me. He was diagnosed with a severe case of kleptomania, so always keep an eye on your belongings when he's around. We bonded after he stole one of my favourite books, which I proceeded to bash him over the head with once I stole it back. Needless to say, I'm no longer allowed books.

Anyway, back to the present. I slid onto the table's bench next to Kade.

"What's up broski?" I smirk.

"I truly wish you'd stop saying that Jazz," he says in his deep, smooth voice.

"Broski, broski, broski," I sing, rather loudly.

"Oh! You must be telling me you want to be called puny princess," he states in his condescending tone.

I growl. "I hate you." You see, my height has always been a sore point for me. I reach a grand total of 5'1. Most people don't live to see another minute, let alone day if they call me any variation of short. Luckily for him, I need a punching bag, and they're so hard to find these days. And don't even get me started on the princess thing. Anything that might be related to anything girly will automatically get shot down. By a bazooka.

"You know you love me deep down in that frozen, undersized heart of yours." Kade always manages to cheer me up. What? You can't see how sweet he is? Okay, me neither but i'm sure it's there somewhere. I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see Jason, a 6'4 god with a face that looks like it was sculpted by angels and a body that was sculpted by... I don't really know but it sure is sculpted. He has messy black hair and warm green eyes (yes alright, maybe I have a small crush, but don't hold it against me). One small problem. He was an orderly here at Happylane and he was WAY to perceptive.

Jason smiles, "Hey Jazz why aren't you eating sweetie?"

I hear snorting and turn back around to see Kade holding in a laugh. I stuck my tongue out, which only made him laugh harder. I faced Jason. "Don't worry I'm not about to give you guys another problem to worry about, I was just waiting for the line to clear up."

"That's good," he breathes in relief, "how are you feeling today?"

"Just peachy," I say distractedly, staring at the empty space above his shoulder, "why do you have an evil fairy on your shoulder?" By now, Kade is in hysterics. Let me explain. While I might be diagnosed as schizophrenic, I do not actually have any of the symptoms. At least not that I know of anyway. Kade seems to be the only one to believe me on that count. I've given up trying to convince anyone else though. It's not like they matter and they've already given up on me. Hope is rare here.

Jason's eyes widen and he opens his mouth to call for help when I finally let go of my laughter. "You should have seen your face!" I manage to get out. He eyes me warily. "God, you people can't take a freaking joke, can you?"

"You were JOKING! You cannot joke about your condition! Do you know how worried I was? Wait until Dr. Fresdit hears about this. You, young lady are in a lot of trouble. We need to keep a real eye on you because of the drugs you're taking and if you didn't say you were joking we could have changed your medications and messed up everything! Do not ever do that again, Jazz." He lectures.

"Wow, you guys really can't take a joke. And like Dr. Fresdit gives a fu-"

"Language!"

"Touchy, touchy. But really we all know Dr. Fresdit doesn't give a flying frogger, he just wants the money and to feel better than the people around him." The dear doctor i'm referring to is my psychiatrist. Most of the time he just sketches in his notebook during our sessions, nodding occasionally at all the wrong parts. When he finally does decide to participate, he brings out all my failures mixed with lemon juice and pours them into my open wounds.

Jason sighs, probably trying to find a flaw in my perfect logic, "He really does care Jazz, you just need to give him a chance."

"Whatever." All of this discussion had killed my good mood. I flop down on my arms and immediately start to scratch my now non-existent nails across my skin. Both Jason and Kade reach to pull my hand away.

"Why don't you grab something to eat," Jason murmurs, trying to distract me before he has to call in reinforcements, "the line has cleared up."

"Not hungry." I grumble.

He finally has to resort to threatening me. "Do you want to go back to room for the rest of the day, missy?"

"FINE." I snap and leave for the food. I go up and gather some scrambled eggs and toast, since i'm a vegetarian I don't go for the ever popular choice of bacon. I can feel Jason and Kade's on me the whole way, making sure that I wouldn't do something "stupid". I stomp back to the table, put down my tray rather forcefully and proceed to gobble up my breakfast. Just as I finished a bell signaled that it was time for group therapy. Great.

Put lots of nutjobs in one room.

Let chaos ensue.

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A/N Hey guys so this is my first book. Yay!!!!!!! I would be really happy of you guys vote comment and subscribe and give me suggestions, constructive criticism, anything! I'll try to upload soon but no promises! Bug me and i'll definitely get to it. So thanks everyone!

I mean no disrespect to anyone who is mentally ill this is what I believe would be the viewpoint of a cynical teenager going through the same situation. Thank you!