~ The backstory of Cat ~

I want to go home...

Cat was laying on the bed, crying into the pillow. A psychyathrist had talked to her, and done some wierd kinds of tests and stuff. He had looked at her scars and cuts and stuff. Asked about the a stuff that happened to Cecilia, and her eye. They had concluded that Cat had some sort of Split personality disorder, or Skitzophrenia.

She sat up after a while, and tried to pull herself together, but ended up laying her head in her hands. Okay so she was crazy. Great, fantastic. The Psychyathrist had told her the early signs of Skitsophrenia could be split personality, hearing voices, having the feeling of being watched, strange or wierd behaviour, difficoulty telling apart realuty and fantacy, and possibly violence. Violence..? Cat wasen't violent at all wasn't she? No.

Suddenly someone opened the door to her small room. It was a nurse probably. "Katherina you're going to be mooning rooms now that you're diagnosed. We'll run some tests, prescribe you some medicine, and therapy and you're going to share a room with another patient." The nurse informed her, looking down on a clipboard. Cat stood up silently, and followed the nurse out of the room. They walked through a corridor that seamed to go on for the very long time. The walls had an ugly grey color, and it was stained in some places. The floor was hard and cold. She only noe realised she was not wearing any socks.

They entered a room with chalk white walls, and a white floor. It had a fee chairs, a computer on an iron table, a few hospital beds, and a few needles that almost made her gag just looking at them. The person that seamed to be a doctor showed her to sit on one of the beds. He asked her a few questions, and Cat answered with basic answers puke yes or no. They ran a few tests that she didn't quite understand why were even nececary, like thy just did it for dramatic effect or something. She felt like she was in a movie or a book, but it was reality. Possibly...

The nurse then showed her to her room, and told her she was allowed to roam the hospital freely, and the times she had to eat, go to therapy, take her medication and lights out.

Cat walked into the room that was only slightly bigger than her last one, but it had 2 beds. It also had a window with bars on it this time that made it possible to see into the hall, but it felt more like they could look at her.Her room mate seamed not to be here. She was nervous to meet them, and afraid to. A teddy bear was laying on Cat's bed. She recodniced it, it was her teddy bear. Her parents must of brought it...

She decided to go look around. She grabbed the bear, and walked back into the coridoors. Teddy bear closely tucked into her arms, 12 year one Cat stared roaming around. She could see all of the people inside their cells as she walked by. Some of them seamed to be behaving normally. Reading books, or just sleeping. Some of them were playing cards in wierd, confusing ways. Some were just staring at the walls, with hollow looking eyes, like they had no soul. Cat had the creeps, she hated being there, she felt like she wasn't one of them. She decided to go back to her rooms when she started hearing some people whispering to each other as she walked by.

She ran back to her room, and sat down on her bed. At least she had her teddy to talk you. She spent the rest of the day playing cards with her stuffed bear, and staring at the endless scirke of the clock.

((Sorry if there are a lot of spelling mistakes and other error im tiered AF))