White walls, white floors, and white clothes. Thats all that's here. The doctors wear white. The nurses wear white, and most of the poeple are white, pale ghosts. They took away my shoe laces, and they took away my belt. I can't leave the 8th floor. And I can't go back to school.
Some call me a head case. Some call me an attention whore.
I call myself worthless.
Thats what brought me here.
I have been in Hope Mental Hospital for over three weeks. Sure thats not that long. But, i'm not allowed to leave anytime soon. I'm a code blue. I'm sure you want to know what that means...
Why am I here you may ask? Well I guess you are just going to have to read and see.
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Greetings from Hope Mental Hospital
Teen FictionMy name is Emery Jones, and I am in a mental hospital. I think i'm insane. The nurses think i'm insane. And m doctor thinks i'm insane. I just can't realize that i'm just lonely. Come find out how i'm surviving.
