I Just Dont Understand

help?

I didnt understand what i did to deserve this,i didnt do anything but try to confront my step dad.But my mother didnt believe me.Now my step dad and my mom live alone.Without me...alone.My thoughts were torn apart from my mind when I woke up in a small room.An all white room.Then it hit me that i wasnt at home and suddenly i remembered everything.Everything that had happened with my step dad and my mom.I was so lost in thought i didnt realise i was crying and i thought to myself help me please,anyone please help me get out of here.IM NOT CRAZY!! Its not fair that i have to stay here for the rest of my life!I dont want to be like my real dad!I was screaming my lungs out.Then i heard someone yelling for me to calm down.I looked to my left towards the door.I saw a man in a white suit with a little cup in his hand.I stop screaming and crying and looked at him when he opened the door with a silver key.He looked me dead in the eyes.It was almost as if i had his cold soul in my hands.He handed me a pill and the little cup of water.I was scared at first to take the pill but he told me it would help me relax so i agreed to take it and then he told me that he was my doctor and was going to "help me".I thought in my head,help?He really thinks he can help me?. I didnt know what to say but okay to every sentence he said,even though i wanted to yell at him to go away.He told me that if i was good he would give me some candy.When he said it,it had reminded me that my mom told me not to take candy from strangers.He made me talk about my social life and my family life.I didnt like it at all.This man scared me because he was tall and gave me alot of pills.After alot of talking,he said goodbye and then walked out of the plain white room,not even giving me candy.I was glad he left though.Im not so sure he can help me with my problems.Help is a weird word.It can be a bad thing or a good thing.Help is a word i dislike very much.