☻ Insanity | h.s ☹

A/N- Please recommend my book, I'd really appreciate that.x

Started- April something 2014

Songs for this story/chapter-

'Drive' -Miley Cyrus

'Skinny Love' -Birdy

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in·san·i·ty

inˈsanitē/

noun

"he suffered from bouts of insanity"

synonyms: mental illness, madness, dementia;

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Prologue

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December 24th, 2011-

It was just a cold, dark, stormy night. It was currently Christmas eve, and mother was driving my brother Jack and I to our fathers for Christmas.

Suddenly a flash of lighting pried out of nowhere and struck mothers car, spinning us out of control and crashing into a near by catalpa.

I was sobbing as I heard silence.

I got out of the crushed car and found that Jack was okay. Only, my mother wasn't- she was barley breathing; I held her tight and told her help was coming.

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That was the day I lost my mother, my life, my world. She didn't make it even before help came, Jack and I moved in with our father.

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December 24th, 2014

Today's the anniversary of my mothers death, the day I chose to dislike. I'm currently standing in front of her tombstone, grieving.

'Here lies beloved Lacey Sanders

1973-2011 mother of two and loyal wife. May you rest in peace'

Funny thing is, there's a catalpa tree right behind her grave, I envy that.

So much has changed over the past three years since the accident that ruined my life happened; including myself. I have been diagnosed with depression, and anxiety. I have to go to Asylum for therapy sessions, I don't see why- I'm perfectly fine.

I'm not insane; I'm sane.

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Today I have a session with Dr. Felix, I see him four days a week, I used to see him six- but I've improved over the years and my days got reduced.

I'm currently seventeen, and Asylum still gives me a terrifying feeling. I wonder what types of insane people are located here, and what lies in the depths of this place. It's only the best mental institution in the United States.

The institution is where I actually met some of my friends, Angelina whom I'm closest to. There's a special place located just for teens like me in the institution- we are known as the sane people.

I showered, pulled my long brunette hair into a high ponytail, and dressed into some skinny jeans, a creme jumper- grabbed my blue toms and shoved them on as I walked down the stairs into the kitchen. "Good-afternoon Delilah," my father called.

I replied to him with a quick kiss on the cheek. I walked into the family room, and told Jack I'm ready for my session. He nodded, started walking towards the door and pulled out his car keys- with me following asuit behind.

We started our way to Asylum. "Everything's going to be okay," he smiled at me and reached for my hand.

"What are you talking about Jack, everything's just dandy." I fake smiled. Using a pretext on him, on everyone actually. I hate telling anyone about my personal feelings. Jack and I may be fraternal twins- but that doesn't change a thing.

He frowned, "Delilah, I can see right through your little prevarication."

I sighed, "I just don't want to talk at the moment," I got out of his car, smiled, and went inside of what I'd like to call; hell.

Walking in, imediently catching the stench of the crazed which is a foul smell, I saw the one patient who always seemed to amaze me- dark curls and green eyes. Although, I don't know his name.

But, I am anxious to find out. And I will.

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A/N- Comment, vote and fan! I'm SO excited to wright this story!! I'm sorry and apologize furthermore- I DONOT know nothing about anxiety, depression and asylum, but I will look some stuff up for that!

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