I couldn't move my arms. Enclosed in a white jacket keeping my arms secured into place. Before I was taken, vibrant colors were everywhere, outside, inside, you name it. But where I stood there was none of that.
White. All of it was a boring white. Every waking hour, minute, and second was driving me insane. They told me i was already insane, but I didn't believe them. I chose not to believe them. "Medicine will help you" they said. " Keeping you here will help you. I was never told why they kept me there, and I never found out.
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Everyday was the same, wake up, walk from one end of the room to the other, and sit back down on the white foam floors. When I was taken there I closed myself off. I didn't see the point in talking to people since my mom left.
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Closed Off
Short StoryThey were trying to save me from myself. I wasn't sick, I was perfectly fine. I kept myself closed off for a reason, That's what I tried to tell them why but they didn't listen. They never listened.
