the human brain is truly the scariest thing of all. It can make things appear and disappear. They can make somebody and it can break somebody. It's the reason for argument's, war, and even death. it's the main cause for suicide and murder. It's an o...
My life wasn't always like this. My walls used to be a light shade of green and my floor had beige carpets. Now I have blindingly bright white padded walls and a floor to match. I used to have a huge white canopy bed with blankets and pillows galore. Now I have a thin blanket that has moth eaten holes in it and a thin pillow on the floor in the corner well at least the floor is padded. The only things that haven't changed are my toys, books and arts and crafts stuff. Those are the things I was aloud to bring. Well not into the padded room, into my real room. I was in here because I fought back when the nurse tried to give my the medicine. I punched the lady in the face and kicked her in the stomach. Then five or six male nurses came in and held me down and the lady I hurt gave me a sedative and as I cried and fought back she told me it was ok and that she forgave me. Lying bitch!! She's the reason I'm in here. I hate this fucking room. I wish I could leave.
I sat there for what felt like hours but I knew was only minutes staring at the window in the door waiting for doctor Richard to let me out of this God forsaken room and interrogate me while I colour. That's what he does he let's me colour but the rule is I have to answer all his questions. He's deemed me as a psychopath or sociopath I don't remember it doesn't mean much to me. He's wrong I'm not crazy. I'm smart and I'm also claiming to see people who aren't there. I'm not the only one either one of the boys in the lower wings sees them too. That's why he's here. His name is Gordon and he is the only boy who is my age. This is Gordon:
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I like his hair. But anyway I also used to have pretty dresses but now I'm forced to wear this simple thing:
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But don't worry by the end of this story I'll be wearing clothes similar to this:
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