Reyna wasn't quite sure how, but she had made it out. Just like she had been told, Reyna slipped out of her door, down the hallway, and neared the heavy metal door. It must have been fate, for it was The Meeting, a time for all the "teachers" to meet and discuss their patients as well as converse with fellow doctors. She had seen the dancing of guards' fingers over the delicate numbers of the keypad. It was simple, all too simple, for a "mentally-ill" girl to merely... leave.
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Greeting Insanity
General FictionI find comfort in the colors of the world That's where the "doctors" have it wrong Sticking people like me In rooms adorned only with Plain Crisp White Walls White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's vile It's cruel And it makes...
