Clinically Insane

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Waking up the next morning was hell. shooting up from my deep sleep I'm greeted by the bright light of my opened curtains, plopping off my bed I walk to my nextdoor bathroom, staring at.my naked body after stripping I take.in my appearance, my hair resembled a brown bird nest, my blue eyes rimmed with black, a mix between eyeliner and lack of sleep, I hop in the shower.

I leave the shower after 20 minutes of overthinking, the whisper of 'you're not good enough for your own family' 'A mental home for a mental you', I shook them off but still felt horrible, lookong slightly refreshed i wrap a towel round me and trot to my room, approaching my closet I take out a pair of jeans, a random tye-dye band top and my navy converse, going to my undie drawer I take out a plain black bra and black boxers, my boobs are normal sized, 36DD, my jeans are too long and bunch up at the bottom at my 5'4 body, I was skinny, and not the nice type, you could see my ribs without breathing in, my thighs looked a little like spongbobs, I stopped eating at age 12, after a boy called me fat and another called me a whale.

Ignoring my staring at the smashed mirror (which happened when I ce home and I freaked out) I put the clothes on, tucking in the top, I then walk the short distance to the spare room is to get the suitcase, once I grabbed it I threw it open on my bed, deciding to pack now and get it over with, I walk to my closet and throw all my clothes on the floor, picking up some random band tops, I fold and pile them o. the floor, I follow suit with some jeans, shorts and jumpers/jackets. throwing the remaining clothes back in the corner of the closet I goto my dressed, grabbing my black, red and blue dressed I place them in the bottom of my suitcase, I pile the folded clothes on top, grabbing my docs, other pair of converse and my knee high boots I put them on top of my clothes, zipping up that section of the suitcase I move onto the smaller section, grabbing all my bras and undies I stuff them in, grabbing my make up bag I also stuff that in. then zip it up, after quickally gathering all my toiletries into a small bag I also stuff that into this section. I push the top of the suitcase on and zip the now full bag up, pushing it into the corner I lay on my bed, checking the time 3:34, that woman said a car.was to come at 4 for me, deciding I can't go without an explanation, picking up my phone I dial the number for Paris.

*ring ring, ring ri*

Hello?

Heyy Parriss...

SKAR! how are you. what happened, what was with those creepy messages, what's going to happen, oh Skar you didn't try again did you?

I could hear her starting to cry,she knew of my past attempts, I started to regret calling her.

Erm long story short Par, I did. I have to go away for a while, but ill be back, ill see you in a few months bye.

I hang up before she says anything, grabbing my parka, I put my brand new earphones in, my new iPod with over 600 hours of songs, my phone and lip balm, my hair had dried into natural waves down my back, my bangs pushed out my face, putting my jacket on I grab.my suitcase and cascade.down the stairs. stopping at the door I leave the bag to stand on its own while I check the time, 3:57, 3 minutes.

You won't even fit in at a mental home, you don't fit in anywhere, you're ugly and thin and stupid, you look horrible all the time, you love hurting yourself don't you, you sick bastard, do it again, I dare you, give into me!

the voices in my head scream at me, I scrunch my eyes to hold back my tears, I won't give in, checking my phone 3:59, one minute. my thoughts are stopped by the rapid beeping outside, I groan and grab my suitcase, I'm scream in frustration, wether outloud or not, my own father won't see me for months, yet he's jot here to see me off, I walk put my house, whispering a goodbye, I get in the back.of the car while the driver puts.my suitcase in the boot, no words were exchanged while we set off, "We won't be there for about 3 hours, do you want to stop for food or something, I have money" I consider this, I'm hungry since I haven't eaten for about 27 hours, I nod in response, "McDonald's?" I widen my eyes and nod eagerly, I wait the 20 minutes before we pulled into a close McDonald's, we exit.the car and enter.the shop, "heres

20 bucks, get me a big Mac meal and coke, I'm gonna use the loo" I laugh at the dance he did and lightly nodded, while he walked to the toileti approached the counter And ordered the food, whilst handing over the money I heard chattering,"Well well well, its little Skarlett" I cringe at his voice and stay frozen staring at the person on the oppasite side of the counter who offered me a.small smile, a tap came on my shoulder "Oi freak! I'm talking to you! look at.me when I'm speaking to you!" his words came out harsh and hurt like a slap to the face.I breath. in.out.in.ou"Turn around freak!Or are you scared, Faggot!?" clenching my jaw, eyes tightly shut I turn to face him, opening my eyes to his blonde hair, green eyed glory, ironic my bully happens to look like a model, he's laughing, at me. I can't hear him though, I just see him, no sound, as if I've gone.deaf, I scream. I scream for a.good few minutes, when I stop, my eyes open again with tears in them, my voice is hourse, I tale a deep breath and look at the wide eyed people in the store, the group of 5 who bully me at school and thier ringleader Jacob stands there, everyone snaps out of their gaze when a bang comes from the left, out comes my driver, "so" he says slapping his hands together. "What did I miss?" he ends with a smile. oh you have no idea.

sitting back in the car after the 'incident' that occured 20 minutes ago, I sigh, leaning into the window, oh god it was emabressing."so are you gonna.tell me.what happened" so I go into the story of Jacob, it takes a long time, as I keep going into rants about him, "and now were here" I end. I decide to sleep.

"were here, wake up girl" I open.my eyes to darkness, it was only 6. he opens my door and I leave the car, my suitcase is already there in front of me, looking up to the huge mansion, I take a deep breath. grabbing my bag I walk up the steps, I knock twice. the door opens to a woman in a tight and boring suit. "Hello Skarlett, Welcome. To the Harrington mental institution" she ends with a Cheshire cat-like grin.