A/N: This story does contain swearing and some inappropriate content, nothing
Hali
Ten Years. Thats how long I've been here. I'm Hali James, resident of the Deathbrook Mental Hospital. So...basically, I'm crazy. I guess I kind of am though. I'm a masochist of sorts I guess. I also have SPD, apparently. I'm Hali, a normal kid, who just wants to see the world. Then, there's Liz, a psychotic masochist that comes out when I feel a strong emotion, who is a danger to her and everyone around her. I guess thats why I'm red banded.
There are three types of patients at Deathbrook. Red banded, yellow, and green.
Green means go, it is for patients that aren't really a danger, someone who should be let out soon.
Yellow is working on it, patients who are recovering slowly, getting some privileges.
Red is restricted, for patients that are a pangervto themselves and others.
I have no memories of anything other than the asylums white padded walls. I've been locked up for as long as I remember. I don't remember how flowers smell, only the scent of the rickety medical beds they have us sleep in. I don't ember the sound of birds chirping on a sunny day, only other patients groaning, moaning, or screaming.
I wish I could escape, but there's no way out. This facility is under constant lockdown.
As I said before, I've been here for 10 years, and over these 10 years I've noticed something. The facility is different. I mean, patient will disappear in the middle of the night, and no way am I gonna believe some lame ass excuse the nurses give, I know somethings up.
And I don't want to stick around to see what it is.
A/N:
Yay! Another Chapter finished! And, oh my god! Nine followers?! thank you so much guys! I hope you enjoyed the chap!
~~Angie~~
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رعب#81 mentalhospital #389 asuylum Hali James has been in Deathbrook Mental Hospital her whole life. Locked up from the age of 5 to treat an obsession with knives and pain, 10 years later she remains, living with no contact with the outside world beyon...
