Paths || h.s

|Chapter 1|

"Do you wanna build a snow man?" I sing as I play with my fingers.

It had officially been five years in the mental asylum.

I'm not mental okay?

They think I'm mental. They say I'm not acting my age.I already don't have my mommy and my elder sister claimed I was mental and so the people took me away when I was 14 years old in a special ward of asylum.

They claimed that 14 year olds don't play with dollies and teddy bears and that I always act like a child. My doctor said I was fine so they thought I was crazy.

I don't even remember how old I am.. I feel I'm the same old..

Brrr... I wanna cry...
I feel soo alone in this world. I have noone. Noone cares for me. Its been years and I haven't gone outside.

Noone meets me. I wish mommy didn't die in the car accident. I would still have my mommy! My sister used to hate me anyway.

"So what happens to be the problem with this young girl?" A lady asked and I looked up to her still humming the Frozen Song I love.

Sometimes I wish I was a Barbie or princess so I could have a happily ever after.

"That's the thing, ma'am...this patient was claimed alright by the doctor but she still acts like a 7 year old child!She has no parents and her sister threw her here." The other woman said and I scoffed throwing my teddy bear at her.

My teddy was the only thing I ever loved after my mommy. He was loyal to me.

"Hmm" the nicer lady examined,"What's your name,dear?"

"B-blair" I stuttered clutching and hugging my teddy.

"Sweetie,what about the sir name?"

"I d-dont have any o-other name" I stuttered again.

"Do you know how old you are you are,Blair?"

I shook my head.

"You're 19 years old and 19 years old aren't like you are " the ruder lady says and I frown.

"I'm not mental! I'm not mental!" I start repeating it as I get fits when somebody keeps making me feel inferior.

"There!She starts again..let me inject her!" The rude lady says.

"No! No ! Not injectionyyyyy ..it hurts...please...I want mommmy!" I cried but seemed like nobody listened as the rude lady went towards the drawer.

"I know her problem" the nicer lady says to the rude lady.

"What is it?"

"She's not mental. She need someone to truly love her and bring her back to the real life " she says.