Finally

Chapter 1.

I woke up to screaming. I wasn't surprised, or scared. This happens almost every night. Either somebody is screaming, lashing out, or banging there head against the wall. It got a little old after the first few days of me being here. All I wanted to do was sleep, to get away from this hell hole for a little while, but these psychopaths weren't making it easy.

Not that my life has every been easy, but it would still be nice to get a decent sleep for once.

The staff came back to where our rooms were and removed everybody into the day room, so they could control the girl freaking out. They usually give them a shot in there ass, to put them to sleep instantly. I don't blame them, If I had to deal with crazy shit like that, I'd do the same.

When we got into the day room, they told us to go sit in our chairs. They assigned certain chairs for everybody to sit in everyday. I'm not sure why we have assigned seats. Maybe it was so nobody would argue to a person who sat in the seat they wanted to sit in. They treat us like were all 10 year old's, but some of them act like it.

There's not a lot of sane people in here. I feel like I'm the only one. But there's this one other girl, but I don't know her name. She seams alright. I've talked to her a few times, to say excuse me or basic shit like that.

We weren't aloud to even have phones in here. They seriously took everything we had away from us. The only thing we pretty much had to our names was our medicine. Literally. Witch sucked because twitter and Facebook was basically my life. I know Facebook is a little old now but I still love it.

It's hell here, and I just want to get out. The only perks of the day comes from going to the cafeteria, or to the gym. But only two units were aloud to be in the gym at once, and we were ALWAYS accompanied with staff and guards.

They had to make sure we were following the rules every where we went, and didn't act out of hand. They put no trust in us at all. But again, I don't blame them.

I don't trust anybody.

Some of the rules were pathetic. When they wanted us to be quite they would say "Off talks" and if we didn't stop talking, we didn't get to play with puzzles or draw later. Everyday we would wake up at 6 and get ready. To get ready it took nothing but a small tooth brush to brush our teeth, a little brush for our hair, and some DO for our BO. We didn't get to shave, because none of us were aloud to have anything sharp. I mean, they even had to supervise us while we brushed our hair because the brushes were plastic. We had group session two times a day, then about 30 minutes to write in our journal about how we are feelings and what not. At 7, we all got to do phone calls. But there were only two phones so only two people could talk at a time, but only for 10 minutes. We also had visitation every Sunday from 2 to 4. We had to be in bed by 8:00 on the dot, and asleep by 9 .Which was fine at least for me, I love sleep.

When we walked to the cafeteria, we had to have our hands behind our back and be off talks. In the cafeteria there were 4 other units in there. Thresh hold, witch is for male sex offenders,, 2 west, witch are addicts to drugs or alcohol. South house boys witch were for all boys and then south house girls for only girls. South house was for people who have been abused, and have problems with self harming.

And that's where I was.

There were also other units but didn't come to our lunch witch was 3 west, for kids who were 8 to 12. Then there were the peds witch were for little kids. It broke my heart to see them, but luckily it was very rare too. Mainly just when I had to go to the nurse or to my counseling session, witch was only once a week.

When I went to the cafeteria, there was always this boy who sat in the the same chair everyday. He had curly dark brown hair and that's about all I knew since I've never been up close to him. There was something off about him to me. Nothing like he was dangerous or anything, but something just seemed.. weird. I think it's strange I think that because I've never even been 5 feet close to him or what he sounded like. But, when I stood in line to get my food, I would always hear him humming on the other side of the room. It was a lovely sound actually.

Sometimes when I would look at him, he would look back. He would stare at me like he was hearing exactly what I was thinking or he knew exactly what I had gone threw. I once caught him staring at my wrist. I couldn't get mad at him for it, if I saw somebody with scars like mine I would stare too.

The lunch line wasn't car from the table he sat at, at all, so they were noticeable.

Well I guess it's time to introduce myself.

Hi, my name is Clarity Isabella Williams and I am 17 years old and currently at Shadow Mountain, Mental Hospital.