The Boys Scent ✔️

X - Insane Place

I awoke in a small room with padded walls and no visible door. I look to my wrists and there is gauze covering the cuts I made last night. A clock in the corner of the room said 3:12 am.

I don't remember anything past me cutting myself, and my sister barging in, and I have no idea how they managed to put me in Twin Rivers Mental Hospital. Especially since it was over three hours from my home town. Why'd they bring me here?

I had been here before with my family to check on my aunt many times. But, in the end, the fools that run this place cannot keep at least one person from killing themselves. I heard rumored things from my aunt, but my parents never believed them. Apparently, in the meals they cook for you, they put cocaine or some type of really addictive drug to make you go even more insane, craving the stuff.

I'm not sure if I believe it or not.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. I stand, frightened. I don't want to be here, I don't deserve to be here, and if I don't eat the food, they'll never let me out. Also, no one will know that I've been imprisoned here, my family would most likely keep it a secret from all my friends.

A girl with frayed white hair, and a long pale blue dress that went to her ankles came into my room. Her hands were locked, and she only unlocked them to push up her glasses, resting on the bridge of her nose. She spoke in a British accent and acted high class. "You have been moved from here to another room. Follow me." We left the padded room, but not before she clipped handcuffs around my wrists, and dragged me along with a piece of rope.

These people actually are going to make me insane with their tiny padded rooms, British accents, pale blue dresses, and handcuffs with ropes.

We stopped alongside a grey door that had a small slot in the middle, and just above it, a small, square window with bars. Of course. The lady opened the door and I was pushed in gently. Then she undid my handcuffs and quickly slipped out through the door, which was locked with a heavy padlock.

The room was small and could only fit a single bed, a bedside table, and a small cave of books. Also, a larger window like the one on the door was above the small bed and you could barely see a plethora of evergreen trees, because of the darkness, but, no sign of civilization.

This may as well be the end of my life. "Please." I begged the woman at the door. "Why am I here?"

"Those." She pointed to the gauze on my wrists. "Those are signs of the devil. You must not mark on your skin. Never play with wretched sins. Never play with wretched sins. Never play with wretched sins. Never-" she was cut off by a girls voice.

"Sister Cathy." The tak tak tak of her heels on the hard ground almost drove me mad, because it was the only sound in this cruel, insane place. The rest of the building was silent. Once the girl reached Sister Cathy, she touched her shoulder and pushed her down the hallway, and as I listened to the sound of their shoes on the floor, I walked to the bed and sat on top of it, pulling my legs up to meet my chin.

Then I cried. I was sorry. I didn't know what was going on with my life anymore and I just wanted to start all over. I wanted to choose Nathaniel. I wanted to be the one to reject Kaydon. I wanted to slap Darius once he found me. I wanted to laugh and joke with Caspian. I wanted to wake up and have breakfast with my normal family. I wanted to have everyone in school looking at me and Nathaniel with jealous glares. I wanted to be loved. But I messed everything up. Like I always do. And that led me to become who I was today. Where I was today.