Broken.

Chapter 1-Trapped

I stared out of the window, if you could call it a window. It was a hole in the wall with jail bars blocking most of it. If I squinted, I could almost see the hills that sat at the edge of my home, SouthPark. The mental hospital was on the other side of the hills, it was like a massive wall, shielding my home from the monsters that lived here.
I don't remember much about what happened, my mind was very fucked up, but I'll try.
It went like this:
*flash back*
School was finished for the day. Everyone ran outside, and I was walking back to the coffee shop, dad had this new shipment of coffee and he wanted me to test it before he sold it. This was fine, however, this was the only coffee we had left in the shop. So when I arrived, dad said he had some unfortunate news, the ship that was delivering our coffee had sunk and the next shipment wouldn't be for months. I didn't mind at first, but after a week even the mention of coffee would make me furiously thirsty for it and I would scream and cry when I couldn't have it. Mum and dad didn't mind, but one day I just snapped. It was the evening and the mention of coffee came up on the TV, and I flipped. I remember throwing the TV at the wall and scratching at the walls with the broken shards etching in the words 'I need it, I need it, I NEED it.' Over and over. Mum came down stairs from all the commotion and screamed for a doctor until someone next door must have rang the mental hospital to collect me.
When I woke up the next morning, I was in a grey room, lying on a bed. A bed lay on the other side of the room, empty. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, got up and went to the door, I started yelling for someone and the window slid back, "Are you are guard?" I asked peering at him,
"No," he replied, "I'm your roommate."