Dystopian Age

Chapter 1- Auburn

      Even before the dystopia occurred, when I was a little girl, I was not "normal". I would kill things out of fascination and for fun. I would read books about death and what comes after, pull pranks that progressively got more and more harmful, and said that I could talk to spirits. I was a very cheerful girl though, always smiling and always trying to make friends. The children I approached, however, did not want to be friends or even talk to me. 

     As I grew my parents also grew... more and more tired of my outrageous stories and mind. When I was 17 my parents threw me  into an insane asylum. 

*Flashback*

"Why are you doing this to me?" I screamed and kicked while the doctors were dragging me away.

All my parents did was stare. 

     I was then shoved into a bathroom where I got washed, then pulled by nuns to get into the typical hospital attire ( a gown ), then pushed into a room. I charged at the door, hoping it would budge. I did this over and over then eventually gave up. I sunk to the floor 

"Damnit." I said with only the dark cold room giving a response. 

     A few minutes I was still in the same corner of my new room. My knees pressed tightly to my chest, head down, and arms around legs. I got up and walked over to a reflective part in the wall, looking at myself I forced a smile which stayed almost like it was stuck to my face. A forced smile is a sign of covered up depression, not wanting anyone to worry about you. The kind of smile that only the people closet to you could see through. That was not my case, however. It was like someone stitched mine in place. I was always one to be optimistic despite any situation. Life in the asylum was very hard to get used to. 

"I am not insane!"(DoN't LIe ) I would repeat. The nuns and nurses always ignored. They gave me medicine pretty much every hour, every day, every week, every month, every year. I hate it here. I loathe this place... I am not insane. 

     Weeks felt like years in this place. The screaming and crying of the other patients was an unimaginable horror I never thought I would experience. However, I still got into mischief. I would always get out of my straight jacket like it was nothing and wrap it around my waist. I would laugh and run away until someone caught me and forced it back on (It never stopped me from getting back out of it ). I would occasionally steal a knife or two without anyone knowing. Man, this place is not well secured, or at least not secured enough to stop me from breaking the rules. Each time I was bad or got into trouble, they gave me electric shock therapy. It only made my mind even more scrambled just like the eggs my mama used to make me every morning. Hell, maybe I am insane. Hehe~

From then on I was always found roaming the halls at nights. The nuns would always have to put me back in my room. 

"CoMe oN NoW, doN't Be LIKe tHAt" I would smirk and tell them.