People

Alice

What a funny name they gave me? It suits me well though, being a shizo and all.

Alice in wonderland was about a little girl who found comfort and distraught in her world, much like mine.

I've been sitting in isolation all week refusing meds and having them forced down my throat.

I repeat the words carved into the plaque on the door over a hundred times.

People. We help people, because that's what we are, people.

It's the place's motto or something. Kinda coincidental since they named the facility People.

It had a giant statue in the back that was a robot man holing his arms out rejoicing.

Ironic, they say we're all people, yet they put a robot statue. I don't know anymore.

The lithium has made my freak outs calmer this week. Two weeks ago I tried to kick the bucket and dice up my arms when they told me too.

Who's they? You ask, I wish I knew.

All I did know was they were violent and wanted so much from me.

They tortured me with their illusions of a boy that had blood spilling from his eyes.

Play with me.

He hushed to me, and grew louder when I refused.

I had enough with it all, and that's why I sat in the isolation room of People: a mental facility for teens.

I have been here a little less than two weeks since the hospital took me first to fix me up.

The scars on my arm looked like a checked board now. Cuts turning up and down, side to side. Everywhere.

I'm surprised I didn't die right on the spot.

I guess god wants me to live after all. That or I've got bigger things coming.

I'm sick of this four walled cell. No windows, no light,

just an air conditioning vent and a door in front. They come in to feed me and force down my pills, but they won't have to tomorrow.

I'll take them willingly, but only to get out.

I do want to get out, but freedom comes with a price.

The sanity in this place is dangerously low. It shouldn't be hard to skip past with smooth talking and pill popping. What I'm worried about is the life after it all. Going back to the real world where life isn't pills in a little cup every six hours and restraints at the ready. We might be crazy, but they aren't even close to civilized.

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