Blue Box

Chapter 1

I shouldn't have been there. I shouldn't have been there. I shouldn't have been there.
I leaned against the blue walls. My hands were subdued in my straight jacket, and my eyes were on the camera propped in the corner of the walls which I rested on all day.
"Let me out!" My throat burnt from lack of hydration.
Hot tears started trickling down my pasty cheeks.
I thrusted forward, but I lost my balance and fell. "Let me out." I whispered.
I stared at my robin-egg colored walls until I calmed down.
"You listen here," I looked at the camera lens. "I'm not crazy. You have the wrong person." I panted.
I expected no one to respond, but to my surprise, a male voice came over the intercom.
"If you don't stop complaining, you're going to get punished."
"How will you punish me? Isn't it enough that you've locked me in this blue box?!" My voice cracked, and I started to cry again.
"Don't underestimate us, you emotional swine." The voice hissed.
I glared at the camera.

I had one mishap and it resulted in me being locked away in Redwood Mental Hospital. I have a short fuse and it's not long before I go off. Again.

"Get up." A gravelly voice hissed.
I opened my eyes to see a man, not much taller than me, hovering over me.
"You know, it would be nice to get up if I had my arms available." I retorted. He looked at my straight jacket, then lunged at me.
He grabbed my arms, then lifted me without a problem.
"Where are you taking me?!"
"Shut up, mouthy."
I was taken to a room which had all white walls and a chair in the middle. Electric chair.
"No! I-I didn't mean-"
"Don't start, mouthy." The man pushed me into the chair and turned it on.

I woke up in a cold sweat. My hair was soaked and caked to the back of my neck. "It was just a dream. I'm okay." I whispered to myself. I looked at the yellow stain on my blue floor. Vomit. My mouth tasted of phlegm and dehydration.

"You good, kid?" A female voice on the intercom asked.
"No... I'm really thirsty. Can I have a cup of water?" I shook my head, determined to get sweat off.
The intercom shut off and my cheeks burnt.

A few painstakingly long minutes later, a lady dressed in a blue blazer opened my door. She held a cup of water in her shaking hand.
"Thank you." My voice was dry.
"You're welcome. Can I sit?"
I nodded my head. "Can you untie my jacket?" I asked sweetly.
"Oh. Yeah." I focused on the lady's hair. It was long and brown; like mine.
I felt my arms loosen up. I held the cup to my mouth and chugged. I had never felt more replenished in my life. "You have to believe me," I sipped the cold water. "I do not belong here. You must have the wrong person." I whispered so the camera wouldn't hear me.
"Skye, we have the right person. It's you." The lady said.
"What did I do?" I felt a burning stream of tears churning in my cheeks.
"You attacked your sister."
It came back to me.

"Skye! Quit being a bit-"
"Shut up, Stella!" I swung my fist and punched her in the nose.
She fell to the floor, in which seemed to be in slow motion.

"Hang on." I looked at the lady. "That's not the reason I'm here."
"Y-yes it is. You're just dehydrated."
"No. Siblings fight. I would've gotten my ass beat, but I wouldn't have been sent to a mental hospital."
The lady's face flushed, then she picked up my water cup. "I'll be right back."
I'm not here because of the time I punched my sister. I remember I got yelled at and spanked, but that was years ago. This... this is something else.