I sat down in a chair, still in the handcuffs, and Lucy's eyes are puffy. My suspicions are proved correctly. She had been crying. Mom was solemn and silent. My seat was a good distance away from Mom's and Lucy's. The man at the desk, maybe the Chief of the Police Station, folds his arms.
"Your daughter attacked and broke Caiden McClosky's arms. Maple Glen Mental (He finally adds mental in the name, respectfully) Institution had released Amy at the wrong time." Mom nods. So does Lucy. But I don't. The chief continues on. "I'm sorry to say, but there's not going to be a cure for Amy's mental illness." As if it could ever be healed. Why did I go to Maple Glen in the first place? Maybe to make me believe that I'd heal anyways.
"Since there is no cure, and Amy's snaps will continue at random times, we suggest for her to return back to Maple Glen." He cleared his throat. Here's the bad news. I know what it is.
"We're suggesting that Amy will live in Maple Glen for the rest of her life."
There we go!
Lucy breaks out into sobs, and I can tell she's clearly not happy about this. Nor am I. I'm just going to have to deal with guilt of breaking bones. I pipe up.
"Hey, mister. If I snapped and broke some kid's bones, shouldn't I go to juvenile detention or something?"
He steadies his glance squarely on me.
"I'm sorry, but no. You have a different reason of not being able to go there. You see, when you snap, a massive amount of adrenaline is released and makes you so destructively strong that you can bend a steel rod within minutes."
Nice! I'm The Hulk and Superman combined! I snicker a bit. The man at the desk scowls. "You think this is funny?" He snaps. I snicker again. Yes, I think being able to bend steel is funny when I think about it. I regain my maturity and shake my head.
"No, sir." I mumble, half ashamed at laughing at the fact that I can get so strong I can literally kill a person. Not saying I did!
A while later, I'm back in that smelly cruiser wearing handcuffs. The driver is back on the long, winding driveway leading to the institute. We've passed the gate. When we passed by, the officer/driver said: "You're not slippin' through those again, missy. They've increased the security because of your successful then failed escape." So, now basically everyone knows about the Great Escape of The Dangerous Amy Burrows (I just made it up, no worries).
We're up the steps now. Men outside the building had flanked me. I know, I know. I thought. I'm not leaving anytime soon. In fact, I'm staying until I'm real old. I go up the tile steps. I glance at the doors as they opened. I passed through them. Sheila wasn't there to meet me.
They slammed closed in an echo that will forever ring in my ears.
As long as I live in this mental asylum.
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Maple Glen Mental Institution
Horror[I wrote this story 5 years ago, so it might be a bit cruddy] What would you do if you were involuntarily locked up in an insane asylum? Amy Burrows asked herself that question the day her mother dropped her off at Maple Glen Mental Institution thi...
