Vile Neon Is Crazy

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"I told you, I'm not crazy." I yelled.
"Then how did you end up here."
My name is vile neon, I'm 17, and by my name, you can tell something is wrong.
My father died the day I was born; my mother, a petite Mexican woman, thought it was my fault so from day one she hated me. She just didn't show it but when she felt the time was right, she abandoned me.
Since then I isolated myself from people and anyone who claims to love me because I don't want to get hurt again. That's were Miss Quincy Belle came in.
She didn't take no for answer when I rejected her offer to attend her glorified psychiatric hospital. Instead she drugged me out of the orphanage and strapped me down to a stretcher all the way here. She spoke about enrolling me in her school which she mentioned is for people like me but I don't know what she means by that.
I don't really like being in this stretcher, it reminded me of the time when I had to be taken away from my moms basement. I had been so isolated that I began to become crazy. All my mom had to do was tell a simple lie,
"She showed up on my door step a few days ago, since then I have been taking care of her but now I can't afford it again."
She must have probably paid off the orphanage but all I know is that she was believed.  I could have spoken for myself and confessed about her brutality towards me but who would believe the words of a crazy child.
Listen carefully, I am not saying I am crazy but I was crazy. I have tasted insanity and its somewhat free, its pleasant. Its hard to hide your emotions when you're out there, its easy to solve your problems.
One thing I hated about it is that I was alone.
I have always been haunted by my past but I live in denial. I want the dreams to stop but who do I cry out to when I have pushed everyone away? I don't want to fall into their fake world were love exists but I think Miss Belle succeeded in cracking me.
She took interest in me which made me feel special; I hated it. I liked battling my demons on my own but she didn't just get that.
She took me into her school forcefully so I decided I owe it to her to make her life hell.
"You can open your eyes now."
Everything about me hurt, my head, my wrist, my legs. The drug still had a strong effect on me so when I listened to the unknown person and opened my eyes, all I could see were blurred imaged before the images started smoothing out.
I watched a golden ponytail swing around as I let the owner undo the buckles that held me down then I got up slowly and made the dumbest move ever; I bolted for the door.
Before I could get hold of the smooth metallic handle, a sharp pain ran through my body accompanied with a crack of electricity ringing in my ears. It felt like the soul no one thought I had was being burnt out of me. The thud of my body hitting the floor ricocheted in my ears before I finally passed out.
I woke up strapped to a metallic chair, it was obvious I had been in it for a long time because the holes on the chair were prying into my skin. I tried wiggling out of the straps but they only became tighter making me grunt.
"Try harder. I love to see you in pain."
I immediately froze, I recognized that voice, I wasn't delusional. It was really her, my mom.
"Mom." The frightened child in me I have been able to hide for 6yrs now came out.
She cackled, "mom, you came back for me, please let's leave."
"And I thought you were a smart child." She smiled, the same heartless smile she gave me before she cut my favourite teddy bear; Mrs Snuggles in pieces. "We're gonna leave, but not in the same manner we came. Me satisfied and you in a plastic bag."
I choked on a sob, "please."
"Oh baby, see, the fun's just beginning." She cackled maliciously while walking around the room. The acoustics carried the sound of her heels and the drumming of her nails on anything she could get her hand on.
"Mo-"
Her head turned to me with a glare made for me so fast that I was shocked she didn't get whiplash.
She took in a breath, "When I was pregnant for you, I was so happy" she started, "I promised to love you every way  possible but what did you do to repay me? Huh?"
She waited for my reply with an arched eyebrow. I have said the same thing to her a million times but she has never once listened to me so what's the point. I just stared at her tears rushing down my face at an incredible pace.
"Answer me you insolent child!"
I jumped in my sit as she slammed her on the metallic table.
"I didn't kill daddy!" I yelled back.
"Yes you did!" She walked up to me prying her nails into my skin and made me stare into her bloodshot eyes. "I gave birth to you after the unbearable pain then I got the news from the doctor that I won't be able to give birth again and my husband died in a car crash on his way to the hospital. You brought dread into my life, so I decided to get revenge. I would let you grow up with love and happiness then strip everything away from you when you are old enough to understand it." She smiled and placed both of her hands on her chest like she was having the best dream ever, "I showed you hate in every way possible," she said. Her breath felt cold against my skin as she came behind me playing with my hair.
"You remember the torture," I closed my eyes trying not to remember the horrible incidents, "do you? Both mental and physical?"
I nodded, I don't know why. The closeness of our bodies made my heart rate increase.
"Neon! Open your eyes."
"No," I cried out getting the familiar salty taste of my tears on my tongue.
"Open your eyes god damn it."
They flew open against my will. I was alone at least that's what I thought until I saw the blonde standing right in front of me, a clip board to her chest and a fake smile on her face.
"Hi, i'm your doctor."
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