My Short Stories

iNSaNiTY

Now before you start reading you have t know this about this short story. It is in the readers POV. Meaning that insead of putting a name, I, or she/he, it says you. Please enjoy the story.

You're sitting there like everyday. The same white walls, and the same stright jacket. You're just sitting there, occasionally laughing. This is a normal day for you. 3 times a day they come in to give you food. The have to feed it to you instead of just taking off your straight jacket. They have to do this because you're one of the most dangerous ones and the craziest. You've always been locked up, and you haven't seen the out side in 10 years.

You suddenly find yourself laughing. You can't stop. From out the window on the door you see one of the staff members walking by. He looks at you like you're being abnormal, but you're being the same as always. You think that maybe he's new. You've never seen him here before and you know most of the staff members here. And he's acting like there's somethings wrong. But you're in an asylum. This is a daily ocurunce here. You start the think about before you were put in this white cell you now call home.

*Flashback*

Nothing ever happened in this quiet town you lived in. The only thing exiting that happened were holidays and the ocactional party. But partys barely ever happened. You wanted exitment. It was alway's boring. It was alway's quiet. You hate the silence. You liked the sound of people screaming. At school you were always the kid who everyone was afraid of. Not because you were tough but because you were creepy.You were never bullied but you never had any friends.

One day you started changing. Not physically but mentely. You would randmly start to laugh. It started out as a soft laugh, but then it would get louder. It stared out being very uncommon but then you started doing it more and more. You're mom would hear you doing it much that when you were 15 you were ent ff tho this place you now call home.

*End Flashback*

Thinking back on that, you start to feel depressed. Did you mom ever love you? You start to think about this. While your lost in thought one of the staff came in with a meal. You couldn't remeber which one is was. There were no windows in the cell, just the one on the door. Then you realized that not only is he not wearing a uniform but that he is the same guy you saw earlier.

You notice that he seems hesitant to walk over to you. He must have heard some of the rumors abut you. Some of them were ridiculous. One was that one of the cargivers came to close to you and you bite their hand off. The never happened.

"You can come closer." You hear yourself say. You haven't heared you own voice in so long. He comes closer. Eventuly he come close enough to feed the food to you. He looks confused. He apperently didn't know what to do. No one told him what to do with you.

"You're supose to feed it to me." You say. He looks suprised that you talked again. Everyone probably told him that you didn't talk much. Then he stared feeding it to you. You guys talked for a while. You were starting to like this boy. Then he said that he had to go. You guys said good-bye You just hoped that he would come back.