Insanity

Chapter 2

Dr Simpson finally got me to my room, when he opened the door I saw my bags on the empty bed and there was another bed pushed up in the corner. Oh great, a roommate! My people skills weren't at all good and I would be forced to live with someone day in and day out. I didn't want to be here, I don't know when I'm getting out or how they were going to help me. I'm seventeen for God's sake and in a mental asylum. I won't have a life, I'll never have friends when I get out. 

Imagine when I come out of here, people are going to want to stay away from me when I tell them I've spent most of my life in a fucking mental instiuition. But that's if I get out, what if I die in here? What if I never see life outside this house again?

"Chloe are you okay?" Dr Simpson's raspy voice dragged me from my thoughts back into reality. 

"Yeah, I'm fine" I sighed.

He gave me a supportive smile "I'm glad you've already met your roommate"

I looked at him with a bewildered expression, I haven't really talked to anyone apart from James and Amy. I wouldn't be sharing with James because we were on two different sides of the asylum and Amy's been here for much longer than me, she would have surely had a roommate by now. 

"You'll be sharing with Amy"

My face held no emotions. I was good at hiding my emotions, it was the thing that I was best at. I nodded at Dr Simpson and he gave one final awkward smile before clapping his hands together "Right then, I'll leave you to get settled in"

I nodded once more and watched as he left the room, closing the door gently behind him. Left on my own I let out all the emotions I had held back, the anger, the sadness, the hurt that my mother had left me in this place. Before I could focus myself on what was going on I grabbed all my stuff and threw it harshly on the floor, the duvet and pillow went with it. I collapsed face first onto the mattress and sobbed into it. I scraped at the sheet, trying to grab something that I could scrunch up. 

After a while I calmed down and I rolled onto my back, looking up at the white ceiling. My eyes were stinging from the crying and my nose was a tad runny, I sat up and wiped the last of my tears from my waterline and put my "no emotion" face back on. I didn't want Amy to walk in on me in a monstrous state, I didn't need another person thinking I was crazy. I stood up abruptly and put the pillows and duvet back onto the bed and kicked my bags under the bed. Not even thirty seconds after I had done that Amy came in, she looked at me and smiled "All settled?"

"Yeah" I said and laid back on my bed, facing the lifeless ceiling again. I heard Amy sigh quietly to herself at the silence that fell amongst us. I forced myself to look at her and try to make some form of friendship. She looked back over at me and gave a slight smile. I didn't smile back, I couldn't smile back as I haven't been in the mood to be happy for a long time. 

I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I noticed that all the girls in this place seemed to wear the gowns and the boys wore the tops and trousers "This gown is hideous, isn't it?"

Amy looked up and gave a light chuckle "You get used to it" 

"That might take some time" I said, forcing a chuckle.

"It took me a while...I tried walking around naked for two months in protest of wearing this stupid thing...But isn't that what us insane ones are supposed to do?" She winked.

"Hmmm" I agreed. Maybe me and her could get along, she says the same things I would say, both doing things insane people are supposed to do "Hey, I said that to my mum earlier" 

Amy tittered softly again "Your own mother put you in here?"

"Well yeah, I didn't come here voluntarily. Who put you in?"