Mentally in love (Remington Leith)

Chapter One

I stepped out of the black car, and onto the gray, hard cement. My shoes were just plain converse and my black skinny jeans holding tightly to my legs like a child would its mother. There was dead grass laying in the dirt, almost showing me its corpse. The flowers were all wilted and decayed.

I looked up at the sign to see black letters spelling out the words 'Sacred Minds Institution'. I knew this place had to be better than the madhouse I was just released from.

I moved my black hair in front of my eye and the other side to cover my temple. I was hiding the scars I had received in the madhouse.

It doesn't matter what I was there for, just know that I was not guilty.

I was pushed passed the black gates by a man I have come to know as Ethan. He was the one to place me into that damn ward when I didn't need to be. His blonde hair was shaved almost making him bald, and his piercing blue eyes were covered with glasses. His pale skin pushing my bruised fair skin forward.

I felt as if I was stepping back into the psychiatric ward, but I know that this had to be better. Right? I am Twenty-three. I was seventeen when I was placed inside of the damn ward. No one would listen to a crazy girl who had "killed her whole family."

I was shoved onto the front door steps of the building, my knees hitting the cement allowing blood to creep from the newly made wounds. The wood door opened to reveal a tall woman from my perspective, which was the floor.

My black, silk hair was being held in Ethan's hands. It was more of a leash for this man. I looked at her through my bangs, and allowed my hair to flow down as I looked at my knees.

"You can let her go now, sir. She won't hurt no one here," The kind lady smiled holding her hands to me. Her long blonde hair flowed from the top of her head to her breasts. A kind smile was worn on her pale skin.

The pressure on my hair was released and the man behind me left. It was a surprise to me to see such kindness from a woman. I refused to speak to those who I didn't know though. So I touched my hand to my bottom lip and then placed it out in front of me. Almost like I was blowing her a kiss. It meant thank you in sign language.

"You're welcome, dear," She smiled and placed my hands in hers. I smiled, and allowed her to help me up. She pushed open the door revealing an entree way with three doors- two hallways, and one that was open. It looked like a living room. There were people there drinking coffee, and chatting. Almost like they were normal people.

I smiled at the thought, normal. It had been awhile since I had heard the word normal. I looked back at the worker and allowed her to shut the door. It creaked as it was pushed to a close. I looked at the blonde woman and allowed her to walk in front of me. She began to tell me all about the place and the people there. She seemed kind.

Her voice was silky, and soft. It was almost comforting. She seemed to be the kind of person to embrace people around her with just the sound of her voice. It was like a warm hug given by those who care. It was welcoming to the strangers around.

She led me to a room far in the back, "this is your room. You might have to share with a man. But I promise that he won't harm you."

I just nodded my head at her words and walked in.

"We will provide you clothes," the blonde woman spoke. I repeated a thank you with the sign of my hand.

"My name is Auburn if you need me," She smiled and walked out of the door, closing it behind her.

I looked around at the bare walls.  I didn't feel like I was in the psychiatric ward anymore. I felt welcomed to a place where I would receive help.

Now let's clear everything up shall we?