"Wake up now." They say. I unwillingly lift my eyes open, astonished to find myself staring up at a bright pink ceiling with glow in the dark stars on it. There's a light dimly glowing above me, whereas I find that there is no light streaming in from the window that's by my night table. I turn my head over to where there ought to be light, wondering if I've been woken up in the nighttime, and am astonished to find myself gazing upon a luscious lavender coating, where there should have been glass, and a view upon the grand wooden deck with a stairway attached, leading down into what they often referred to as hell.
"I SAID WAKE UP!" they shout. My brain is mush and I can feel my stomach churning, so fast that it's probably turning the milk I had last night into butter. I place my hands on my bed, but that only makes it worse, because there are clean, soft blankets on it that are unfamiliar, and yet ring a bell to me all at once.
"Touch your cheeks." They whisper, soothingly. I do as they say. My skin feels baby soft, and I realize that for once, it isn't wet. The tears are gone. Then I remember. This is the real world.
I walk over to my bedroom door and press a button to notify an official that I am awake, and soon enough, they come streaming into my room, breakfast tray in hand. As soon as the guard enters, I pounce on them and wrestle them to the floor, rushing to freedom. I am cut short by a sharp pain in the back of my neck, and then everything goes black.
"Did you not hear me? WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!"
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Asylum
Novela JuvenilShe lives in two insanity institutions. She sleeps in two different rooms. She has two different names. She takes two different types of medications She is insane, in two different ways If she doesn't figure out which world is the real one, and so...
