Hey so before we start off here idk just like to say this was a group project and I had anther person come up with the concept and a diffrent one edit I was the one who wrote most of it though, I just wanted to give them credit
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I shuddered as cold hands dragged me into the harsh white light. The whole place reeked of ammonia. It reminded me of a place my parents had told me about when I was a little boy. They kept "different" people in places like this. I'm not like them. I don't belong here. A young woman with an emotionless face dragged me into a dusty room that looked like an office. She threw me down in one of the wooden chairs that littered in the room. She glared at me, speaking sharply, "Wait here. Do you understand?" I stared at her blankly. She struck my face, leaving a stinging red mark. " Do you understand?" she repeated. I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes. She stalked out of the room in a twisted manner as I sat there confused and alone. Hot streams of tears slid down my face.
Suddenly, out of the shadows of the room, a wiry boy walked across the floor and sat down in front of me. I couldn't quite make out who he was because of the tears blurring my vision. I dried my eyes on the grimy sleeve of my shirt. When I looked up, I saw a boy with messy blonde hair, freckles, and bright blue eyes. He was unusually short for his looks, and wore a tattered black T-Shirt and blue jeans. A little smile cracked on my lips. "Calum... You're here." I said. " Of course Mackie, you're my best friend after all," whispered Calum. "Do yo-" I stutter and a rough hand grabs my arm.
" Who were you talking to?" The woman from earlier demands. "My friend- Calum," I say pointing at where he was standing. "There's no one there," she said pulling me away. " This is what the parents were saying. He was speaking as if people were there. This one's going to be a difficult one," I heard the nurse mutter. People were there. Calum was there. As she dragged me out of the room, I turned back to where Calum was; there was no one in the room at all.
She shoved me down a long white hallway and into barren room only fitted with two hard wooden chairs. A man In a long white coat and a clipboard sits in the other. "Hello" he says, pausing to look down at the clipboard. "I think we shall start off with why you're here, don't ypu think?" I shake my head and cry out "I don't belong here! I'm not like them! I'm not crazy!" "But Mack, do you even know where here is?" "This is an asylum. A n-nut House." I stammer. "Such awful names, you're just going to stay here a while until your better." He mustered up a weary smile, just for show. I knew the stories of places like this. Awful stories. The chance of me ever being released was low.
"Now then, let's get started. My name is Dr. Barnes and I need to ask you a few questions. First of what's your name, and how old are you?"
"Mack. I'm 16," I say, almost whispering. I focused on the strange room. It was so bare and clean, except for two chairs and a desk in between. It looked as if no one was ever meant to be in it. It reminded me of my situation.
I was reeled with questions for the next five hours. He asked every question I could ever think of: my job, school, even my family, which didn't matter, considering I didn't have any as far as I knew.
"Okay that's all I need for now. Take Mack here to his room," Dr. Barnes said tiredly to the nurse. A second later I felt her familliar rough hands grasping my tattered, worn out shirt yanking me out of the chair and shoving me down hallway after hallway. We finally stopped in front of a thick metal door that had bars on the top half and bolted from the outside. She shoved me in, locked the door behind her, and stalked off.
I dragged myself into the cold stone corner, pushed my head into my knees, and cried. I was still confused on where exactly I was, and how I had gotten there. I felt hopeless. Then a cool little hand touched my back, and a familiar voice greeted my ears.
