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The next two days seemed like a blur. They still haven't figured out why I needed help. Slowly they ruled out disorders. I ate the required number of calories and didn't force it out. They crossed out eating disorders. They found out that I didn't have anxiety or panic disorders. "There is nothing wrong with me." I say. "Every patient here is sick." He says. He gets up. "Lately I have noticed that you have been paranoid and you don't trust people very much." Dr. Grant says. "We're are you going with this?" I ask. "I believe that you have Paranoid Personality Disorder."

"What's that?" I ask. "You have a very hard time trusting people," he answers. "You think someone or something is wrong even when it everything is fine." He explains. I got angry. How can he just tell me that I'm sick. That there is something wrong with me. "We made a lot of progress today." Dr. Grant says as he shows me the door.


_______Piper's__POV___________________________

I was pissed off. Me and Caleb were playing cards. I was losing. It was good to have him back. He was the one blamed for the whole plastic knife episode. He didn't know who did it so it was all good. "I win." Caleb says. I begin to swear. I hand him a soda can. Another patient comes walking "Hey Sam," Caleb says "What's wrong?" "I hate this place sooooo much." Sam cries. He suffers from Major Depression. He is one of the people that remembered their life before this mental hospital.


"Someone get me out of this Asylum!" He starts screaming. One of the guards tries to catch him. He starts running around. I start to laugh. I know it makes me seem like a bad person and all but it's just so damn funny. I only seem mean because I act like it. Caleb looks upset. Always so quiet and sad. Just like Lacey. I poke him. "Say something!!" I exclaim. I get nothing.


__Lacey's___POV______________________________

I meet Piper in the lounge with Ashton and Caleb. Up close Caleb looked different. He looks more intimidating and had a nose piercing. He has jet black hair. The color of his skin is a tannish color. He has a black eye. Purple, black, and yellow bruises were on his skin. His eyes are an extremely pale green. He has something about him that makes him look sad all of the time. "Have you been diagnosed yet?" Ashton asks. I nod. "oooooooo!!!!" Piper jumps. "Tell me! Tell me!" Caleb looks interested but does not say a word. "Paranoid Personality Disorder." I say. They get quiet.

__Ashton's___POV______________________________

"We haven't had a patient with Paranoid Personality Disorder since Sue." I tell her. Piper tries to change the subject. Caleb doesn't say anything. Ever since the whole knife thing he changed. They did something to him. "You don't act like you have it," Piper says. "Sue acted like she had it." "Because she isn't Sue," Caleb says. We all turn to him. "Sue was worse." One of the guards starts looking at us. We all separate because we don't want to be suspicious.

I have nothing to do. I look at all the mental patients. I watch the schizophrenics. It's just like watching T.V. A girl named Stacey walks by me. She wears bells all the time and has bright stickers on her face. She says her boyfriend Tom likes them. "Have you seen Tom?" she says. "I talked to him yesterday." I feel bad. There is no Tom here. We start talking. She tells me stories about Tom and her. Another schizophrenic named Jack walks by. "Hey Jack." I tell him. "It's John Lennon." He explains. "Oh yeah." I play along. The schizophrenics are the ones who are the sickest. Then again, who am I to judge? We're all stuck in some pretty deep shit here. We're all a little sick inside.


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