As I lay curled up underneath the yellow sheets I position my red blanket to cover me up from head to toe. My mother used to call this position turtle mode. Turtle mode is when I hide myself from the outside world.
My mother.
My mother put me in here.
I can't help but to feel lonely.
My mother was never the best mom in the world but I thought that she would at least get rid of the monster instead of me. All I have ever wanted my whole life is a family.
I've realised now that the white building that is housing me is not a prison but is actually a mental hospital.
I've seen them on t.v. before but never in real life. Mental hospital.
Mental hospitals are supposed to be for crazy people. I'm not crazy. So why am I in here?
I've been living here for about two weeks now. During this time I have taken pills that make me feel like a zombie. I no longer have the joy, I once had. I haven't laughed since I've been in here. I haven't even heard my voice since I've been in here.
It's like my mind just shut down. As if I was some kind kind of computer. The images of what happened still flash in my mind everytime I close my eyes. I find that the only way that I can welcome sleep is if one of the nurses inject me with something.
This is so wrong!
I'm only eight years old! I shouldn't be in a place like this. I should be going to school and learning math and science. Making friends.
Oh be serious.
I turn around to see who said that.
"H..hello?"
I say out loud.
Don't waste your time talking to yourself.
"Who's there?"
I ask walking around my room.
You wont be able to see me. Silly girl.
"Why can't I see you?"
I say trying to keep a calm tone.
Because I'm inside your head.
"Get out of my head."
I say while frantically hitting my head with my hands.
Don't do that. You'll hurt yourself.
"Get out of my head!"
I scream this time while pacing back and forth.
Ebony, quit hurting yourself this instant.
I stop hitting my head. How did she know my name?
Because you created me.
"What? Who are you?"
I ask while grabbing the bars on my window and looking outside.
My name is Luna and you created me when you were four.
"Luna? Why don't I remember you then?"
I would assume it's due to the blackout that you had.
"How do you know about that?"
I told you. I'm inside your head. I know everything about you.
"Ok so let's pretend for a minute that you are telling the truth. Why did I create you?"
You created me because you didn't have what you wanted. So you created me to fill that empty void.
"What empty void?"
The one about not having parents.
I was created to be your guardian.
