Save me

The mental asylum

I don't belong here. 
TRIGGER WARNING!!
I fought against the nurses, trying to free my body from their grasp.  I looked into my friends' eyes as they watched me get taken away. "I HATE YOU!" I screamed, ignoring the tears in their eyes. Even though I was fighting for freedom, deep down, I knew they were doing this because they cared. Sometimes I wish they didn't, but I know they always will. I gave up fighting and just walked with the nurses to the front desk to be checked-in. As I was walking, I noticed a girl with beautifully dyed hair in the colors of black and blue. She caught my gaze with her own, establishing eye contact for a moment or two. She looked away first, her face becoming red as she did so.

Don't look at her! She would never like a piece of garbage like you!

"Shut up!" Everyone looked at me weirdly, their faces twisting with slight concern.

Damn it, I said that out loud, I curse, this time actually doing it silently. Did I mention I have voices in my head?

I looked back at the girl, but she wasn't there anymore. 'Hmm, weird' I let my thoughts remain on her for a moment, before turning to the person at the front desk.

"So, Johnnie Guilbert, correct?" The man opposite me asked.

"Yes." I spat the word out angrily.

"Can you tell us why you are here?" He went on, clearly ignoring my aggravation .

"Because my best friends betrayed me." I answered sharply, glaring daggers at him .

"No, Johnnie, your best friends saved you." He shook his head calmly. Way too calmly. It got on my nerves.

"What if I don't wanna be saved?!" I shouted, once again letting my rage melt into my physical demeanor.

"That's why you are here, Johnnie, because you need help." His voice claimed a stern note to it, as if he was struggling to calmly get his message across to a bratty child.

"I don't fucking need help!" I shouted, rage dripping off my words.

The man, Dr. Riley, remained as calm as ever, holding my gaze and refusing to be intimidated. I huffed an looked away from him, attempting to calm down.

"So Johnnie, you're gonna be wearing this gown and these boxers we have provided for you. This will be your attire for your stay. Your clothes will be washed and replaced weekly." He handed me a box with the mentioned clothing items.

I didn't respond, ignored him and restraining my anger to the best of my abilities. The nurses ushered me to my room after one of them took the box that was being handed to me.

"Here's yours room, number 101." The nurse holding the box declared.

I opened the door and looked at the room's interior. It's bland for now, I thought to myself. I had barely stepped into the room and I already felt like a caged animal.

"We'll be having a group meeting in an hour, any questions?" The nurse spoke up, knocking me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, where is my phone?" I damn near growled at him.

"No phones." he replied sternly. Unlike the doctor at the front desk, the nurse couldn't control himself as well and was on the verge of losing his temper.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" I frowned, balling up my fists.

"There some art supplies and a notebook in the dresser. Also, we'll bring your guitar in later."

They left before I could ask any other questions, shutting the door. I sighed, pushing myself to change into my new outfit.

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