"What is this place called?" I asked the man.
"Meadow-Brooke Asylum," the man replied simply.
"And who are you?" I questioned him. I looked down at myself, I was wearing a white gown, the type of gowns you wear at the doctors office during a check-up. But this certainly was not a check-up.
"My name is Max," he spoke to me as if I was four years old, "I'm here to take you to the psychologist."
"No!" I screeched, "I'm not crazy!" I covered my ears and started to scream. Max ran over to me and put his arm over my shoulder.
"Shh, it's alright," Max said with a soothing voice as he stroked my hair. I calmed myself down. I exhaled slowly and nodded my head, I aloud him to lead me into the empty hall. We approached a door, Max opened the door, I paused before walking in. There was a young lady at a small brown desk, she looked about 25.
"Hello Samantha," the lady at the desk said formally.
"Hi," I said quietly.
'killer' a voice whispered.
"Shut up!" I shouted. I held my head and screamed.
"Who is it?" the lady asked.
"Them," I grumbled.
"Who is them?" the lady took out a pen and paper and started writing.
"The ones who killed Bella." I mumbled. I am not crazy.
"Okay, okay," the lady said to herself, she wrote on her notepad and continued speaking, "Alright, Samantha my name is Ms. Evans, but you can call me Lindsay."
I leaned over the desk and put my lips close to her ear and whispered, "I'm not crazy."
"Alright sweetheart," Lindsay said, "Time to go back to your room now," she nodded her head and motioned for Max to take me away. Max lead me out of the room and down the hall. I glanced behind me as we walked through the halls to my new room. I noticed a young girl, she seemed like she was seven. I quickly turned around and tore away from Max's arm. The little girl had messed up, dark, brown hair, her eyes were a beautiful blue color, she had on the same white gown as me.
"Hello," I smiled at the girl.
"Hi," the girl flashed a pretty smile. "I'm your roommate, Leena."
"What a beautiful name, I'm Samantha." I introduced myself. Max had stopped walking.
Max turned around to face me and asked, "Samantha? Who are you talking to sweetie?"
"This is Leena, my roommate." I gestured to Leena, her pale cheeks steamed red.
"Samantha, you don't have a roommate," he said.
