Across the room there was a group of three or so, from afar it looked like they were talking to each other. Having a conversation, a very chaotic one at that. If you got a bit closer than you could see that everyone was talking to themselves. Either that or everyone was throwing their two cents in over each other. Some were happy, some seemed upset. I could barely make out the words of a little, sweet looking lady with black to silver curls.
“Did you hear the good news? I have another baby on the way!” It was obvious that she wasn't pregnant, she was very skinny and she's been here for quite a long time. There was also a man, he looked to be in his late thirties to early forties. He was chubby and had light brown, caramel skin. He just kept screaming over and over again.
“Fire every missile! Blow up the sky! Blow up the sky! Fire the missiles! Blow up the sky! Blow up the sky! Blow up the sky!” Everyone seemed to be inside their own heads and outside of them all at the same time. Two of them actually seemed to be having a conversation with each other. Two males, they looked to be in their mid twenties, maybe mid thirties. One of them had a cut above his eye which prompted the other to ask about it.
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Non-FictionWarning this story is based on true stories. Every person that the main character encounters has their own story based on true stories submitted to me anonymously by people who work in the psych field or who have been in a psych ward themselves. The...
