"Richard, how did you get that cut above your eye?" The other supposedly named 'Richard' became very smug.
"You wanna know how I got this cut? Well I'll tell you how... at about 4 o'clock this morning, I got into a fight with a kangaroo" a fight with a kangaroo in a mental asylum? Before I had time to think about it, the other individual burt out into laughter.
"That's ridiculous! Stop telling lies! You did NOT get into a fight with a kangaroo!" Finally someone with some sense! "You did NOT get into a fight with a kangaroo because I'VE been in a fight with a kangaroo and you're gonna end up with more than just a cut over your eye." Wow. "what color was the kangaroo you fought?" Richard stopped to think for a while. He seemed to truly be scanning his memories, as if this truly did happen!
"I don't know, I didn't get a good look at him." I think I've had enough craziness for one day. I went to my room. The rooms aren't the worst thing. It's like a hospital room; you have a bed, a bathroom, and a desk. The only real difference is that you're locked in. The doors are locked from the outside, once a patient is in, you need a key to get out only very few staff have these. Under my bed are tons of cool things. Lots of stories or pieces of advice, things left by the patients who occupied this room before me. An extra goodie that I found was a key, I left it there. I don't have any use for it. What if I ever need to break someone out of their cage? Well if a situation like that ever comes to pass then I can. It's a good thing all the doors can be unlocked with one key.
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No FicciónWarning 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...
