Angel by day, demon by night

In hell, there isnt fire

"I can't believe them!" Id yell my lungs out, only for my sister Libby to comfort me. "Look, the doctors said you have to stay another year-" "only to rot like everyone else here?!" My sister would sigh, her black hair covering her forest green eyes. "Look I know I must be "over reacting" but really?! I've been eating much more than I have lately! Not to mention I've haven't played with fire for over a year!" Id sit on my bed having my sister rubbing my back as I sob.

I should pretty much explain myself. My name is Sara Nightowl, along with my sister, my mother married another man that she has been with since I was 5, he proposed when I was 8, only to have my sister Libby 2 years after they hooked up. I can't say he's a bad guy, but I know he's trying to set off turfs with me, and become my "true father" because I've never met mine. But ever since I was 13 and caught playing with fire, he's been keeping an eye on me. He was annoying me so much that I refuse to eat anything, even if I did eat I'd just puke everything out.

Now, in 15 going on 16, and still another year in the "Towers of Sanity" aka the mental institution. We are divide in 3 parts illness, depression and insanity. I was almost cut out for insanity but with my anorexia and mental health led me to depression. Most people here tried to kill themselves and stuff, but with illness you where to set to cure your "anxiety" and stuff like that. Yes, I have panic attacks but only because I'm very on the alert here. You never know who's going to stab you with a drug. And insanity is self explanatory. Those who listen to scramo, wear all black, and there parents think that they worship Satan. Yep, this place is pretty messed up.

But as you know, I'm just going to keep things to that.

~{everyone please come to the centre of the towers for the years announcement}~
The speakers would call, yeah this is a built in school, but we do learn to make friends with the other divisions, like my friend Mandy, he just loves rock and roll! He was sent here because of his drug addiction to something and he's from insanity, I get a lot of respect from insanity because I flipped on one of the doctors forcing a syringe in my neck unexpectedly. Yeah that's where the panic attacks come from. I have to say the drug they we're going to use was suppose to keep a tracker on me. Most of them have it in the arm, but due to depressions "cutting issue" the only way to get it out is to cut into the neck, only to kill ourselves.
But still it has given no right to that nurse to just come into my class and jab a needle in my neck and just say "it's for your tracker" when they know I don't cut myself! Yet again, I just cut into my skin to take it out, after a month in there, it started to rust. So I took a razor blade an cut in deep enough to get it out. It really hurts taking it out. Not just because I would stick my hand in there, but because of the rust that built up In the inner skin. I destroyed my cameras before I'd do so, but they suspect nothing. The next day I come right up to the head of the mental institution to show why most of us get a nearly fatal infection. They took out the robots In everyone and never did it again, but there where times where I see that nurse and I just want to kill her. She was always rude to me, blowing her gum in my face and not even giving a shit if Im hurt.

But there is still a lot more to come, I reported the nurse and she was fired. Trackers where now fashionable bracelets and new people where coming. How existing.....