Germs are everywhere. People spread germs. I'm in a mental hospital and I can already tell there's so many germs.
There's uneven things here too, like the posters unevenly placed on the walls, My shoe laces are uneven. My hair is uneven. Everything is uneven it makes me physically shake. I hate it
My nurse tells me I can only have one book and I freak out
"You fucking can't that's uneven"
"Tough" she's short with a black bun on her head she glares at me
I argue but she just leaves. Stupid bitch I mutter.
Don't they get it.
Obviously fucking not.
I hate this place already.
I spray my room six times with disinfectant. Then clean my room. I have my latex gloves on though. Safety from the disgusting germs.
I hate this. I hate me.
"Groups soon" Amanda the nurse reminds me and I ignore her
"If you clean this Then the germs will die. Don't go to group otherwise the germs will get you" my brain tells me
I scream and begin cleaning more and more. It needs to be spotless and germ free. I can't let the terms get me everything has to be perfect or something had will happen. After I spotlessly clean my room I switch the light on and off six times then shut the door six times before I actually go to group. Six is safe. Six is secure six means no danger will happen.
I shake as I clean
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Hospitalised//5sos©
FanfictionEight adolescents are hospitalised and admitted into Friars Hospital for the Mentally Ill. This is their journey, their struggles and their story throughout their stay in hospital. Copyright2015 SenpieMikey (Now toxicfairyprincess) Wattpad©
