My Stranded Sanity: A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Nicole. That's my name. I'm in this dull building filled people like me. People who are insane. People who are "mental", as you call it. Well, that makes a lot of sense, actually. Seeing as my home, as of 2 years ago is in a mental hospital. New York City Mental Instatution. I'm on the fourth floor in room 466. On the bright side, I do get out soon. Released from this place that is driving me more insane than I already am. I always see the seasons change outside, this life that just constsntly explodes and buzzes in the city. How I long to be outside. It's like I'm Rapunzel, locked in the tower, longing for someone to come and ask me to "Let your hair down!" or in my case, "Hey. Leave. You're allowed to go. The stairs are down the hall to the third left behind the doors. Try not to grow insane again and return.". But here I am. In here. In this place for insane people. Stranded. Iscolated. Alone. Bored.