Take Another Look

You should know a few things before I spill my life to you. The name's Gabrielle. Not Gabbi or Belle or Bri. None of that, it's just Gabrielle. I turned seventeen a few months ago. And I literally don't even know anymore.

So, should I begin?

My life could never be described as normal.

It's just that simple.

I am not normal.

My family is definitely not normal.

But I had it pretty good.

Key word: HAD.

I did have it good until about two months ago when my brother went off his rocker. One thing led to another and now we're here. Where here is...I'm not entirely sure. The hospital was named after some dead general but I just call it Creepsville.

Visiting hours are everyday from nine in the morning until ten at night.

It's not enough time to cope.

It's not enough time to make up for it.

It's not enough time to fall in love.

At least, I don't think it is.

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Like I said, I'm don't even know anymore.

The one thing I'm certain of is that things aren't always the way they seem. And I should probably start to take another look.