November 27th (I'm Not Insane)

They locked me away in a room with no entertainment or even a chair to sit on. The only thing occupying the room besides me was a harsh bright light far above and an old white clock. The clock’s ticking was driving me mad, reminding me of how much time had passed since they put me in here. It had been four hours, eleven minutes, and twenty-seven seconds.
My parents believed that I was insane. They brought me here. Of course I am grown adult and I should have a choice about where I go, but I was somehow forced into this situation. What is worse is that they locked the door and there is no windows. I was isolated.