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Institutionalized

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Psychiatric_Wardance

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I don't belong here.     I don't belong in a mental institute, for I am not crazy. I am sane, and they are real. THEY came. They will free me from this Hell. They will come.     I don't belong here.                                                       {~*~}     Darkness surrounds me as I lean against the padded wall, resting my head on one of the many patches used to stich up the holes. these four walls are the only things that keep me company, besides my derranged thoughts. The doctors say I will leave once they can fix whatever is the matter with me, but they'e said that ever since my parents left me here to rot in this lonely place. I was not like my sisters. I distant from my four sibblings, and my parents wouldn't have it. They brought me here and I haven't seen them in years.  My name is Gryffin D. Bruce and I am 16 years old.  I reside in Verdoo J. Mental Institute on a far off seaside cliff off the coast of Scotland, padded room 58, I.D. number 8766619. Cause for residence:  Monomania and Mania  I have conversations with supernatural beings. And I'm a maniac.     Somebody, anybody, please-  Help me?All Rights Reserved

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"Sarah, do you know where I'm supposed to go next?" "Go next? You're leaving me?" "Yes, but I'm somewhat of a superhero, I'm saving lives right now. Don't ask how. It's too complicated." "Cool! In my dream, after I saw the rainbow, I saw strange monsters under my bed. Are you here to fight away the monsters?" I sighed. What a cool metaphor she used for a seven year old who didn't know. "Yes. So I just need to crawl under your bed?" "I think so. But, before you go, I want you to have this." She ripped her painting off of her easel and handed me a rainbow. "To remember me." I lightly touched the rainbow. It had dried really fast. Was she using fast dry paint or something? It seemed like it. I folded the paper and put it in my back pocket. I thought of something to give her back in return. For the rainbow, and for showing me where to go. "Now, I know it's not much, but I want you to have this ribbon bracelet that I made myself. It matches the ribbon in your hair." How convenient. I had made this bracelet when I was bored in bed a couple of nights ago with Amber's extra fashion supplies. I took it off my wrist. Next to it was The Treasure Was You bracelet Fabian had gave me for Christmas. I missed him. I wondered what he was doing right now. Her little eyes seemed to glow. "It's so pretty and it matches perfectly! I love love love it! Thanks, um, what's your name?" "Nina, Nina Martin." Another rule broken. I got on the ground, ready to slip under her bed. "But, you won't remember me or my name, and I won't remember you or your name when we meet." "Why not?" "Because-" I said, my waist down under her bed now, "-I am the only one who is Real here." All rights go to Nickeloden for the characters they made. I, however, have new characters in this story, that I made up myself. ©