Midnight Shadows
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"So here I am standing at the door of yet another shrink's office, like I need another so called professional trying to pick my brain, I'm so sick of laying in those stupid chairs for an hour and a half everyday there is nothing wrong with me! In my eyes anyway." I walk in the door after taking in a deep nervous breath and letting it back out again, he greets be and tells me to take a seat. "I need you to fill something out for me okay?" he asks softly and I nod slightly and take the clipboard from him and start looking it over and filling out. As I fill in my name I look up from the paper and ask shyly. "So what am I filling out?" He sighs and answers my question quietly, "A Commit form for White-River Mental Hospital." I drop the pen and clipboard and my voice raises higher into a scream. "YOUR NOT PUTTING ME IN A CRAZY HOUSE! I'M NOT INSANE YOU KNOW!"
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