Chapter 1
“Sometimes I wish you were still here” I mumble to myself in this isolated room. This room is meant for insane people. I’m not sane, am I? I don’t think so. Yet I feel there has always been something wrong with me.
My back against the pillow-shaped wall isn’t so comfortable. In the pictures it might seem fluffy and like a soft place. But not really. I chuckle as I rub my eyes and stare at tattoos and such. So so, boring. Come on. Who wants to be in my position? I ask myself. This all started when I was just 10. My parents left me and my grandparents took care of me, both were abusive and stupid people. I later grew up and forgot about existence, fucked up everything for myself, my anger issues, and my unknown issues didn’t help me one bit. I met toxic people, addicted people, and murderous people. That’s what led me here. Hung out with the wrong people at the wrong time. I didn’t mean to kill someone, I didn’t. Well, I killed 2 but 1 was on accident. Whatever it doesn’t matter, I got caught and permanently labeled as Insane. And it’s been a long time since I’ve seen hardly someone.
I close my eyes and I grab my blanket and pull it over myself waiting for the lights to go out at 10…*beep* the sound of the lights going out. Next thing you know it’s morning. I open my eyes to see a tray of food on the floor and I get up and start eating like every other day. I expect this day to go the same way. I finish my food and I sit back down in my spot and close my eyes.
