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As I opened my eyes, everything came into focus. I looked around the room and realized who I was. I was Amelia Trotter, a junior at Williamson Senior High. I looked around and blinked. I was in a white, bitter room. I knew I was in a hospital. The last thing I remembered was taking that last oxycoton in the bottle that was full minutes before. I tried to overdose, I wanted nothing more than to die. I looked up and noticed that the walls weren't hard, they were soft and squishy. They were rubber walls. They must think that I am crazy. Ugh, considering I am the opposite.

The doctors, if that's really what they are, didn't know my story. When I was just 4, my dad murdered my mom. I witnessed it, my dad didn't know it at the time, he was just so wasted. I remembered as if it were 5 minutes ago. I watched the tears stream down my mom's face as dad brought the knife closer to her neck, he was yelling and she just whimpered. He made a swift motion and slit her neck, blood poured, mom choked and fell to the ground. The blood, there was so much blood, was all over the floor. He panicked and ran, dropping the knife and ran out the back door. I ran to mom, but it was too late then. She was dead, no turning back.

I hates thinking of that day, all I thinks about is the reason why they were fighting in the first place. My mom had supposedly had an affair, which was not true. We were together, trying to run away from my father. He was an abusive man, he took out his drunken anger out on me and mom. I miss the closeness I felt with her, she was pretty much all I had until she was gone. Miss Hadlee must have heard the fighting and saw mom go down in the kitchen, because next thing I know, I'm in her arms and she's wiping the tears away and shielding my eyes. Even though I had seen most of the damage. I don't think I will ever be able to get the blank stare out of my head, mom's beautiful, piercing blue eyes for the first time were emotionless.

I shake my head, to get rid of that terrible memory. Then this woman, stiffly walked into the room. It was obvious she hated her job by the grimace on her face, either that or she had some bad Chinese the other night.
"Amelia, am I correct?" She says.

"Yeah, so...what's this? Some kind of game?" I tease.

"All you teenagers are the same." She says under her breath, thinking I can't hear her.

Anger and hatred stream across my conscious. The conscience tells me to smile and nod, but I strongly want to smack her across the face, because I am not the same. I am different, I'm not one of those "I hate my life, my boyfriend dumped me so I'll just go off myself" kind of people. I actually have a good reason to die. I'm not needed, I feel that my purpose is done here and I need another task. I can't believe I tried to do it at home...which is not even home. I should have known that, busy body Henschel would go looking for me sooner or later. Which was sooner rather than later.

"It's time to sedate you again, we need to do more testing." She says in that awful tone.

"WHY?? I'M NOT CRAZY!" I scream, and try to flail but i was restrained. Then it all goes black.

When I wake up, I realized she did sedate me. Great, I want out. I need out, if there's nothing wrong with me, then why keep me here? That's the question that no one will answer me. That no one has, for the past 10 years. That's how long I've been in this dump, I've been sedated over and over and been put in a straight jacket and last but not least, been diagnosed with psychosis. I pretend to take my pills but I never have. Maybe that's why they have kept me here all this time.








^^I'll finish this sometime later.

~m