I am not insane. I have been in here for three years, four days, and twenty-seven minutes. But they are wrong. I am not insane. I am not crazy.
Miku Hatsune sits in a small, white room. Everything is white. The chair is white. The doctor's desk is white. The tile floors; frames for pictures of people she will never meet; the doctor's coat; the nightgown she is wearing, which had the numbers '01' printed in big, blue letters on the front; even her parent's and older sibling's clothes are white. Too much. Too much white. Miku shudders.
Miku pulls her knees to her chest and hugs them tightly. She is sitting very unlady-like in the white chair of hers, but she doesn't care. Mikuo, Miku's older brother, fixated his forest green eyes on a similar pair. Miku stares at him with wide, unblinking eyes. She knows why she is there, and Mikuo knows it. A wave of guilt floods over him. Mikuo looks away.
As Miku's parents talk to the doctor quietly, Miku twirls a lock of her ankle-length teal hair. She thinks about happier times. Normal days. Once, when she was seven, she tripped and fell. To stop her from crying, Mikuo had fallen on purpose to make her laugh. Thinking about it now made her want to laugh.
So she does. Miku laughs loudly. Everyone in the dull room whips their head in Miku's direction at her sudden outburst. Miku stops laughing and frowns. Her mother shakes her head sadly and dabs a tissue at the corner of her emerald eyes, causing Miku to roll her eyes. What a fake. Miku knows her mother doesn't want her because of her strange habits; matter of fact, she once told Miku herself that she was just a mistake. Miku sighs and rests her head on her knees for the rest of the meeting.
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They left me. They left me here to rot. They told me this Hell will help me. With what? Didn't I say that I wasn't insane?
Meiko, a doctor, pushed Miku in a wheel chair down a long, white hall. The auburn haired woman stopped in front of one of the many doors that lined the never ending corridor. "Get up," Meiko ordered Miku. No reply. She repeated herself, and after no reaction, she proceeded to pull Miku from the wheel chair.
Miku bit Meiko's hand and ran into the white room. Meiko muttered 'Lunatic' before slamming the door shut and locking it. Miku pressed her ear to the door and listened to Meiko's heels clack farther and farther away. Once the noisy footsteps were gone, Miku sighed in relief. She looked around.
Oh, it was this room. The room she had been in for years. There was no bed. No TV. No nothing. Just a white tile floor and four white walls. There was a window on the door, but Miku had to stand on her tiptoes in order to see out of it.
The sixteen year old girl skips to the middle of the room. She sits down and her long, teal hair cascades down around her. She stares at the door of the room, then closes her forest green eyes.
Ah well. At least the room is clean.