Your name is Vriska Serket, you're sixteen, and crazy. Your mother sent you to Pinewood Hospital, because of a few..Stabbings. Mostly on your part.

Name of Patient: Vriska Serket
Age: Sixteen. (Turning 17 in a month.)
Sex: Female Or Male?
Address: 5438 Hallabough Ave.
Phone Number: 520-212-9933
Medications (Please include birth control, over the counter medicines, or herbal remedies): Birth Control, Melatonin, Serotonin, Risperidone.
Date of admission: May 5th, 2013.
Estimated date of release: August 6th, 2013.
Parent Signature: Marquise Serket
Patient Signature: Vriska Serket

Your mother has this strange way of turning everything around so it's suddenly your fault. Not your suck up of a sister, Not your fathers, nor hers.
It's not your fault she has an addiction. It's not your fault Aranea has a large I.Q. and practically gets begged by colleges to go there. You're just a kid with a stupid family, that wouldn't have sent you here if they actually cared. Of course your mom is always drunk, so of course she never has enough time to care. After that whole stabbing thing, (No one died. You don't think.) your mother was infuriated, instead of sending you to juvy for the 2nd time, you went to a mental hospital.

Aranea had her hand on your leg. You hated when she did that. She was only two years older than you, 18, going to college soon. She didn't have to act like the adult figure in your life, in fact, you raise yourself most of the time, her help is absolutely unneeded. Your mother was talking to a stout woman, with long black hair.

A girl with long curly hair watched you from across the waiting room, she was filling out an admission form. She looked tired, and her mother was no exception. At least you thought that was her mother. She was wearing an Indiana Jones shirt, and had bandaids covering her knees. So from what you've seen so far, she was a dweeb.

The black haired nurse led you down a white washed hallway, and led you into a room. A curly haired girl was texting away on her phone, probably to her real life friends. Whatever that meant.. You had heard some kids talking about "real life friends."
You flopped down onto an empty bed, and it was unbeeeeeeeearably uncomfortable, she looked up, and stood, and pounced onto you. "Ac pounces on her friend excitedly!" In a state of shock you push her off, "What's wrong with you?!"
"Ac shakes her head solemnly, there is nothing wrong! She is just very excited to see a new face!"
"Why the fuck are you talking in third person?!"
"Ac doesn't know what her fuuuuuriend is talking about!"
"Marquise Spinneret Mindfang smiles wickedly as she reaches for a dagger in her boot."
As soon as those words were spoken, the creepy cat girl backed off and laid back down on her bed.
"Names Vriska."
"I'm AC."
"Alright AC! Nice ta` meet ya!"