I scream, and grab a book from the nightstand. I chuck it at the man with the white coat, and he dodges easily. I assume he's getting used to this. I'm just so tired of these idiots! Why can't they SEE what's in front of their own idiotic eyeballs?
"I'm not crazy!" I scream, and throw the lamp at him. "You're just stupid!" I shriek, and slam myself into the corner of the room and slide down to the floor. "I'm not crazy," I say, a little more calmly.
"We know you aren't. You just have trouble seeing the world... proper," he said calmly, spreading his hands out in front of him in surrender.
"I see the world 'proper,'" I make air quotes around the world. "You're just a stupid human who can't make his eyes work right, just like all the others."
"Arabella, you aren't being followed by evil creatures," he said calmly. "You're just an average, normal, 14 year old girl."
"THEN EXPLAIN THESE, YOU FREAKING IDIOT!" I scream, and forcefully shove the sleeve of my hospital garb up my arm, revealing three matching claw marks across my forearm, with the burn scar of a dragon curling around them.
"They're just scars. You probably slipped sometime, and got them," he said calmly. But no, I knew. I knew very well where I'd gotten them. I got them the day I came to this stupid place, after getting attacked by a woman bird called a Harpie.
"I'm not crazy," I say. "I'm not crazy. I'm not, I'm really not. And you have to let me out, you need to! You need to let me out or everyone's going to die. They're all gonna die. You have to let me out!"
"I can't do that, Arabella," he said calmly. He closed the door calmly, and his face morphed into that of a wolf. "In fact, I don't think you'll ever be leaving St. Kaleen's Mental Institute... other than in a body sack."
I look at the wolf man, and scream.