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Mitchie's POV

I held my head down as two guys in white button up shirts and brown khaki pants dragged me to my room. They threw me in there and locked my door, having no regard to how I'd feel physically as my body collided with the cold white tiled floor. I looked around my new room, my new home. It was plain, bland even. The walls were white as paper and even the bed sheets were white. The mattress had nothing holding it up, so it was on the floor. There was a single window parallel to the door that gave a solid view of the forest. It wasn't a breathtaking view, but it was better than nothing and right now, I'll take what I can get. I slowly rise from the floor and lay down on my mattress and stare up at the white ceiling. Why was I even here? I don't get it. What did I do to anyone to make them want to put me in here? Oh yeah, that's right. I got caught in something that I didn't even do. How is this even fair? How can someone who doesn't even know me determine whether I am sane or not? My sanity is shown through my personality and none of these doctors here know me personally, so who are they to decide whether I am sane or not? I lay on my mattress staring at the white ceiling for quite some time thinking about all of this, trying to process all of this. I'll never get how the human mind functions. People are so quick to judge whether someone is sane or not, people use that world so loosely now that half the people in these mental institutions shouldn't even be there. I let out a loud groan as I get up from my bed and make my way around my bedroom, absorbing all of it in its dull beauty. I sigh as I take a seat on the floor. I look at the clothes I'm wear and scoff. None of the workers allowed us to where what we wanted; they chose our clothes to make sure we didn't choose clothes that were negative or inappropriate in any way so that we wouldn't be influenced. I honestly thought it was stupid. I groaned once again as I stretched out my legs and let my back hit my cold, white, dull floors. I shivered as my back came in contact with the floor. I wrapped my arms around myself tightly in attempt to warm myself up.

I ended up putting my arms in my shirt, gaining more warmth than wrapping my arms around myself. I was growing extremely bored and to entertain myself I began to roll around my cold, hard floor like an idiot, proving that I really did belong here. I got bored of rolling on my floor in about 15 minutes and decided just to sit back up. I took my arms out of my shirt and rested my hands in my lap, slightly slouching. I heard a slight knock on the door, followed by a "Hello." Spoken too enthusiastically by one of the ladies who worked here I assumed. The worker slowly opened the door, proving my assumptions to be right. She was a tall slender lady, looking no older than 35 but no younger than 25. "Hi, Mrs. Torres, I am Sandy, I'll be your care taker, tending to your every need." Sandy said with a cheerful smile plastered on her face. I nodded my head, letting her know that I acknowledged what she said. Sandy motioned for me to follow her so I did. "I'll be escorting you to breakfast, lunch, and dinner and any other activities you have planned. Okay, sweetie?" I rolled my eyes at how nice she was being. I knew she was only being this nice because it was her job. I nodded my head, not wanting to be rude to her even though I know she couldn't care less about me. She gave me another warm smile, causing me to turn my head and roll my eyes once again. "I'll come and get you for lunch time in 30 minutes. See you then." Sandy said, that fake inviting smile still plastered on her face as she walked out of my room, closing and locking the door behind her. I'll never get why they lock the doors here. Where else do we have to go? There's nowhere interesting in this place where I'd like to go. I don't even want to be in my temporary room, but I'm forced to.

I've been laying on the cold tile floor like before for the past 30 minutes waiting for Sandy to come get me for lunch. Bored is a complete understatement. I am way past bored; I'm pretty much ready to just drop dead. I rise to my feet and walk over to my bed room door, waiting for Sandy to come in with her enthusiastic voice and fake ass smile that I've grown to hate within in the short amount of time I've know this lady.

I hear a knock followed by my door creaking open. Speak of the devil. "Hi Sandy." I said politely as possible. "You know you don't have to knock on my door, not like I'll deny you of entry." I said with a slight chuckle. Sandy nodded her head, letting out a light chuckle as well. "Well, I suppose you're right." I stepped outside my room a bit and looked towards Sandy. "You coming? I don't exactly know where the lunch room is." Sandy's eyes widened as she realized she was still standing there. She must have been deep in thought, I assumed. "Oh, sorry, Mrs. Torres, let's get going."

Sandy linked her arm in mine and walked me over to the lunch room. It was even more bland and blank than my room. It was a small room about a size bigger than my room with grey rectangular tables spread out all over. Each table could fit ten chairs on each side. There was a big walk way in the middle of the room where the food was served. Sandy gave me a little push towards the lunch line. I stumbled a bit before gaining my composure and heading to the line. It was pretty much empty. There were two people in front of me and as I was informed by Sandy on our walk to the lunch room she said we are not allowed to talk to any other patients and I thought that was odd. She also told me that the sanest people in this institute are allowed to have a roommate if there is no room left in the institute. I nodded my head understanding that logic. I hope I get a roommate; it wouldn't hurt to have someone to talk to in this hell hole. I walked further up in the line realizing it was my turn to get my food. I grabbed my tray, white milk, a slice of pizza and an apple. As I looked around I saw nurses in white gowns and a hat with a red plus sing posted all over the lunch room along with big men in brown khaki pants and white button open t-shirts posted around the room as well. I guessed they were security. I spotted the two guys who dragged me into my room. I gave them a death glare without them noticing and walked to Sandy. "Where do I sit?" I asked as I looked around the room once again to see not many open seats. "We can go back to your room and eat, if you'd like?" She suggested and I nodded my head. Even though I hated my room, I liked being in there way more than I liked being in this cafeteria.

Sandy and I headed back to my room. She had to be with me until I finished eating so she could take my tray back to the cafeteria. We actually talked and I regret the mean things I said to her in my head. She's actually a really nice lady. I found out that her husband died two years after them getting married and that she has three kids. Two boys and one girl. The boys are 16 year old twins and her daughter is 14. She said that she really enjoys working with people like myself, even though she doesn't believe I'm insane. I tried to eat slowly so I could spend more time talking to her. It was nice having someone to talk to even if it wasn't someone around my age. I just wanted someone to listen to me, because I'd listen to them. We sat and talked for about an hour in a half before she figured I was more into talking than eating and left me to rest before a afternoon group session with some nurses and patients. I wasn't too thrilled about that when Sandy announced it me, but honestly, I didn't have room to protest. These people here basically have full control of me and I hate it. I hate being here; I hate everyone in here except Sandy. I wouldn't ask for any other care taker but her.

I laid down on my mattress that was in the corner of my room and attempted to go to sleep. I was informed by Sandy that this was a new room and I'd have a bed frame and a head board once I came back from the group session, which did I mention were three whole fucking hours. It's going to be torture sitting in a room full of fake ass nurses and unstable patients for three hours, listening to God knows what.

I managed to get about 35 minutes of sleep before I was back on my floor, rolling on the floor just like earlier, waiting for my care taker, Sandy to come get me for the group session. I was glad they put a wall clock in my room so I was able to keep track of time. I bet you some patients used it to past time instead of keeping track of time.

Just as I rolled in to my mattress Sandy just barged in my room, well at least we're past the knocking before entering phase. I greeted her with a genuine, kind smile before rising to my feet and walking to Sandy. She surprised me by embracing me in a big hug before quickly pulling away and leading me to the place where group sessions were held.

Sandy placed me in a free spot and left me. I was disappointed that I was left alone with a bunch of people who probably don't even care about me. I looked around the room, we formed a circle and I spotted two nurses and the rest were patients. One of the nurses who had an obvious fake smile pasted on her face spoke up. "Hello patients, I know for some of you this is your first day here so I'll explain rules and regulations then the new patients will introduce themselves." I let out a very quiet groan, expressing my dislike to the whole group session thing.

The lady explained the rules and regulations then moved on to introductions. Everyone went except for me. The nurse motioned for me to stand up like everyone else did and introduce myself. I rolled my eyes and stood up. "Okay, so my name is Mitchie Torres, I'm 19, I'm not fucking crazy and I have no idea why I'm here." I said rather harshly before sitting down. Both nurses shot me death glares. Look, I was making friends already.

The rest of the group session was spent talking about how to learn to express feeling and how to communicate with others. I tuned out the group session and just thought about home. I can't believe this happened to me. I don't get it; none of what happened was my fault. I just wish that things could have happened in a different way. I'm not crazy. I don't belong in this rehabilitation center or mental institution or whatever the fuck this place is. This place is too boring. They can throw perfectly sane people in here and making them turn insane because the lack of creativity and color in this place. I hate these nurses and I hate this place.

Please God, let a miracle happen and send me life.

Okay so this is the end of chapter one. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Review it if you please. Chapter two should be up soon.