Author's Note: Sorry if these chapters are a little short. I previously had them on a different website and since that site is screwing these chapters, I decided to put the story on here. So, please enjoy! Oh, and once I upload all of the seven chapters I already have, the chapters will be longer. But until then, please bear with me. And I know the thing says that this is based on the game, but it is based on the show and I couldn't find the show so yeah.
I still couldn't believe she would do this. My own mother!
My mother had put me in this asylum because she thought I was becoming depressed.
I'm not depressed! I'm only four years old! How can I be depressed?
I kept crying in the locked up room they kept me in as I thought about how horibble my life was in here.
I always cried whenever I thought about how much I hated my mother. My dad too. I couldn't hate my little brother though. Or my big sister.
"Hannah, it's time for your medicatation!" my nurse said outside my door. He was so annoying! He was so cheerful about everything.
"Leave me alone!" I yelled as I continued crying.
"No way, my little angel!" apparently, I was an angel to him. Why? How was I an angel? I cut myself all the time because I was sad and angry at the world. I constantly kicked, hit, punched, slapped, and bite him.
Why was he so nice to me? He's the one who should be in the loony bin, not me.
He walked into my room with my meds.
"Here's your medicine, Hannah!" He yelled with a smile on his face. Damn he was loud.
"Go to hell,"I whispered as I pulled my knees up to my chest.
"Now Hannah, that's no way for a little girl like yourself to be talking. It's very rude!" he said, the god damned smile still on his face.
"First, go away. Second, I don't want my meds!" I said.
"Yes you do, Hannah. I know you do! Now, here comes the airplane!" he said as he made an airplane noise while trying to get the spoon into my mouth.
I kept my mouth tightly shut.
"Come on, Hannah! It will make you feel better!" He said as he tried it again. This time with a train.
"As I said before, GO TO HELL!" I screamed as I knocked the spoon out of his hand.
"Young lady! You do NOT hit your elders!" I heard someone yell from the hallway.
"It's alright, Jimmy. I'm sure she didn't mean it," my stupid nurse said. Jimmy is the same guy I happened to learn my naughty language from. He didn't care if I was a child. He treated me like he did any other adult in this looney bin. Like I was stubborn mud that he couldn't clean off of his stupid expensive looking shoe.
"Of coarse I meant it! Now, leave me alone! All of you!" I yelled. I stood on top of my bed.
Jimmy came into my room and slapped me across the face, which caused me to lose my balance and fall off my bed backwards, onto the hard, white, and wooden floor.
I just glared at him from the postion my head landed in. Fully on the floor with everything towering over me. Then again, everything always towered over me since I was short.
"Don't you talk to your elders like you're superior to us! We are here to help and it doesn't help us if you keep acting stubborn! Now start acting your age and let us fucking help you!"Jimmy said. He grabbed the spoon from my shocked nurse, walked around my bed, leaned down to me, and forced the medicine down my throat.
I choked on it as it went down wrong.
"That's what you deserve! Now be a good little girl and be quiet!" Jimmy said as he dragged the nurse out of my room and slamed the door shut.
That's what my life is like every day. Stupid nurse comes in to try to give me my medicine, jackass docter comes by, shoves my medicne down my throat, slapps and insults me, then leaves with my stupid nurse.
I hate my life.
As soon as I was done choking, my room went red. I heard sirens going on and off.
I got off the ground and went to my door. To which I placed an ear on and both of my hands to steady myself.
"What's happening?" I heard someone yell.
"One of the patients is having a panic attack! Their trying to escape!" Someone else yelled.
Yeah right, patient my four-year-old ass. We're more like prisoners! I yelled in my head. I glared at nothing in particular.
"So that's it huh? Someone's trying to escape. Good for them. It's not our fault some of us have panic attacks. If they would just leave us alone and stop treating us like we are babies, then the panic attacks would be our faults! Stupid morons!" I muttured to myself.
"Gastly," I heard someone agree behind me.
"What the-?" I asked as I looked over my shoulder.
"Ah!" I screamed as I saw a purple ghost in front of me. It had a huge head! And i mean HUGE. It had big eyes, no nose, and a bigish mouth.
"Gastly, gastly, gastly," the thing tried to calm me down.
"What was that?" I heard someone yell behind the door.
"I think it was a scream!" Someone else yelled.
I turned back to the monster to see that it wasn't there anymore. The door quickly opened and it slammed into me. I was launched back to a wall.
"Ow," I muttered, rubbing the back of my head.
"Hannah! Are you okay!" I looked up to see three people looking at me sitting against a wall.
"Uh, yeah." I replied, getting up onto my feet.
"Then why did you scream?" one of them asked, they put their hands on their hips, looking at me like I was crazy or something. I wonder why? Oh yeah, my stupid mother put me in a looney bin. And why? I always though it was because Dad and big sister disappeared. At least, that was what I have been told for the past three years.
"I screamed?" I asked innocently.
"Yeah," another said. They narrowed their eyes at me.
The last one joined in by looking like the first one.
"Oh, maybe I did, well, I'm tired so I'm heading off to bed," I said as I headed towards my bed.
"Alright Hannah. Have pleasant dreams!" they said.
"Will try," I said.
They closed and locked the door behind them and I tucked myself in for the night.
"What the hell was that thing?" I whispered. I layed my head down onto my pillow and slowly drifted into sleep.