If you look around, all you see is pain. This is prison.
"Everyone is happy here, thriving like free spirits should."
It's a nightmare here, it is not possible to thrive in the dark.
"You can be yourself, there is no judgement."
Be careful with how you act here, judgement is served daily.
Every word she said about this place is bullshit. Ha, her mind was to easy to access. I know what she's doing. I know I'm different. There's never been a doubt in my mind about it. The things I can do, they're not normal. And something tells me I'm about to feel even more so. I won't fit in here, like most places. This isn't the first institution I've checked into sadly. And I'm pretty sure I know how this story ends.
I'm returned from the land of my thoughts suddenly by a loud crash. The Mistress rushes into the kitchen, and starts screaming. A young girl no older than 11 has dropped a handful of glass plates. "What on Earth are you thinking Farrah?" She strikes her, and I gasp. Everyone turns to look at the Mistress. She rushes out of the room and instructs me to follow her.