"I don't know how to.."

"Just start by saying your name. Who you are? Why are you here?" The young male psychiatrist said sitting a front of me holding the tape recorder in his thin hands.

My eyes went to his golden wedding band on his left hand. I licked my bottom dried lip and looked at the camcorder standing next to him aiming at me. The harsh bright red light making me go cross eyed.

"You can start any moment you like." He said softly looking at me with his brown eyes making me feel safe. I chuckle to myself and took a deep breath. I heard the click sound of the recorder and started to talked.

"My name is Cathy Grimes." I stated by was interrupt by the young man.

"Your papers said your name is Catherine."

"I prefer to be called Cathy." I said harshly. I looked at my lap ignore the ouch in his face. I stared at the blue gown I was wearing. It had little white swirls and poke a dots on them, sometimes I like watching it or even tracing the swirls to past the time when I got locked up or simply got bored. I looked up and saw the psychiatrist looking at me, he quickly looked away as I smirk.

"My name is Cathy Grimes. I'm seventeen years old, born and raised in the north side of Georgia. Went to Riverdale High School. " I said looking at him who had a tiny black notebook that I didn't see before when I came in the room. He looked up at me wearing these funny pair of black glasses but the way it looked for him was amazing. His brown eyes seem to pop. He clench his jaw as he saw me look at me.

"Isn't that a school for ballet?" He said looking at me.

"Yes, I have attended there since I can remember." I replied as I squinted my eyes and touching the right side of my temple wincing as I felt the bump. They still burned.

"I told Sister May not to do those kind of therapy on you yet." He said writing in his notebook as he shook his head full of light color brown curls.

"That shit ain't therapy mister." I said harshly once again standing up from the wooden chair along the sound of a screech was made with it and slammed my hands on the metal table. I smiled as he jumped and lean back against his chair with wide eyes staring at me.

"Frying someone's brain ain't fucking therapy, doctor." I said softly as my mind went back to the uncomfortable shit bed I have slept and force to be strapped down my these thick leather strapes.

"It's not only therapy but as a punishment also." He said making me stand back a little as he stood to his full height that was six feet.

"I didn't do shit." I told him with a frown not taking my hands off the table to prove a point how serious I was.

"That's not what I heard Miss Grimes." He said leaning forwards to the table setting his own hands a few inches away from mines. And looked at me straight in my eyes making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. His minty fresh breath hitting my face.

"I heard you tried to escape by offering one of the male employees for blow job. Is that correct?" He said looking at me touching my nose with his.

"I know why you are in here. Your mother told me." He said touching my hand with his. I slightly shivered at his warm hands when it made contact with my cold ones.

"Bitch doesn't believe me." I whispered looking into his eyes with my blue ones.

"But I do." He said looking at me.

"Time's up." He said playfully and sat back down shutting the black notebook and looked at me with a close smile. I sighed deeply and walked as fast I can with these dumb brown house slipper. I open the door walked down the disgusting hallway. Many people didn't knew this part of the building. When the people that walk in the front building they believe is the most beautiful thing. A load of bullshit if ask me. As I finally made it to the main part of building where the other "patients" hang out you can say.

"Back so soon, Cathy." Said Lax, he was a bit older then me. His caramel brown skin glistening with sweat from the lack of ac in this shit hole. He had this perfect smile that made you safe, wanted. His hair was buzz cut it used go before a afro but due to bad behaviour the nurses cut it of during his sleep.

"Yea, fucking doctor." I said sitting on the crappy cheap couch a front of him. I nodded thanks as he hand me a cigarette. I know what you are thinking I am just seventeen but if you were stuck in this place you be wanting a cigarette too.

"How did you get the cigarettes?" I asked knowing it's hard to them in a place like this. I looked at him as he handed me a lighter.

"Everyone likes a black dick." He said laughing just as a red headed nurse past us. He licked his lips and winked at her making her blush.

"Eww." I said giggling as I blew the smoke through my nose and brought my legs to my chest. I brought the cigarette back to my mouth and stared behind Lax . The young girl was wearing the same thing as me well the same as everyone she was sitting Indian style starting at the teal colored wall. Her hair was all chopped off in layers. I guess she acted wrong and the nurses cutted it off. I touched my own choppy hair.

"Cathy?"

"Cathy?" I looked away from the girl and looked at Lax who has been talking to me. I said sorry and asked what's up. I saw the look in his face, the look of excitement. It kind of scared me a bit. I frowned when he started talking about people turning cannibal in France by some new disease. I shook my head as I tap my cigarette on the plastic ash tray.

"Cannibalism?" I said with a laugh.

"Lax, cannibalism only existed in some tribes or in some states but it's controlled." He shook his head and quickly sat next to me making the couch move. Sure, Lax might have been my friend but something you should know is that Lax isn't right in the head. Of course I didn't believe him. During the first weeks I was here he started ranting about how the world was going to end. I looked at Lax as he kept talking but I didn't hear a thing. All I can hear is the electricity siren. It all stopped when the man that owned thought he owned everyone came in through the two wooden tall doors into the hangout room. Sadly it was truth, he was kind of the manger of this whole establish. He walked in looking at everyone.

I sighed and turned to look at Lax but frowned that he wasn't there. I wasn't shocked about it. Mr. Blue wasn't the kind of men that don't like colored people. It made me think about it if he didn't liked them why have them in his building. It was mostly for money. Money created the monster that was in Mr. Blue. Money and sex, I have heard some of the female patients praising on how good he was and how big he is.

Sure Mr. Blue was attractive but looks are just a disguise. He was tall but not that tall. He was slim with a couple of muscles. His hazel brown eyes were lovely but I couldn't look at him. He reminded me of someone . The person that put me in this hell hole. The person that cause all of this shit.

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