Bordering Insanity
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Chapter 1
I let out a hiss of pain as the sharp blade sliced at the skin of my upper arm, if it hadn't of been for the adrenaline that was now coursing through my body I would have fallen, given up right there, but I couldn't I had to keep fighting. I know it didn't matter at all, if I died here I would of course wake up in my cold grey room back at the asylum. No, I thought, I'm not going to give up, not yet.
I liked this world, my dream world, my world, I will stay as long as I can or at least till they wake me up. I hated it at what they called home, I scoffed at that particular word, it wasn't home at all, it was hell. Spending all day and night in that god forsaken cubical they called a room, grey floors, grey walls, grey ceilings. "Bummer!" I let out another hiss of pain as I felt the cold metal tear through my abdomen, I'll be waking up now then…
Staring up at the stained grey ceiling, I cursed myself, I had been distracted, I distracted myself idiot! I told myself. Ok your probably wondering what the hell I'm going on about, so I'll explain: my name is Adelaide Quinn, I'm nineteen years old, when I was five my parents dragged me to this asylum because of my nightmares " ha! Nightmares" I spoke out loud. Brilliant now I'm talking to myself, this is why they think I'm nuts! Anyway that's off the subject. I've been having these dreams for as long as I can remember, except they weren't dreams. It felt so real whilst I was there, I belonged there, more than I belonged here anyway.
I sat upright and glanced around, I always felt weird after waking up, slightly dizzy and light headed. I pulled my loose brunette curls up into a tight bun and sighed, I tapped on the metal at the end of the bed like an absent minded child, I was bored, I was always bored here.
There was a heavy knock that jolted me from my tapping,
"Adelaide Quinn its doctor Mayhew, can I come in?"
"Mmmm" I groaned, that's the only supply that horrid doctor was going to get. The door opened with a loud creak, but I didn't turn around.
"Adelaide, this is doctor John smith, he wants to talk to you."
What! I never get a visitor, who the hell is this guy! Forgetting about the dizziness I snapped my head towards the door, and there standing beside Dr. Mayhew was the most ridiculous man I had ever seen, he was wearing a tweed jacket and a bowtie. Who wears a bowtie these days? I asked myself. I narrowed my eyes at him and asked "who the hell are you?"
He held out his hand and walked towards me, "John Smith, nice to meet you."