disclaimer: i do not own Harry Potter
Every day I wake up in the same bed with white sheets, surrounded by white walls in a room with no windows. The only light is that of a fluorescent lamp which is shining down on me. I hate how clean everything is, not a speck of dust is to be seen and I am positive that whoever you are, you won't be able to survive in this white hell without going insane. Not that that mattered for the people who kept him here of course, they all thought that he was already insane to begin with. Not to say that he disagreed with them.
sooooo, i've been on this site for a pretty long time and have never written anything myself. This is my first time writing anything (not school related) and I would very much like some reviews. this is just a short beginning and i'm planning on making it a long story. please tell me if my English is weird cause its not my native language.