She strained against the muscular hands which gripped her arms, "Let go of me!" she cried out.
"Now Kate this is for the best, you're not going to get better unless you let us help you."
"Go fuck yourself!" she yelled, spitting in his face.
The man wiped the spit slowly, his face contorting into a scowl, "Grab her and let's go."
Kate pushed back, twisting her neck to see her mother standing on the porch in her father's arms, crying.
Kate was so angry, "You bitch! I'll NEVER forgive you for this." Kate cried out, causing her mother to burst even harder into tears.

"Now would anyone like to speak?" the woman asked the circle, "Kate, how about you?"
Kate looked at the woman with disgust in her eyes, "Go fuck yourself Linda."
"Hmm, well okay then, how about you Michael?" Linda said, moving on, the insult rolling right off her.

"Happy 20th birthday!" they said as the light in the recreation room snapped on. The room had two balloons and a cake on a table in the centre with about five or six people milling around all wearing the hospital's standard gown. Kate took one look at the pathetic mess that was her 20th and turned around, leaving this 'party' to the other 'patients'.

Kate sat in her room, which was more like a cell, and stared at a crack in the wall.
"Mail call!" a man announced as he walked down the corridor outside pushing a cart full of mail. He flung a bundle of letters through Kate's door slot and kept walking. Kate opened the bundle and found a bunch of junk mail, a letter from her mother which she ripped up immediately and a plain white envelope. She tore the envelope open and found a blank piece of paper inside.
"What kind of bullshit is this?" Kate asked herself just as a golden wring began to appear on the paper.

Miss Katelyn Banks,

You are cordially invited to a position at the Metropolitan Library

Please apply within.

Kate didn't know what to say or do.
Of course the big question was why was a library offering her a job? She was a high school dropout who was, at this very moment, stuck in a nuthouse. She put the letter next to her bed and went to sleep.
The next morning she found that overnight, almost like magic, they had decided she was well enough to be let out. Kate couldn't help but this this had something to do with that letter.