Insanely Declared

Prologue

Here I am, at home. My life is complete, and perfect. I am a princess; given back to her kingdom. I am happy, beautiful, and sane.

I was finally collected from Petesburg clinic yesterday. I was there for almost three years. Everyone thought I was mental; that is why I was there. I guess in a way I was. I remember each day of my stay; I wish I didn't. My mother and father believe me to be well now. But I could see it in their eyes when they entered my cell. They were full of fear; for fear that I would do it again.

Day One:

The Arrival

I was thrown into the car that same night. There was no word spoken to neither where I was going nor why I was leaving. I was barely ready, and my wounds had not yet healed. Had my parents gone insane? Or was it me? I had no idea how to react. I sat in the back seat; staring randomly through the windows to all of the misty pictures of the night. It was at least two hours before the car pulled to a heavy stop. I did not know where I had been taken; the weather was terrible, my vision was greatly distorted of the building that stands towering above me. Then I saw it; the sign that would be in my nightmares; the sign to take me to my end. Petesburg Clinic for the insane minded. This was when I realised; it was me. My parents had taken me to meet my terror; to the place where they would treat me badly and spread contagious germs that would infect my sacred body. I couldn't stand it. I began to feel my legs moving and the cold wind brushing through my hair. I was running away; away into the night. I would let the darkness of the shadows be my savour, and when daylight comes; like the darkness, I will be gone.

I blacked out and awoke to find myself being restrained by two men. I was soon taken into the clinic. I decided 'maybe if I stop struggling, they would let me go'. Well, they did let me go, but I was still guarded and was given the ultimate tour of the building. I don't see why they do that; it just gives me a more than likely possible way to escape. I knew I would when I got the chance. As I saw the way my mother and father greeted each nurse and doctor in such a good manner; it sicked me, I could scream and they wouldn't hear. It's not usual for them to be so nice to others, how could they when they treat me so poorly? It's their fault im in here, I wouldn't have done anything if they were just that little bit nicer. I guess I just couldn't hold back the pain any longer. Slowly and eventually, the tour stopped, at my stop. Mum said her goodbyes and turned her back on me for good. I did not know how long it would be until she shined a light on me next and believe that I am good. Only that it will seem like forever.

I never really understood why my parents took me into the clinic, why they couldn't just help me at home instead. I did sense one thing throughout the event, I felt so unwelcome; it was like they hated me, wait, loath me is a more appropriate word to describe it. In the end, I guess I am glad that they did; I don't think I could bare being in the same house and living with them for another gloomy day of my life.

The women that showed mum and dad around pulled up a chair in my room and began talking to me in the most spine-chilling tone I ever did hear, but there were to be many more times like that. I could tell. She was interrogating me about my personal life, I felt so uncomfortable and intruded, I wanted it to end, but it had just begun. I bit my lip and stayed as strong as I could be; just to shove it in her face.

The rest of that day; after my questioning, I was left alone in my cell, no one to talk to and nothing to do. I could feel myself slowly filling up with boredom, how long could I possibly last in this hell hole? After a few hours into the night, when the screams had finally died down, I started feeling the insane part of me releasing, the part that no one, not even me wanted to see. I began muttering, pretending someone was there. I suppose it is only natural, and most kids do, but for me; it wasn't. The words that were pouring out of my mouth made me relive my nightmares, and the part in my life I had forgotten; the exact event, the thing that scared me the most, something that will haunt my mind forever. Every few seconds it was, these visions would flash across my eyes and torment me, each time it added a little more detail. I wanted it to stop; I was scared it would become reality again. I instantly started thrashing my head from side to side, trying to shake this thing out of my skull. I began hitting my head when the thrashing was not working. That was when the beloved nurse returned and made me go completely numb with an anaesthetic which slowly made me fall asleep.