As I was escorted to the front desk, all I could think was what if I'm too crazy to cure.

"Okay hold on, Annabeth Chase age 15, 5 ft. 2 inches. Depression, Reactive Attachment Disorder, and PTSD stemming from your father abusing you. Your mother checked you in and you're not allowed to leave without her consent," mumbled the blonde nurse behind a desk typing away on a computer. I was too scared to speak, when she started walking away so I followed.

She led me up two sets of stairs and down a couple of hallways until stopping at a room labeled number 68 with the letters S-I underneath it. "This will be your room during your time here, and you will have a roommate who is already inside. If you have any questions ask her."

I didn't get a chance to reply because she had already started walking away. Nervously, I opened the door, and instead of finding some psycho killer, I found what looked like a normal girl with normal problems.

"I'm Piper, welcome to the bin."

"The bin?"

"Yeah, Oakwood psychiatric facility. Here, Oakwood is the loony bin or bin for short."

I looked around the room, and it definitely was not a normal room. There was two twin beds with white sheets and crisp white pillows, there was a window in which you could faintly see the outline of Pittsburgh. The walls looked like the opposite of typical asylum walls, no pads and no bars on the windows, but the scary part was that that was it, no desk, no lamp, not even a light.

"So what's your name, or are you too scared to tell me?"

"Annabeth, my name is Annabeth. So like what do you guys do here? Like for fun." I asked.

"Follow me." she replied.

I followed her down a couple hallways until we came to what looked like a cafeteria. We walked in and sat down at a table with two boys. Both looked up when we sat down. "This is Annabeth, Annabeth this is Percy and Jason." They just nodded their head in greeting.

After getting through the awkward introductions, Jason was the first to speak up, "So why are you stuck in the loony bin?" I kind of expected this but not this soon so I just said the simplest answer I could think of, "Family troubles, you?" He responded quickly, almost too quickly, "I was suspect in my parents murder." That was definitely not what I was expecting.

Percy was oddly silent. He didn't say a word during our meeting, so naturally I was curious as to why. He got up to leave so I followed him; and once out of earshot of Piper and Jason, I spoke up. "So, why are you here? At Oakwood I mean." He took a couple seconds to think of an answer and then said, " I needed psychiatric help, Duh." He just walked away, no explanation, no nothing.

I tried finding my way back to my room, but all I did was get even more lost. I'm pretty sure Piper is like my guardian angel or something because she found me. "How did you find yourself all the way on the opposite side of the bin? Literally all the way on the other side." I couldn't think of an answer so I just laughed it off. "Well, let me show you back to our room and then hopefully find a map of this place just to show you where to go." I just nodded in agreement. "If we're going to be roommates we might as well get to know each other, so I'll go first. My name is Piper Mclean, I'm 16, and honestly I'm here for so many reasons I don't know where to start. First of all my parents are divorced so I was living two completely different lives, and they both sucked, majorly. Second of all, The doctors said I was a danger to myself, whatever that means, so then my parents were fighting for custody, and there was a huge custody battle, but due to the cause of it, I was sent here for further treatment. The End." Wow okay so, that's kind of scary, but almost seems normal for a place like this.

"Okay, so I guess I kind of owe you an explanation. I apparently have Depression, RAD, and PTSD. The doctors say it's from my father's maltreatment to me as a child, but honestly, I don't know. I was forced to testify against my father in court or something, so now my mother hates me because I'm the reason my father is behind bars. And just to add salt to the wound my brother hasn't talked to me in over 3 years since he moved out. So that's my family in a nutshell." It kind of felt really great to get that off my chest, but really nerve-racking at the same time.

We walked in silence the rest of the way back to our room, but once we were inside she finally spoke up. "Dinner is at 7:00 and lights out is at 8:10. Breakfast is at 8:00 and lunch is whenever we want to eat, so if you want to come you can join Percy, Jason, and me for dinner."

I politely declined by saying "Not tonight I'm sorry, I kind of just want time to recoup after the long day."

" Okay suit yourself."

After she left, I sat down on my bed and just stared at the city thinking about how messed up my life is, but compared to Piper and Jason it could be a whole ton worse, I guess. I know I've only known them for a couple hours ,but I like them a whole ton better than anyone else in my life. They understand what I'm going through and that's all I could ever ask for. I laid down thinking about how much I was actually starting to like this place.

I was awoken by a sharp prick in my arm. As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw a nurse standing over me with a needle in hand, "Sorry sweetie, but I had to give you some medication, doctor's orders." She then stood up and walked out taking a tray with the needle with her. Piper looked at me apologetically, "I remember the days when I had to deal with that, they sucked." I just nodded, not sure what else to say.

She took me down to breakfast with her, and made me sit with her, Percy, and Jason. I asked about the other patients and she said "Oh they're not permanently stuck here." I laughed at her response.

I excused myself from the table and started to walk out but Piper stopped me. "Need a friend?" I wasn't sure how to answer so I said, "Sure." We walked down the hall and then sat on the stairs. She turned to me, "I'm sorry about Percy, he doesn't really like newcomers…" I kind of already figured that out so I said, "I figured. I'm pretty sure he hates me." She laughed and then said, "He doesn't hate you, he just doesn't trust girls."

"Why?

"Because his mom abandoned him after his father's death, his sister hates him, and then I was the breaking point. I broke his heart and dumped him all in one day. We used to be really close but after our break up we grew apart I guess. So I guess you could say he doesn't have great experiences with girls."

I laughed at that.

"Now everything makes so much more sense." She laughed, got up, said a quick goodbye, and left me to my thoughts. At first I was confused as to why she would just leave, but then I realized she was probably reminiscing in memories and didn't want me to bother her.

After she walked away, I realized I've only been here a couple days, but I understand these people more than anyone else. They're psychos who are permanent residents in a loony bin, and now I've joined them. We make the perfect group. There's the delinquent, the orphan, the heart- breaker, and the no good misfit.

No normal person would want to be called any of these, but to a psycho? It's almost a gift, being any of these things was way better than being psycho. I never got why people were afraid of psychos, but now I completely understand. We aren't normal and that scares people. We don't need to be normal to be us. You never know how a psycho thinks until you are one. The world might not like psychos, but Oakwood was nowhere near short on psychos.