StOp

Stela POV

Thud. Thud. Thud. My foot taped as I wanted for the woman behind the counter to call my name. She was going in alphabetical order and my name would be the last letter in the alphabet. Stella Zayne is my name. I took a deep breath as I used this time to take one last look around the room, at the faces that I will never see again. To my right I saw Matthew who was starring out the window which was closed with a gray curtain. No look on the outside world nothing but black and gray. Thud. Thud. Thud. I felt sad for Matthew and the rest of the remaining people that still have to stay in this prison cold cell a mental home name "IHelp Intuition". This place never did help me of course I don't know why would people try to help people like me, Jacob, and Matthew. We are Damaged. Disturbed. Crazy. Misunderstood. Mindless. So why bother? We are who we are. I am who I am. Though at one point in life my life was some-what normal but that was years ago. Now I'm changed. THEY changed me. I'm crazy, lost, and sick it's their fault and I'm out to get my revenge. Mintues turned into hours and then finally I heard the sentence that put joy in my heart (if I have one) "Ms. Zayne here is your release form" the woman said as she hand me a link slip. A smile crept on my face as I thanked her and went to the line with the other people along with my friend Jacob who was being released. Finally! 365 days I been here and now I'm out yes I am free!!! This is not the end no, it's only the beginning.