The Crazy Asylum

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Lizette's POV

Asylum.

Cell. Cage. Jail. Institute. Establishment.

Call it what you will--but I swear, I don't belong here.

I don't belong here. I DON'T belong here. I DON'T BELONG HERE!

I stare at the man in front of me, dressed all in black. He hands me a new set of clothes--all white.

Why are you doing this to me?

I tilt my head as I stare at the man, begging to ask him this question, but I've been here so long in silence that I can barely speak words.

"Lizette, take the clothes and change into them," he commands.

I slowly take it with a pale shaking hand.

Lizette--yes, that's my name, I suppose... right?

Right?

I stare at the clothes. I look back up to the man.

"I don't belong here," is what I manage to mouth.

The man leans towards me.

"Oh, but you do."

He turns around and leaves, and I'm stuck here.

Crazy--I've been here for many years, and out of all these years, I still can't remember this man who always comes by once a month to drop off clothes and sometimes a treat every now and then. Yet out of all these years... I still remember one person.

I never want to even think about her again.

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