Insane Doesn't Even Begin to Cover It...

Insane Doesn't Even Begin to Cover It... Chapter 9

For the next few days, everything is hectic. The doctors are trying to get near me to see what new drugs they can give me, and perform experiments like I’m some lab rat.

But each time Griffin, Cade and Dallas save me. Either they take me outside to walk around in the back yard of the institution, that I’ve never gotten to see before, or I’m locked in Griffin’s office, having him tell me things that I never wanted to remember. I suppose he thinks this will make me better, make me talk.

Cade will come up to me in the hallway on my way downstairs to eat, and shrink away, Dallas will immediately turn around and walk in the opposite direction. They’re afraid of me. Ashamed. And that thought hurts me, it hurts me deeply.

They’re supposed to help me, not make me feel worse about myself. So, I’ve taken to lashing out more. It’s obvious that Griffin’s not going to be able to help me, only I can do that. My life, my choice.

Right now, I’m sitting out side on the grass, carefully watched by the guards of the institution, who are lined up in front of all exits, armed with guns and things like that. I’m ignoring them though, just staring off into the distance and hoping that Griffin won’t come to find me.

He’s been getting really annoying lately, always pressuring me to talk. Blaming me for things, trying to guilt me into opening my mouth and saying things. But each time he tries, I keep my mouth firmly shut, and storm off.

I swear, if he does it again, any time from then on, something bad is going to happen to him.

“Ah, Senna, there you are!”

Speak of the devil.

“Come with me to my office, it’s time for another session.” When I don’t get up, he reaches a hand out, and I know he’d touch me.

He’s been doing that a lot lately too, threatening to touch me. Reaching out so close that if I had jerked reflexively, his hand would come into contact with a part of my skin.

Immediately reacting and standing up, I walk behind him up to his office, where he locks the door and makes me sit on the couch.

“Today we’re going to be going over all your punishments that you’ve received while here.” He takes a file from his desk and flips it open.

“You were tied to a metal table and shocked, because you killed a doctor by slamming the door on his head…” The list goes on from there. Being hung up by my wrists because I refused to take my medicine. Held under water ‘cause I spit in a doctor’s face.

This institution is very brutal and gruesome. Best in the world, but people would only send their kids here if the kid had no hope left. When the session is finally over, I’m allowed to leave. Feeling no better or worse about myself.

Well actually, I feel proud. I’m glad I did all of that. It shows I’m not just one more of those idiotic docile sheep called patients on the regular floors. I’m dangerous, and they know it.

Almost skipping back to my cell, I close myself in and sit on the floor, in the corner.

I hope everyone here knows they aren’t going to break me anytime soon…