It's been a long time since I was admitted. I was laying on the bed. Chained. I never liked it here. The nurses and doctors never really cared about me. They always chain me up and force pills down my throat. I always had thin and pale physiques. I never really say much. Mainly because they just brush it off and lock me in the quiet room. They usually call me Clicker. Because I click my tongue. Even though that's not what I want to be called. I want to be called by my name or at least my nickname. I honestly wanna go home. To my big brother Mika. He always let me sleep in his bed and held me close when I was scared. I haven't been so scared in many years, but being in this horrid place makes me scared. I have nobody to hold me at night, nobody to talk to and nobody to play games with. I'm honestly scared to death in this horrid place. I honestly just want to go home. I started to look around my dull and boring room. Everything was the same. Same boring white walls, chair, door, desk, and small window. I tried to move my hand closer to my head but remembered that I was chained. The itch on my head had gotten worse. I started rubbing my head on the pillow. I heard a knock on the door and my eyes went to see who it was.
