Sad Dream

Kaya's Pov

I sat on my bed and stared at the white wall in front of me. I remember why I got here, I spent most of my time thinking or writing or drawing. I didn't have anything else to do. We could go out in the hospital's garden only in the afternoon or play some boring games. Once a week we watched a movie for kids.
I was in a really bad place when I got here.

*Flashback*

There was blood everywhere, I decided to kill myself. I'm tired of living. I mean no one will miss me, no one ever cared about me, I have never fitted in. This time a cut myself deeper and I took some pills. Blood was pouring all over my arms and I stated to feel dizzy.

All I remember from that moment was my mom screaming my name and calling an ambulance before everything went black,I woke up in an empty hospital room, I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth. I though I was dead but turns out I was in a coma for 2 weeks. My mom freaked out and left the country with my step-father. They left me here. Alone.

The doctor said I needed help and that my mom agreed and signed a paper saying that I was now a part of the London Psychological Hospital.

I went mute for a week. I couldn't speak and I don't wanted to anyway. The doctor said it was the shock of the "accident" and that I will find my voice back soon.

The first days in the mental hospital was the worst,everyone was staring at me all the time, I even got into a fight. I tried to escape a few times but it has never worked. They told me the only key to get out of here was to get better, since that day I pretended that I was doing well. My shrink, Mrs. Spencer, told me that if I was doing better, they would let me get out of there.

Then I met Grace, she was so sweet, she never wanted to leave the hospital, she said it was her home. Poor thing. Her parents abandoned her like me. But she was "happy" here.

*Flashback Ends*

A tear was streaming down my cheek, I hated here, it was horrible. People here were just dead.
I looked at the clock on my night stand to see that it was over mid-day which means I can finally get out of this room.

When I opened my door I saw all the girls patients running over to the massive principal door. Oh, I forgot, One Direction. I didn't really care about seeing them and now that every girl was screaming I couldn't care less. In the crowd of girls, I saw Grace, I laughed a little when she slapped a girl who was stepping on her foot.

The nurses were running to help with the mess. Everyone was screaming. That scared me a little so I decided to get back in my room and maybe sleep for a while. But I couldn't sleep so I wrote all of my thought in my notebook. The only thing in this room that was mine. No one could read it, it was way too personal.

I was trapped in a place with teenage killers, drug addicts, suicidal, bulimic, anorexic... Why would a famous band visit us? We were psychos.

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