Stifling panic began to fill me as I watched the nurse at the front desk catalogue my information.

Name: Michelle T. Forman

Age:15

Reason for Induction:

I couldn't read any further than that, as pooled tears blurred my vision. In an effort to pull myself together I sniffled and wiped my eyes. The 'nurse', in turn gave me a pitying look as she left the desk to guide me to what she referred to as my 'room'. I almost snorted audibly at her reference, a prison cell would be more accurate but, I obliged, following her down the narrow hall. We slowed distinctly while passing the Warden's room and I stiffened, struggling to press on as thoughts of the monster behind the door flooded my head. At the top of the third staircase we passed by more nurses and orderlies who scrambled around us shouting nonsense words and commands.

We eventually arrived in a dark corridor with dimly lit ceiling lights and a seemingly endless row of rooms.

The nurse gestured towards one of them and I begrudgingly entered. After the door slammed shut I cautiously surveyed the area, aware of the small circular hole in the door. There was a rickety bed to left corner, a toilet to the right and a tiny barred window in between the two.

I slowly approached my sanity, formerly known as the window, knowing that without it I would turn as mad as they claimed me to be.

I jumped at the sound of the heavy metal door scraping the floor to see a middle aged man in a tailored white suit. I knew it was the warden. He eyed me carefully, studying my every move as I internally shuddered. He was menacing and ominous. "Ms. Forman." he said almost humorously, "Do you know why you're in here?" I studied him waiting to see if he had anything further to say before I answered with a simple, "No." I could see a vague look of surprise cross his face but it was quickly hidden. "Would you like to know?" he said, clearly anticipating my answer. "Yes." I replied in a duh tone. He cleared his throat, "Your parents sent you here did they not?" he asked "Yes." I responded growing bored. I didn't want to reveal any excess information so I kept my answers straightforward. "And why do you think that is?" he asked. "I don't know." I said nonchalantly. "Yes you do." he stated plainly, clearly intrigued by my behavior. I turned and inched closer to the window, in a trance.

My parents, I thought ...my real parents would never send me here, my real parents would shower me in love, my real parents would nurture me, my real parents would watch me thrive and grow old together, they would apply love to my life liberally everyday, I wouldn't suffer at all, I wouldn't be here now....but..my real parents are dead. I let a single tear fall to the ground, all my memories of them in tow. I was sent here by 'my temporary legal guardians' or rather my own personal devils. I was sent here out of spite. I was sent to my grave.

I was told I had an illness. I was told that my parent's death was my fault but it was theirs, hers. Another tear betrayed me, this time produced by anger. I slowly ripped my gaze away from the lawn almost 100 feet below me, deciding it better to keep quiet. No one should know, no one will know, I promised myself. And I never break a promise. I turned to face the warden whose gaze was also leaving the lawn and said "No, I don't." Before the words could even completely leave my mouth though, he had turned to leave but not before saying "Welcome to the Silverwood Psychiatric Hospital."