don't let me drown.

"Why’d you do it?"

"I did it because she deserved it, she annoyed me that day and honestly I just wanted to smash her into a wall in that moment."

"So.. What did you do to land yourself in the nuthouse?" She asked to the stranger, sitting in one of the chairs near a medication point. 

"I did what felt right while knowing it was wrong because I had to." He looked down at his feet as he spoke, "Is what they always tell me to say, but really I just tried to kill my girlfriend."

I was still in high school. I would’ve had to do scrape up money. I didn’t live in a city where people found me attractive. 

It's easy enough to lie about your age as it is to get a fake ID. Where did you live? What kind of place doesn't find you attractive, that's ridiculous.

I was planning on it, but then I realized that I would in turn have to kill my mom so she didn’t kill me first and then I would’ve been broke. Otherwise, his head would’ve been chopped of the second he came near me. 

You couldn't have just made your own money? You're pretty enough, I don't see a reason why someone wouldn't hire you.

Hm. Well, little tip, they’re pretty awful at reinforcing the rules so you could probably just walk out there and they wouldn’t notice. I go outside all the time.

I'm not one for breaking rules and I really don't want to make my time here any less pleasant so that's not really gonna work for me.

"This place is miserable, I could never consider this home and a barely had one."

Sometimes I don't mind it, when there's no drama or creepy girls I find myself enjoying my time here, but other days I want to scratch the walls til I make a hole big enough to climb out of.

"I’m not.. I’m not crazy! Stop calling me crazy!" she yipped into the empty air, staring off into the direction she was yelling. "I’m not, they.. They.. It’s all true. I’m not… I’m not crazy. Why do they keep telling me I’m crazy? I’m not.. I’m not.." her words slipped out in whimpers as she dropped to the floor, clutching the sides of her head. Autumn was shaking violently and was mumbling to herself as tears started to stream down her cheeks. 

Kiyeol was minding his own business as he was walking the corridors when he heard yelling, he considered avoiding it in an attempt to have himself a carefree, almost easy day but he was getting more and more intrigued as he got closer. He got to the door just as the other started whimpering, and looked around the room, seeing that there was nobody else in there with her he looked down at the mumbling mess on the floor and crouched down. He was sure this was a perfect time for him to pretend like he cared for someone, a practice his therapist had greatly encouraged. The tall teenager tilted his head and thought of something comforting to say to the girl in front of him, he didn't want to touch her in case she was violent so he kept a healthy gap of six foot between them. "U— um... do you want some water? Or some tea or something?" He wasn't good at the whole caring thing, but he was hoping the other could at least appreciate that he was trying.

But there’s a garden? Did they specifically say you couldn’t?

Yes. They told me that I'm not allowed out but refused to give me a reason. My bet's on them just being too fucking lazy to escort me. God, they literally treat us like dogs in here.

"You’ve been in here for two years? God, that’s almost disheartening. Won’t the staff escort you then?"

Yea, it's been about twenty one months now, so almost two years. It was worse at the start, at least now this place is like home or whatever. Only issue I have is with the staff and the fact I can't get out when I want.

"I was just saying. Hold your horses, Ki. You know we can sneak out, they never lock the doors"

Hold your horses means to slow down or be patient, that has no context here. I don't want to break the rules, they won't let me out when I haven't done anything wrong, they'll just stop me from doing anything else I want if I break rules.

My stepdad told them to act like I didn’t exist unless I looked like I was doing something suspicious. They didn’t want to get fired. God, I wanted him dead. 

I liked my staff, they were nice to me and they didn't call me crazy all the time. You should have just killed him then.

The staff at my house were pretty clueless. Would’ve gotten sent here way earlier if they knew every part of the house. I went into my brother’s room once in my entire life and I never went in there again. He’s creepy. I’m scared I might burn if I see natural light from how long I’ve been in here.

Luckily for me the staff at my house actually liked me. Well, more like they pitied me because my sisters love to tell everyone how I'm not "technically" part of the family I swear to god those morons think they live in a fairy tail and they're the evil step sisters, they certainly act that way.

I know where the fuck we are.