It was your first time at a mental institution, you were worried out of your mind, and didn’t want to go. It was a cold night outside, and very dark. You arrived at the front desk and your mom checked you into the hospital, the lady at the front desk grabbed some small string, attached it to the key, and tied it to your neck.

Mom: sweetie…listen, you’ll stay here and let the staff care for you, and you’ll be good? Right?