This was an anonymous request from my strawpage! Link in my bio if you'd like to send one.

[BAKERSFIELD, CA, 1996]

You were laying in your room, staring up at the boring ceiling. Your bed was firm and uncomfortable. The walls were a dull, pale blue. This was hell. Your parents had entered you into a mental hospital for being.. violent with your peers and yourself. You were a danger to yourself and others, they said. But they didn't understand.

One of the workers, Jonathan, lightly knocked on your door. He was shy and sweet. He'd only been here for a week or two, so he didn't do much. Just occasionally checked up on you.

"Hey, bud.. it's time to take your meds. Did you have a nice nap?"

everyone here was too friendly. They treated you like a kid. You despised almost everyone.. you didn't want to be angry and hateful, but you couldn't help it sometimes..