"I'm not crazy.." Is what lisa told herself when she had a panic attack over a loud noise. Or when she heard voices telling her to do things, saying she wasn't good enough..she was far from normal. She was crazy, and everyone around her knew it. They brushed it of, as being in the 60's and unstable was wrong. From the way she acted, the way she talked to herself.. she had to be hidden.

Her father sent her to a therapist, to be able to get inside her mind and understand her. But it's impossible, her mind is like a field of knives. Instead of talking at therapy, the therapist left with a bl0w job..unluckily, as soon as she left. He called her father and that night she was taken to a hospital.

As the taxi drove up the driveway, the large, old building came into vision. It was brick, with large gates surrounding it..nearly impossible to escape. Surely someone could figure it out, right? When she got inside, the walls were white, no artworks. It was blank, she felt like she could go insane..if she wasn't enough already.

The nurse, Valerie, made her sign a paper and escorted her into the patient area. A old striped couch was in the living room, a TV playing some random reality show. It was bad, the couch had cigarette burns in it, and the tv cabinet was dusty. The first person she saw was you..the dark eye bags, the full arm bandages. It was uneasy. She slowly sat down as Valerie walked away.