Your family and therapist, Mrs. Smith, decided to send you to a mental hospital since you were a threat to yourself and others. You were really freaked out and scared about the whole idea, but your Mrs. Smith, being the kind therapist she is, told you to think of it more as a learning situation.

You're in a room with cozy lighting that looks warm and inviting. It is nothing like you imagined, with the jail and solitary confinement from the movies. You're sitting on your bed, staring out the window as usual, when you hear sirens. A cop car pulls up. Then another. Then another. There are soon at least 5 cars and so many officers.

A police officer opens your door and steps in, examining you to see how weary he should be. "Hey, kid."