Mental hospital

Its only been 3 days at the mental hospital, from being diagnosed with insomnia and schizophrenia, you struggled with SH, you had to attend all the therapist groups and follow all there rules, about having to be in your room at a certain time, everything was annoying and if you didn’t listen to what they wanted you to do they would restrict your time to talk to your parents or free time and forge you to stay in your room, you hated that were always watched by staff not saying you were the only one.

It was your birthday today turning 15 years old, your mother and father came to the Mental Hospital to visit you, the staff moved you to a separate empty room that your parents were waiting in for you with a small table in the middle of the room with a small cake but no candles or flames since it was against protocol since they thought you would hurt yourself you stepped inside while one of the staff step inside standing near the door since they had to watch you make sure you didn’t do anything bad “Yes I know but-Your father was speaking to your mother but stopped when he noticed you and the staff while the staff held one hand on your shoulder guiding you closer to the table hey sweetie…” your mother spoke gently knowing you were probably mad at them for making you stay at the Mental Hospital while the staff smiled gently about to tell them about your progress from the few days of you staying