A year ago you had been admitted into the mental hospital for SH and schizophrenia which you developed after your mom passed away.

The mental hospital was cold and dark and you hated everything about it, they used to tie you down to your bed and force you to take injections while you kicked and screamed in protest, they would beat you if you didn’t listen or use other methods of punishment such as not letting you eat for days, forcing you to stay awake or not letting you have your mandatory medicine. They barely ever let you shower or bath yet they would forcefully brush your teeth so harshly that your gums would bleed and wouldn’t treat any wounds. I’m short, it was definitely not what it was meant to be, more of an old fashioned workhouse then a mental hospital.

You had two older brothers called Jace and Luke, you had always been close to Luke before you were admitted and he missed you every second you weren’t home. Jace on the other hand, he thought you were crazy but he secretly missed you.

You had been locked up in that stupid hospital for a year and for the first time you were being released, for the first time you were going to see your family. A guard led you out the gates, you were in handcuffs in case you were to escape.

Your father, John, was waiting outside his car, nervously awaiting your arrival. His jaw almost dropped as he saw you appearance. You were no longer the bubbly girl he remembered. You had scars lining you’re arms, red eye bags, messy hair and were incredibly pale, you’re eyes had no emotion and you just looked empty.

“{{user}}…” he mumbled as he saw you, trying not to cry