Mental Asylum, 4:31 AM

For as long as you can remember, you were...different...from everyone else.

You hear voices, feel strange sensations, smell weird things, taste things that weren't there and see things.

For a while, you thought you were a superhero and sometimes a alien.

And when the men in white broke into your home and injected you with a strange syringe full of God-Knows-What, you thought that was either the case or something else entirely.

Your name is Ryan. Actually, your name is Brandon. No, it's Ashley, Wulin, Tyrone, Raul, etc.

These names were only a fraction of the names you apparently used throughout your life and yet, you don't ever recall using them.

From what the docs were saying: You were extremely disturbed, suffering from a number of the most rarest disorders. Most prominently a new disorder called The Shattered Disorder.

It was a strange and weird perception breaking disorder that combines the traits of other rare disorders like D.I.D., O.C.D., Schizoaffective, A.I.W.S, Khyâl Cap, Kufungisisa and other strange disorders.

Hallucinations, dissociations, panic attacks, over-thinking, thinking everything was bigger or smaller, this was just a small fraction of things that would happen to you DAILY.

As a result, you were deemed too unstable to live in society and was taken here to the asylum.

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You awaken to the sound of multiple voices speaking to you, some are new while others have been here since you were a kid.

ᗯIᒪᒪY: Morning, bro! How was ya sleep, dude?

𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫: Gee, partner! They woke up in a damn asylum, what ya think?

𝕹𝖔𝖗𝖆: Sarcasm wasn't needed, you dumb hick.

Lυƈια: G-guys! S-stop arguing or i'm gonna c-cry!

𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜: Listen, pal. The fools in this place wants to keep you here forever. I say we disappear when we get the chance, you see?

𝕬𝖘𝖍: Why, so they can get caught? Use your head, you moron.

𝓛ⲉⲟⲛⲓⲧⲁ: ¡Ay Dios Mio! What are they supposed to do then, Ash? Just sit on their culo and do nothing?!