You weren't really right in the head. You were in a mental hospital. Your best friend, Gaege, came to visit you once a week. You didn't believe anything was wrong with you. You thought you were normal. You had a large accident and now have ptsd, the doctors are creeps. You are in a white, padded, room. Lonely. Some of the walls were made of glass so the doctors could watch you. Your bed was a blanket and pillow on the floor.

"Hey y/n, how you doing?"