After laying on the bed for a while I decided i might as well unpack what little I had bought and head down to the rec room.
I wasn’t surprised to see a fight kicking off to be honest, I mean the place was full of crazy people and they were bound to kick off most of the time for one reason or another so i just stood at the doorway and watched as a tallish guy with dark hair pushed one of the wardens up against the wall, shouting to be put into solitary. Eventually he seemed to get calmed down by one of the nurses and lead off down a hallway.
He looked over at me as he walked past, “Get out of here. You’ll end up more crazy than you came in,” he yelled over at me. I just stared back at him watching as his big brown eyes locked onto me as he walked past. Anti-social behaviour. I didn’t know how I knew, I just did. Like i knew the girl currently sat giggling to herself in the corner had MPD or multiple personality disorder. I went and sat down in a corner as far away from everyone as possible. Another aspect of my disorder was social anxiety, I hated being around new people and I couldn’t talk to anyone, I couldn’t even sit near them.
I pulled out a sheet of card from one of the draws and started drawing out some things for my door. I didn’t really know what to put on a sign for my door at a mental hospital so I just started off with my name then stared at the paper before throwing it in the bin and sitting back down, pulling my knees up to my chest and watching all the crazies.