I'm Not Crazy, Am I?Mature

A girl who copes with her pain with cutting is thrown into a psychiatric ward and highly believes she wasn't crazy until she got there.

"There's this dream I've been having every night. It's not so much scary as it is unnerving." I sat straight up in my chair staring at the ground picking at the strings on the end of my sweater. I hated group.

"So what happened next Rinn?" Josh, my therapist, was scribbling things down vigorously, i could hear the pen from across the room.

"Nothing, I can just feel him staring at me."

"Who is it?" Lizzy squeaked from her corner.

"I don't know." I sighed. "It's not like I know who it was. Ok? I just don't. Your guess is as good as mine." I looked up and stared right into Josh's eyes, begging him to let me leave.

He just sighed and dismissed us. I ran straight for my room. I couldn't stand being around some of the nuts they locked up in here. It ranged from crack heads, to psycho killers, to me your average cutter. Or as society calls us, the "emos". Personally I think if they're going to lock you up in a mental institute they should at least stick you with people that are somewhat like you. Instead I got stuck with a huffer as a roommate whom thinks I'm the messed up one. She started huffing because she was bored. I started cutting because I was severely depressed do to...reasons. 

There was a knock at my door before I could even lay on my bed. When I opened it up none other than josh was standing there with a worried look on his face. "May I come in?"

"Your my warden so I guess I kinda have to let you in." I said spitting the words at him as I walked away from the door and laid on my bed.

He walked in and sat in the chair that looked like it came straight out of a cheap hotel catalog. "I'm worried about you. In the last year you've made no effort to make friends, you speak the bare minimum in group and you speak even less in our private sessions. We just want to know whats going on with you so that we can figure out how to help you."

"How about you dickholes release me from this prison filled with psychos and I promise I'll be a much happier go lucky person." I smiled at the ceiling while saying this.

"Rinnetta we can't release you until we figure out why you cut. According to the state, until you are diagnosed other wise you are certifiably crazy."

"I. Am. Not. Crazy."

"I want to believe you. But you have to prove it to me."

"Whatever"

He got up and left then. When I heard the door click I closed my eyes and cried myself to sleep. I'm not crazy. But this place has me second guessing myself.

The End

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