I wake with a start as the nurse calls me. I awake from my dream and instantly wish I was back on the dance floor. I felt so free, sliding under the stars in his arms. Now I get off my cot and stretch away the stiffness.

I get up and try to forget where I am. I have been here for ten years and wake everyday wishing I was somewhere, anywhere, else. Rolling Acres Institute has never been and will never be, a home for me.

I was placed in Institute when I was 5, because I was showing symptoms of a mental disorder. My parents didn't want to deal with what I would do next, so they put me in this prison. I can't leave the estate, or go anywhere with out a nurse looking over my shoulder.

"Amber, are you okay?" the nurse says, in the kind, demeaning voice that everyone uses with me.

"Yes, I am fine." I reply in a tired voice, wishing I could tell the truth. If they knew I was feeling the premonitions again, they would lock me up. Again. And give me the pills. They make me see things that I know aren't true.

She nods her head and walks away. I open the drawers and grab the only clothes available besides the dressing gowns. I pull on the jeans and a generic t-shirt that had fireworks pattern on the font. I slip on some flip- flops and leave the room. The hallway is filled with people in varying degrees of control over there actions.

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Ambrosia - ahm-BRO-see-ah
also called Amber, Diagnosed wit Multiple Personality Disorder, 15 years old, brown hair with blonde streaks that she keeps in a pony tail, tall, average strength

She has been in the asylum since she was 5 and first showed signs.

Personalities
1. Ambrosia, modern teen
2. Ethereal, Ancient Greece
3. Mysteri, Ancient Egyptian
4. Ivanglilene, Colonial America
5. Janessa, Medieval Ages

In all of her lives, she looks about the same, but with varying hair styles.

updated Jun 10 '11 by Renee999