Wow. I think I'm gunna quit writing. :/ --------------- Sitting in the corner of the room was a girl, who was clutching her hands tightly. She had no idea why she was here, and she knew she hadn't done anything wrong. The teddy bear she hugged was her only comfort in this damp, humid room. Her parents had neglected her. Her friends had ignored her. This was her little island on where she was isolated. "... Isolation..." ---------- "Sarah Queen." A doctor stood next to a girl, holding a clipboard and examining her. The girl kept looking down on the ground, and she was still holding the plushie that was given to her on the day of her arrival. "... Positive." She looked up, and frowned. Years have passed and she still wasn't let out yet. What was wrong with her? "... Mary Jules." The girl who stood next smiled. She sat in a wheelchair and her eyes kept blinking uncontrollably, and her hands were shaking. "Positive as well." Sarah sighed. Four years had pssed. She was now 9. "Julian Wails." The boy who was sitting in the far corner on the room looked up at the doctor. He then looked away and began playing with his hands. "... Postive as well." The ones who were marked "Negative" were being led out of the room, out of the building. Sarah hugged her bear closer as she scanned the room. There wereten of them who were marked Positive. Six were marked Negative. Sarah was really good at math, even if she didn't go to school. Her nurse, Becky, would always enter her room at about three in the afternoon and would teach her what normal kids would do. Becky was a very nice nurse, unlike most of them. Many of them were vicious and crude, sometimes violent. Some kids had scars on their bodies, some even had stitches. Sarah loomed forward to seeing Becky again. -------- Sarah Queen sat in the corner of a padded room, wearing a white dress, staring at the door. Three weeks had past since the examination and Becky hadn't met her since. She started to think it was peaceful to sit there, alone, collecting herself, and listening to nothing. This was her isolation. --------- Sarah is about 9-13 in the story. :/. She's in a mental hospital and she's mental. Obviously. ._.
awwwww pooor sarah... set her freee ii liked the story tho more plz... ii would love to read what happens next always Fancy_Mia
"Sarah Queen. You have a visitor." Sarah still hasn't woken up from her world yet, she was staring blankly at her right, daydreaming about the world outside she never saw. She remembered a boy named Lucas who was her next door neighbor, but he soon left after he recieved... The news that Sarah was... Insane. Lucas had been her best friend, but by abandoning her, he changed that. "... Sarah?" Sarah turned to the door, and surprisingly, Lucas Wills stood there, his hands in his pockets and his face looking unamused. "..." Sarah didn't look at him. She had turned her head away and looked at the white padded wall. Lucas walked to her and squatted down, know looking at her. He turned her head around and looked into her eyes. Sarah wanted to slap his hand away, but she was stuck in this strait jacket... "... Go away." Lucas looked surprised that she could talk properly, and Sarah got even angrier. She was human, of course she could talk! "... Sarah, remember this?" Lucas reached into his pocket and took out a golden locker. Sarah shook her head and turned away again, not wanting to look at the boy who was in front of her. "..." Lucas put the locket on her, smiling as he admired her. "It looks good on you." Sarah wanted to snap back at him, but he had already gone and shut the door behind him. Sarah felt neglected again. Sarah decided that she would ignore it. Ignore everything. She turned her head to look down at the locket and sighed. This was their "lucky" charm. Sarah began to doze off as she thought about Lucas. It was a happy time. A happy memory. --------
Chapter 3. News Gone Bad. ------------- Three months had past and they had let Sarah out. Sarah smiled at the men and walked into her cell where Julian and Mary sat. Julian had been her best friend, even though if it was hard to communicate. Mary on the other hand, was a bit too talkative for her. She always imagined them paired up, all cuddly couply like. Sarah giggled until Mary asked what was she thinking. Sarah replied, "The Usual." Mary blushed and turned away. Julian hadn't even looked up yet. Sarah loomed at her friends. Julian, who wouldn't come out of his little own world, and Mary, who couldn't control herself and would twitch every one or two seconds. Sarah looked at herself. She was perfectly fine... But remembered something about being mental... Not talking right, not acting right... Something about being more than crazy? Sarah shook her head. She couldn't remember the details. Mary suddenly dropped on the floor, twitching more. Julian's eyes moved to look at her for a moment, then slid back to their original place where he fiddled with his hands. It was nothing serious. Mary had a lot of seizures. It was all part of their delusional worlds. ---------- Sarah sat in her playroom. Her parebts would visit every once a year. Today was the day they'd promise to visit. "...." Julian sat accross her, playing with his fingers again. Mary sat in her wheelchair, looking in all directions. "......." ------- Writer's block. Fail. ;n; Sophie, YES I DARE QUIT! >:L Jk. XD. Wait- no- Idk. ._.