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"You're sick, you know that?" A lady mutters.

I nod. Her grip on the back of my buttoned long sleeve tightens, her nails were digging into my skin making me cringe and bite my lip. "Grip. Loosen. Please." I grimace, the lady doesn't hesitate for a second to respond. "Quiet. You're not in charge here, Patient 0758. Hurry up." Her feet patter the floor, her high heels clank at the metal which had small holes scattered amongst it.

Clank. Clank.

Her shoes are annoying, I don't like her already. I stared at her face, she was averagely pretty — light brown eyes with green speckles, her eyelids had fake eyelashes glued on. Her hair was an ashy blond, the roots a darker brown, she had side bangs that curled around her face. Her skin had a nice tan, she looked nice, I wonder if she has a partner? I wonder what they do for work, maybe they're a dentist or a plumber, maybe they're tapping away at a keyboard or filing documents in a boring office while sipping on coffee or tea. I wonder if she likes tea or coffee. Maybe she's vegan.

"What are you looking at." She jabs, rolling her eyes. I hesitate not to come back with a smart comment and decide to just stay silent. I felt her nails dig in. She's mean.

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I was seated at a long table, people in suits and white coats were already seated. I look down at my lap, fiddling with my fingers, an old habit of mine. I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear where it curled around it, tickling my skin. My skin was a near olive colour with a few sun-freckles dusted on my nose lightly and on my arms. I had a scar on my right eye. I made sure my eyes went everywhere but the eyes of the staff members who I could tell were watching me, possibly taking notes in those notepads of theirs.

I feel judged.

I bit my slightly chapped lip, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip until I felt some blood ooze out which I licked my lips then stuck my tongue back in.

"Mr Kirishima? Are you alright?" Someone asked me to like their voice. It was comforting like a grandma's. I nodded faintly. Some shuffling could be heard mixed with some hushed whispers, they know I can hear them, right? Soon I heard the sound of a chair squeaking, I lifted my head slightly. I saw a middle-aged woman stand up and shuffle towards me or rather the seat on my side. I moved my chair a little to the left, away from her.

Away.

A purse was placed on a table, no, a small suitcase? The chair next to me was pulled out and the lady sat herself down, smoothing out her dress. It was a nice dress — green, just below the knees. She reminded me of someone trying to dress as Mother Nature, I wonder if she's a mother, a grandmother, maybe?

"Hello. My name's Mary Rose, nice to meet you, Kirishima." She extended a hand, I stared at it, a welcoming aura. I lifted a shaking hand, my teeth sunk into my bottom lip once again.

No touching.

I swiped my hand away and placed it between my thighs. Mary Rose nodded, a sweet smile on her face. She probably understands, she has to anyways. This is a place full of people who are mental, unwell, insane. Either scarred for life from an unholy event by someone resulting in them coming here, or them doing an unholy event... resulting in them coming here.

Everyone's mad here.

Everyone's mad. No one's safe. Madness is a thing, a spirit, no one can escape no matter how youthful they are or how innocent and holy. Madness roams inside all of us, like a little demon that can be triggered at any time so we must be prepared. Sometimes madness is just there, it's always there, it never leaves someone. We label these people, as a society, as psychopaths. Mental. Insane. Inhuman. Sick. Monsters.

Then those people labelled are thrown away like trash into dumps called insane asylums.

Where I am right now.

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"You better let me the hell go!" I heard a boy screech.

"Quiet Patient 0759." A female voice replied they sound annoyed.

"Don't you fucking tell me to quiet! I'll fucking-" They were cut off with the loud noise of bone being thrown against metal, it was loud. I don't like loud noises. I don't like the boy with the foul language who is now next door to my cell. I heard some snarling and growling mixed with mumbled swears. He's mean. I wonder if related to that lady from before with the brown eyes.

"Hey! You, the fuck you in for?" I heard a voice ask, or rather sneered. I tucked my legs closer to my chest and placed my chin on my knees. He banged on the bars, he must be somewhat taller than me — I can tell already since I can't reach the bars. Too high up. There were three bars were placed on the wall separating the cells. They were thick, some rust was creeping on it.

"I'm talking to you! Don't ignor-" I cut him off.

"Leave me alone." It was an uneasy silence for a while. Before I heard another bang on the bars, he's annoying too. He keeps banging, he's trying to grab my attention again.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

I can't take this, it's too annoying and loud.

I lifted my head and turned it towards the bars. "Could you not. It's annoying." I sneer, I catch a glance of an ashy blond tuff of spiky hair before it disappears then I hear the squeak of the bed. I place my chin back on my knees, I suppose that's the end of our exchange, for now, maybe we'll get to chat again. Until next time, Boy in the Next Cell.

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Phew! Okay, first chapter completed! Hope you enjoyed this, see ya!

-Byshiee🧸