Through metal bars,two thick pieces of glass and a wire cover I can see a distorted version of the outside world.
I spent alot of time looking through the window in my room. I had to stand on my bed and strain my kneck to get to it.And even then al I could see were blurry objects. A blurr of blue, the sky, a blurr of green trees I suppose and sometimes orange bits that I assume were people.If I saw my world in distortion it was because of those windows.
They made me reverse my role, I wasn't in a ward I was in the real world. Inside my walls were distinct shapes and detailed images. On the outside existed blurry people, blurry and unsure of themsleves, a complete parallel universe. We existed at the same time but in different realities. I thought I had the better end, or rather I convinced myself of this after a while. I was in denial and I am partially now. Was I ever really sick? I was sent there from drug abuse and a few scratches on my arm. My parents didn't have the time or the experience to take care of me...I was different, they couldn't understand how I could be unhappy with all their stupid money. But they wouldn't listen either. So at sixteen I was admitted to an insane institute and I was diagnosed with a borderline personality disorder and I was fed pills( that I rarely took ) to keep me under control.
My doctor said that I was uncooperative, and that I was forming a crush on him so I had to change doctors. My crush was on his son Adam, and when I began asking very personal questions about my doctor he did what he could to get rid of me. My crush was interferring with my recovery. My recovery they called it because they thought I was sick. But like I said...they were the blurry people.