Nightmare

The pale white figure walked into the building with me. They held my hand as a way to let me know they would not leave me here alone. A desk was placed in the front. A metal door was on either side of the desk. Both had one window with chicken wire, similar to a classroom door. Behind that stood a sliding door with metal arranged in the pattern of a metal fence. Then a big, white, thick, metal door with a large ID pass lock. I hated it here already. Everything was white and silver from metal like a traditional hospital. Well, this is a mental hospital after all. Whinthrow Psychiatric Hospital...

The head of the orphanage I was stuck in is putting me here. They think I'm crazy. The head of the orphanage, Mrs. Struphner, went up to the desk to talk to the nurse. The pale white hand squeezed mine. I don't belong here, I don't! They say I am crazy but they are wrong! Yes I may be weird, yes I may love odd things, and yes I may see ghosts but I'm not crazy. Riley, a ghost who is always with me, laced his fingers with mine, "You are not going to be here alone. I'll be here with you always. I hate that woman! How dare she send you here! I wish they could see me and the others! Then they would believe you!"

I sighed, "It's okay, all I'm going to do here is give them hell." He laughed at my comment. But he and I both knew it to be true. Ghosts moved about the room. They were patients who had died here. With all these ghosts I know I will probably never get any sleep. A nurse came up to me with three male nurses. I only had one bag though. I also had my notebooks and sketch books. Luckily I was allowed to keep them because I was being put in a special section and my own room. Mrs. Struphner got me all of these "perks" for some reason since my "sickness"is not making me suicidal or dangerous. As far as they know.

The ghosts all stared as we walked. I guess they could tell that I could see them.
A) I as looking right at them
B) I'm holding hands with a ghost
Adding two and two together isn't that hard.

Hours passed with Riley and myself talking. Every now and then screams sounded from the hallway. Then nothing but peaceful silence. Riley noticed the sullen expression on my face. Almost knocking me over, he jumped on my bed, singing random parts of songs. I laughed at him. He is crazy, but you got to love him... The boy always knows how to bring a smile to my face no matter what the circumstances.

He sat down and stared at me. Riley is actually very handsome. His black hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and flattering piercings. He only died when he was 18 after all. Someone stabbed him to death... If others could see Riley, they might possibly mistake us for siblings. Having short black hair, pale skin, ice blue eyes, all rather similar to his appearance. I am only 16 years old. We act a lot alike and have all the same interests. We seem to be people who were supposed to be great friends in life but didn't meet until after ones death. Fate can be cruel don't you think?

A crash sounded outside my door. Screams followed it along with "calming" words from the staff. Riley pulled me close.

I don't belong here...

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