I'm Not Who Everyone Thinks I Am

28.

Hi! I'm Carrie.
I'm not responding.

I know you're nervous, but don't worry.
I'm past nervous.
I'm at mental breakdown stage right now.
Which I'm sure you get all the time, and I bet you have a special ward for those.
But I'm still not responding.


This is a really nice facility.
Let's go get you sorted in to your new room.
I don't want to go, and I'm still not going to talk to you.

Here we are!
Cozy, no?
Cozy?
COZY?
Where did you get your dictionary from?
This is a grey room with a white cot, a white desk, and a white dresser.
Yeah.
Cozy.


So I'll just leave you to unpack.
Dinner is at 6:30 down in the cafeteria.
Get out.

Now I'm alone, and my face is drenched with tears.
I don't want to be here.
Even home is better than here.


There's a beeping sound.
Oh my god, there's a camera in the top left corner.

I am watched.
♠ ♠ ♠
So I'm just going to come out and say it.
I AM PISSED.
Like, really pissed.
Someone reported this story for "inappropriate layout".
If anyone else thinks it's an inappropriate layout, just tell me in the comments!
Jeez.
Not to mention, I think the layout is just fine.
It's an intense layout for an intense story.
If you can't handle the layout, than you DEFINITELY can't handle the story.
OKAY... I'm done with my rant. I'm not angry at any readers, or commenters, or subscribers or anything. I'm just annoyed and I needed to tell you guys.
But anyway, comment on the new update <3