Look at you, thrown into this loony bin and cast off by everyone you thought cared
We'll always be here, Maggie. Always...
A combination of pulsing fear and extreme joy courses through my icy-cold veins as I walk across the weathered path. I so badly want to run and kick and scream until my mother lets me go home, until this horrid nightmare ceases to be reality.
I really do want to come out of Hooverfield as a healthy, normal patient, not just for myself but for the benefit of everyone else. But I wonder if I was really much of a threat to begin with...
Since a very young age, people have always said I was different. I hear voices, sometimes screaming or whispering or playing me like their own personal puppet, pulling the fragile strings that hold together my crumbling life.
About a year ago, someone reported my strange symptoms to the government. Back then, my mother and I were happily living in New York, the city of my dreams filled with light and vibrancy, with a life as ordinary as I could achieve.
But after the report was made, everything changed. I was thrown out of school, cut off from my extra activities. They labeled me a “threat”, suggested counseling that only tore me down even further.
Even my precious dove was taken by those wretched monsters, for they claimed that someone who couldn’t even take care of their mind was not fit to take care of another living, breathing thing.