Before the morning of the end

How can one get caught up in a mess like this when you was playing safe?

I was pushed through the doors. Not a care in the world that I was here. They say I'm mad because of reasons, yet they don't see what I can see. its just like beauty, only some can see ones beauty yet others, can not. It would be so hard to put into words if I tried to describe to you what I see.
"Name." This old woman asked me, her emotionless eyes glared at me as if to say hurry up.
" You tell me, I'm sure you people have it all wrote down in youra stupid files about everyone here, so don't ask me my name."I replied.
"listen here young girl, this is my job and this is how its going to go, okay? you give me your name, I get you a supervisor who will watch your every move and we will become great friends. Got it?"
" And in reality what am I going to gain from this?"
"your sanity" she answered not noticing how much that hurt.
" I'm not insane. Its just you don't understand... Do u? You people, all you actually care about here is the money. Not helping the insane, hey, maybe that's why they are so insane because they have people like you looking after them."
" Get that thing out of here."
"that thing is a human not one of your toys you can boss around -" the guard put his hands around my arms " get your money snatching hands off of me!"
I'd love to say that he let go of me after I screeched that, but he did not.
" Little one, calm down " he was clearly smirking whilst saying that." this is what I do, taking young girls and putting them in cells"
" You failed to mention, your a poet wannabe from the way you failed to rhyme that. Hey? maybe you could rhyme your way into a better job." I giggled at my own joke, " one where you don't look like a elephant that ate to much."
Now let's just say that was the last thing I said before I got punched in my face so hard that I passed out.
For my first day here, that's not how I expected it to go. But, what else can I do? I'm stuck here for reasons I really don't want to remember. It wasn't my fault.
I woke up in a cell where it was all painted white, not a mark on the wall, where the beds are a cream colour, not a single piece was out of place in this room... other than the fact it wasn't any ordinary room, it was a room to keep me away from the outside world. Outside of this asylum. Away from... The after darks.

Author's Note

I started this a while back, just I didn't upload it, I'm starting the second chapter straight away! Sorry for any gramma mistakes, I will go over and check. Thank you if you read it all the way through :)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You did very well with this tale. I liked the realistic feel and thoughts in the chapter. I liked the girl. Fearless and strong till the ending. I wanted to know and read more. You open the door to the who, what, why, when and how of this tale. Thank you Caycie for sharing the amazing tale.
Coyote

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You are young and learning, so no mention of grammar from me. My advice is to always re-read and edit your writing. That way you can correct any errors you have made, spelling, typos, paragraphing etc.

Overall, i like the idea. Being locked away in an insane asylum, for whatever reason, not of one's making. And the final lines you write here set the story flow up for the following chapters, while also maintaining some suspense for the reader to read on.

Keep it going. It is an interesting premise.

[Autonomous]

Hello Caycie its been a while since you posted something, it's good to see people still keeping the fire lit in their writing passion, anyway, if you are worried about grammar then you should check out Grammarly, it's free and it checks basic errors. They also have a premium account but the free one is free.