-1(AN: This is a little story that has been floating around my mind. Very depressing isn't it? Read and Review!)

I pound my head against the soft walls of the cell. 'What did I do?' I asked my self. 'What? What? What?' I watched the clock tick slowly by as it got closer to 3am.

'My 13th birthday' that thought slowly sunk in.

"30 minutes." I whispered thoughtfully.

Looking at the clock I watched as with each passing moment I got older and older.

20 minutes: I listened for sound footsteps, tapping, anything. I heard nothing.

10 minutes: Lying on the bed staring at the ceiling I reflected upon my life. How in the past I saw them. The cold dark silent ones. The reason I came to fear the dark.

5 minutes: I looked at the plastic mirrors they put in our cells bolted to the wall. I could see how the past years had changed me. How my cheeks were sunken in and pale. My eyes haunted and lifeless. MY lips thin and bone white.

3 minutes: I remembered my parent's faces as the doctors told them, I was beyond help. Doomed to be stuck in a padded jail cell for the rest of my gloomy existence. Labeled as crazy and unteachable.

1 minute: My past wasn't a good one. I knew that. I could try to start over. If only I could. If only.

30 seconds: my existence is nothing. Just a speck of dirt on a white surface. Not fit to be let into society.

10 seconds: I wondered of my past. How can I make it better?

5 seconds: Here it is. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

The small lamp on my desk went out and was plunged into darkness. Nothing happened. My fear grew immensely. Then I saw it. A ghostly white figure. I screamed loud and shrill. As more appeared. I gasped paralyzed with fear. I couldn't move I couldn't think. I was alone.

Suddenly I was back in the same white room with padded floor and walls, the lamp blazing. I gasped and sat up. Then I knew. I would be stuck here forever for sure. I sighed, this knowledge giving no peace.

To and outsider, I might just seem like a regular crazy girl stuck in a padded cell. For the rest of my life but I knew the truth. I may be stuck here, but in reality I was not only trapped in the cell, but inside my mind, inside my fear.