When Stereotypes Collide

The only thing I could really remember from my old life was the sound of my mom screaming while sobbing, having it pierce my and my heart to have their lives taken and for me to be left here. I wish I could've protected them from it, they suffered more then I did, obviously. It's been a couple of months since the accident and like I said, it's the only thing I can remember. I've been sitting in an institute for a while now, seeing things that weren't on four secluded walls that seemed to get closer as time went by. It was just my insanity spiked, I tried to tell myself. But the walls would fade in and fade out, they'd just keep coming until I screamed for them to back out. Of course that's when the orderlies came and looked at me like I was the craziest one there, but that wasn't true. At least that's what I think.
Sure the food sucks, the people who visit give you looks like you're a special case even if you are, and the Orderlies and doctors around here practically hold your hand. But I couldn't help but think how lucky I am to be here, away from my Aunt Lil, who I would've had to live with if I hadn't suddenly gotten worse and needed to go away. She sees it as paying most of her paycheck to this place each Payday, I see it as getting out of her hair.
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I had my 3 suitcases and duffel bag in my French manicured hands. I looked uneasily at the house in front of me, it looked exactly like my last house. If it looks the same, why'd we have to move? I asked myself in my head as I groaned and continued carrying my bags to my new room.


The house was a two story and had a washed out carmel look to the outside, wood floors instead of carpet, and fancy windows. I went up the staircase and went down the hall to the last room on the right, I knew there would be a room there because they build houses the same these days. The movers came here either yesterday or the day before so my standard things were already in here. Dresser, double bed, vanity table, and my old mirror.

"Sweetie, what do you think?" I turned around quickly to look at my mom who had a bright smile on her face, as if she loved this house more then the last one. "It's great, it's better then the last one i think. Maybe the people here are nice."

I attempted a smile at her before she turned and went back downstairs and started unpacking my things, all my designer clothes and brand name make up. My dad left when I was 8, he tried to convince me he was leaving because of my mom, not me. Of course what was I suppose to believe? If he didn't want to leave me, why'd he leave? My moms not that bad, perfect blonde hair, perfect curvy body from working out for countless hours, and nice.

But that's the opinion I had of my mom, who knew what side my dad saw in her? I shook that thought out of my head and continued folding my clothes and stuffing them in my dresser, then hung up all my shirts and dresses. I layed out all my make up on my vanity table and smiled to myself that I unpacked so quickly. I went to my Juicy Couture bag and pulled out all my pictures of my friends and me. Krissy, Emily, and I were standing and smile last Halloween.

Krissy was little red riding hood, Emily was a cute witch, and I went in regular clothes with a pair of cat ears on and painted my face with whiskers. All of us on the first day of school, last day of school from last year, and countless pictures from summer. I frowned a little and remembered that when I got up for school tomorrow, I wouldn't see them. I changed from my skinny jeans and purple cami to a tank top and shorts and layed in my soft comforter and tried to convince myself that my first day would be great as I fell asleep.