I woke up in my room at 6:30 am. That's what I was told to do. Then I walked down the stairs to breakfast. I looked at the menu despite having already planned to order the same thing I’d had the day before. They cooked the food quickly and delivered it to my table. I looked around the mental hospital at the other tables. People were talking about it. I sat down alone. I felt like everyone was watching me, and I could just dismiss that as normal. That's how I’d felt the first day of college before I met my future lunch table. But I could hear the chatting quieting down, and everyone becoming silent. I looked at the other tables. They all looked at me, sitting alone. I could feel my palms getting sweaty. My vision tunneled and I stumbled to stand.…show more content… I looked for the name “William Harold Hospital”. I found a photo of a building that might be it, but it was shut down in 1898 years ago for awful reasons. The “William Harold Asylum.” An asylum, not an institution. Not a hospital. It looked just like this place, though. Exactly like this place. I screamed. The lights went out. I screamed again. I jerked back and stumbled out of my room, running as fast as possible down the stairs. There were police officers coming up the stairs. I turned around and started running, but they followed, shouting “Stop!” I felt like I was doing something wrong, but I continued to run. Why are they chasing me? Did the staff turn on me? I got confused. The building seemed to be changing the further I ran, getting older and older. Darker and darker, until eventually I ran outside into sunlight. I stumbled in surprise and stared back at the building. It was a lot of fun. There was an old path leading up to it. No parking in the parking lot. No cars aside from the cop cars. No staff members are available. “What.?” I fell down, the sunlight fading quickly. I woke up and there was a nurse standing in my room. “No!” I shrieked and tried to run out of the room. No one stopped me from doing it.
