And we ran

I stared up the large stone steps leading up to the hospital.
'Come along Kayreesa,' the big man next to me hurried me along.
I took each step, one at a time.
I entered through the old wooden door to find a rather large middle aged woman waiting for me.
'Marissa will lead you to your room,' the man said.
'Come along Kayreesa,' Marissa spoke loudly.
I followed her up a steep flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs was a wide, sterile looking hallway.
I followed here to the other end of the hall, to a small white door in the far corner.
'You are sharing a room with Raylee,' she spoke quietly. She bent down and whispered, 'a murderer.'
She leaned over me to open the door. The door swung inwards and I walked in. The room was bright, the walls blinding white. A tall, dark skinned girl, who I assumed was Raylee, sat in the corner drawing with a black marker on the wall. As I looked further around the room, I saw that nearly a whole wall was covered in scribbing.
I walked into the room and walked over to the single large window, facing the two beds that were side by side.
I stood, staring out the window to the frosty field below. Standing, shivering people watching their children, friends, cousins play their Saturday sport.1

It makes me laugh.2

I trudged over the cold floor to my bed, and sprawled over the plain white duvet.
By this time, Marissa had slammed the door behind her as she left silently, but not without strange, evil looks at Raylee and myself.3

I heard a bell from down the hall. Raylee silently got up and walked out of our tiny room. I followed her. I guess it's time for the slop we call dinner. I started walking, mindlessly down the long hallway.
All around me were zombie-like teenage girls were following the same hall. It was as if we were being drawn to something, like the light at the end of the tunnel, for some of us.4

We entered the dining room and everyone sat at their usual seats.
I took my lunch and sat at a table in the corner of the large room. Alone. I raised my fork to my meal, and then to my mouth.
Everything, so robotic.
They think they will change us here. More likely they will make us a little more insane than we already are.5

I got back to my room and looked at the, once, shiny white walls.
I decided that if I was going to be here for a long time, I may as well think of something to do. I picked up the black marker on the desk.
As the pen touched the wall, ideas came flooding. I didn’t know what I was thinking. I wrote poems, lines, words in my unpractised cursive all over the wall opposite to Raylee’s writing.
I heard the door open behind me. Marissa stood there for a moment, just watching. She didn’t care that I was writing on the walls, vandalising.
I didn’t care that she was watching. After a few more lines of writing, she disappeared.
My frenzy of writing, the rush of whatever it was, had gone. I slumped into the wall, knocking my head hard.
Raylee entered the room, looking at me strangely. She traipsed over to her bed, sat down and started writing something. Her face full of frustration, I could tell this wasn’t something she wanted to do.6

The next day I found out exactly what it was she was doing. After a long tearful night and a sloppy or dry breakfast, I once again followed the bell and Raylee out of the small white room.
I followed after many, many teenagers towards a large hall. This was bigger than the dining room with a large stage at the front of the hall. Hundreds of old, dull, pink chairs were lined up, row after row. As everyone sat down, and a small, evil looking lady stood up in front of everyone, I took a seat, away from everyone.
The lady started rambling on about rules and accomplishments at the hospital.
I get the feeling I'm missing something here.
"Kayreesa, please stay behind," the lady said at the end of her long lecture.
I sat, looking out the top of my eyes towards the river of people flowing out of the hall.
"Kayreesa, I presume," the lady held her empty hand out to me.
I looked at her.
She coughed. "Well, I'm Ms Tanner." She handed me a package. "You have a day to think about all this, then it's work, work, work like everyone else."
Her voice, sickly sweet. I stood up and exited the hall and trudged towards the little room in the corner of the hall.
The package was full of papers, timetables, school work. Year 11 here was so much more simple than in normal schools.7