Whoever thought that being able to have time alone was a curse? After all, everyone needs to have some time that is just for themselves; no demands being made on them, free to do what they want. Well that was a long time ago for me. I did something very stupid and it got me here, with too much time on my hands and not enough people in my life to share it with me.

What did I do you are wondering? Basically I got too jealous over a guy and events quickly went from bad to worse; word of advice, don't ever carry a knife if you are jealous and have a temper. Now I get to look at plain whitewashed walls and am kept medicated 'for my own protection' I am told. But I will manage to live in the world again, not as part of one giant experiment.

Here a typical day consists of bland food, medications, some sort of activity, more bland food, sometimes more medications, being subjected to a series of tests, more bland food, more medications, and finally back to a locked room for the night. Sounds thrilling doesn't it? The only variations are the activities and if medications are given at lunch or not; the lunch medications are dependent on how well I behave in the morning.

I am not sure what they are looking for in me and the other captives. Yes, I say that we are captives here although some say that we all belong here and are not fit for society. Bullshit I say; just because we are nonconformists does not mean that we do not belong out in society.

From what I can tell, I was one of the first women that were sent to one of these facilities; I am not sure how many facilities are out there, but this is one of the first ones opened. Welcome to Arklight, Home of the Criminally Insane!

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