Asylum

White walls decorated with dust greeted you upon the entrance to “Riverstone Disabled Youth Help”, or RDYH. A small woman with blonde curls greeted you at a desk labeled Administrations. “Hello, and welcome to RDYH! What can I assist you with?” you saw right through her florescent teeth, your mother, not so much. “Y/N Y/L/N, Depersonalization Disorder.” She said. “Ah yes! Y/N is right here! Room 177.” She grabbed your hand and lead you down a small tile hallway to a practically unfurnished room. “That bed,” she pointed to the bed on the left. “Is yours! Your roommate should be here soon!” You sat down, slowly, you began to contemplate the place. No windows, a small air vent on the celling, two beds, and a dresser. A small door led to a bathroom. You unpacked for about one hour, until a girl walked in, collapsing on the spare cot. Her hair was dyed a lavender color, and she had maybe 12 earrings in. Her lip ring was black, as was her nail polish. She opened her eyes to greet yours. “Madeline.” She looked away. “Y/N… Depersonalization, you?” Your disorder, Depersonalization, was fairly common, but not in your extremity. It’s a disorder which causes frequent moments of feeling detached and/or apart from your body or feelings. It leads to many others, such as depression and anxiety. Also, it causes many phobias such as one of losing your mind. Victims of DD also in rare cases experience out of body experiences. Madeline made no recognition of hearing the question. “What disorder are you?” you repeated, “I don’t get it… ACK! GET OUT! GET THE HELL AWAY!!!” She screamed, sprinting out the door with her hands pressed to her temples. You stood, taken aback by her sudden outburst. A tall boy with blue hair entered. “So you met Maddie huh?” He sat on her spare bed. “I’m Michael. Alien Hand.” He held his hand out to shake. “Y/N.” You shook. You had so many questions already, he needed to answer them. “So what’s her deal?” you asked “schizophrenia. A disorder which makes it so she interprets reality abnormaly. She’s not social, her words are messed up, she hears voices, hallucinates, it’s creepy. Sorry you got stuck with her.” That explained the strange actions of Maddie, but you had more questions still. “Is this place as bad as they say? Is everyone that creepy? What’s alien hand? Do you have friends?” you stopped to catch your breath. “Woah slow down there! So many questions.” “I was only getting started!”

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