I'm writing story about mental Illness on wattpad what do u think
“ one...two... three” Justin counted repeatedly. He closed his eyes and he continuesly counted numbers, at some points his numbers weren't in order, but that didn't matter to him, what mattered was what exactly was he counting for?
It was his coping macanism. He hears voices that guide him to do bad things， he cuts himself, he bangs his head on walls. These voices are what takes over him, and all he can do for now is count continuesly, hoping for the voices to fade. And this is what leaded him into living his life in a sanitarium. Where he is said to live for the rest of his life, that is until he gets better hopefully.
And this place was made for teenagers. Justin wasn't the only one here Suffering, there were other people his age just like him at this very place. But it's obvious, Justin won't ever get out. He did have a chance once, but just when he started pulling a knife out on a random stranger, it just couldn't happen.
"Justin" a woman with long brown hair and blue scrubs called his name. This woman is Justin's personal nurse, though everyone has one in this sanitarium. And every minute she had to check up on Justin.
"Hey Sweety" she said walking in to see Justin starring directly act the ceiling.
"Are you ok?" She asked him, he didn't respond, he just fiddled with his fingers , but what ended up coming out of his mouth was the total opposite of what she had asked.
"They're talking to me again ..." He rasped, still starring blankly at the ceiling.
