Insane

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Everyone was looking at her and she didn’t know why. They called her insane, but she knew that she was sane. She was more right in the mind than these so called professionals. They ran tests. They muttered among themselves. There was nothing to evidence that she was mad. Only by her actions did they come up with conclusions. Just sitting down and staring at the wall thinking made them concern. Really, there was nothing wrong.

There really wasn’t anything. She only thought differently. I’m doing what I believe is right, she thought. So, why is she considered mad? Why were she and everyone else in here considered mad? These quacks don’t know anything at all. It was very simple and easy. She knew the others were sane. She talked to them everyday. They were intelligent, even if some talked incoherently. She could tell they were smart. Although, some were doubtable: like that Mr. Glider. He was a funny old man. He could never be quiet. Even, when he’s not talking one way or another he’ll make noise. He had an interesting notion that man could fly. It’s only the matter of finding the right circumstances, he said. He always said that. She supposed it was true on certain various matters. But can one truly fly? That is questionable. Humans are not built that way.

And than there was Mrs. Cuds, she was also quite strange. She was a very nice old lady. Her manners were impeccable. She was pleasant, and she loved to go outside. It was a pity that the orderlies did not think so. She always came back covered in dirt and grass stains. Mrs. Cuds told her that when she was young girl, she lived on a nice desolated farm. It was peaceful and filled with memories. There was a particular splendid memory that she had. Mrs. Cuds and her family were outside enjoying the stars. She went into a tumble with her sister. In the process of tugging her sister’s hair, she also pulled grass. Soon, the grass landed in both their mouths. Mrs. Cuds chew grass occasionally. It reminded her of the past.

There were quite a few more that was abnormal. She didn’t dare approached them. There was one person; she couldn’t whether he was a male or a female, who sent chills up her back. He had dark eyes and black hair. He was always laughing about something. Once, when they had tomato soup for lunch, he started screaming and going into some kind of frenzy. He was excited for some odd reason. She wondered how he got attached to death. She was wary and never went near him. Only the new ones did, but they learned. And it still annoyed her. She wanted her freedom. She couldn’t fathom why they call her mentally instable. They said that she yelled and often stared into space. Hello Mister! She was yelling because she wanted to out. She was yelling for them to come to her room. No, they just ignored her. And as for staring into space, well…she loved to daydream. Daydreaming usually requires imagination and staring into space. Just like at school, so bored you stared out the windows. How is that any different? The only thing is that she’s older. Sigh, she may as well go daydream again.