Prologue

In the 21 years I've lived in this world, I've always seen it in dull shades of grey. People have always shrugged this and just said things like, "Ah he's just angsty and stuff, it'll pass when he gets older", no birthday, no party nor achievements have splashed even the tiniest bit of color in my world, at least, the little splash of color I cherished and adored left eons ago. As I walked towards the halls, I was reminded continuously how dull and colorless my world has been all this time, and I had the chance to have a preview of how that dullness will increase throughout the following months. It's funny how something that claims to cure something looks as if it'll make it worse, I wasn't surprised by the stories that revolved around these kinds of things, after all, they do have a lot of material to work with.

"Mr. Halverson, you've been assigned to room 204, here are your clothes and toiletries, and you can go ahead and unpack so you can introduce yourself to your roommate." The attendant explained, displaying a sickening fake smile and an insincere sincerity. I shrugged it off and tried my best not to comment about her.

I walked towards the halls once more, guided by two men donning white robes and armed with syringes, until we reached a door that had a shiny plate with "RM 204" engraved on it, they left me to my business, figures. I opened the door to my new home, I'm going to be sleeping here for the next month or so, the room was pretty small, just enough for two people not becoming claustrophobic. The room was a pale white, I think it was originally colored different but I guess it became white through aging or neglect or both. It was no surprise that the drabness of the room was the first thing I noticed and not the depressed sociopath-looking man sitting on a bed next to an empty one. I never understood why psychiatric facilities had a roommate system, are they hoping that the one with the more screwed up head will kill the other one so they know which one to put inside the soft-walled room?

He kept quiet and staring at me, I don't know if he's analyzing me or thinking how he's gonna kill me in my sleep later, he doesn't speak so there's no reason I should. Ah yes, life in Epanagazea psychiatric facility is gonna be great.

Author's Notes:

Just a prologue right now, but maybe tomorrow I'll add the first chapter here. This story has been an idea gnawing on my brain cells for quite some time now and I finally had the little motivation to write it, I hope that motivation continues so I can add more, but I'll just wait and see.

Comments and criticisms are welcomed and nurtured, everything that's supplemental to the growth of a writer is always cherished.