She couldn't believe it. She actually finally landed herself in the nut house. All of these months and years of people telling her that she belong here and was insane, little did they actually know that they would be right. Her so called family had brought her here, and the girl didn't go without a fight. Kicking, biting, scratching, and screaming, she gave it all that she had until they gave her a sedative. Her mother filled out the official documentation and left without a word before the newly insane had woke. She woke up in a strange room, a bed pushed against the wall that she was laying on. Trying to move, she realized that her torso was covered with a contraption that she instantly realized was a straight jacket. She sat up with a start, tugging every which way to get out of the thing to no avail. With a frustrated growl, she tossed her head back against the wall, a little to hard. "Is there anyone even there," she called out.

"I AM NOT CRAZY!" The blonde screamed as she struggled against the strong arms of the tanned official, was he an officer or something? She hadn't taken the time to notice, her tiny body making no progress but failing to aid her in her claim. Sure, she knew she wasn't right in the head, never had been really, but the nut house? a little too far isn't it? Obviously not for the person who, anonymously, put her in here somehow. Well that was one trip to America potentially ruined.

"You need to calm down miss-" the nurse started to be interrupted by the teenager

"I will calm down when you get me out of cuffs and out of here! I don't belong here!"

"You obviously do," the nurse replies before turning to the guard/whatever-he-was and barking, "Hold her," before the teen could protest the nurse jabbed the needle into her, sedative ran through her bloodstream and she passed out.



"It was all a dream," The teen mutters to herself as she wakes up on the hard bed, that was when she noticed the straitjacket. "It was not a dream," she groaned, going to the wall an leaning against it. That was the voice came through. Weren't these things meant to be soundproof? "Hello?" she questions the voice through the wall

Haley sat in silence for a few minutes. At least it seemed like a few minutes. She had no way of telling time, no way to know exactly how long she had been here, nothing. If she wasn't insane already, that was enough to drive her insane. Lost in her thoughts, a voice -feminine- she heard from the other side of the wall answered. Thank God, there's other life forms here, she thought. "Please tell me I'm not imagining you," she replied.

The blonde chuckled at the other girl's use of 'life form', a blonde lock falling into ger face. She went to do the simple maneuver of pushing it out of her face to be restrained by the straitjacket she was wrapped in. This was going to get annoying fast. At the other girl's second comment she gave another chuckle. "I mean I don't think I am but for all I know we colud be figments of the nurses imagination. As far as I'm concerned I'm real." she replies. "How long have you been here?" she asks

"Ugh. Unfortunately, I can see how that would be true, in it's own way," Haley responded. As soon as the words came out of her mouth, her knee began to itch. With a natural reaction, she would try to reach and scratch it, to no avail. She frowned. "Oh, I don't know really. I got here, they gave me a sedative... I have a feeling that's the usual here. How long have you been enduring this hell yourself?"

"Ugh, reality's complex as is," the blonde replies, putting her head to the wall. "Enduring? Not long reaĺly, I just woke up from the sedative they stabbed into me when I was dragged in. AND IT STILL HURTS," she screams, hoping to grasp a nurse's attention but if they cared they were doing a spectacular job at hiding it. She sighs again, looking at the floor. "The name's Sammi by the way. So what did you do to get in this nuthouse?"

"I feel you one that one," she responded. "Ah, you know. Just a bunch of random things. Lost control a few times, scared the crap out of people, got declared insane." She paused for a second. "Nice to meet you Sammi," she said with a laugh. "I'm Haley. What about you, what did you do?"

"I don't even know if I know myself. Not certainly at least. Guess I pushed a few boundaries, did random thing and scared the crap outta people. I don't even know who reported me," she sighs, going to run a hand through her hair before, once again, feeling the jacket's restraint. "I mean I've never been right in the head but an insane asylum, that's pushing it." she continues. "Nice to meet you Haley," Sammi responds. She takes a look around the bland room, "I've only been conscious for minutes and I'm already ready to get out of this hellhole, what about you Haley?"

"Same. I mean, I'm different. God, get over it." She shrugged her shoulders at Sammi's last comment. Well, she shrugged as well as she could. "And yet same again. If I had to give it a guess, maybe just a few minutes longer as to how long I've been awake. If I wasn't in this DAMNED straight jacket I'd be half way to China by now! She paused for a second, pouting in a way. "If only I had my music, at least," the girl said with a sigh. "They have to let us out of here sometime, right?"

Sammi sighed, shutting her eyes, "I agree with you there, Haley, when we get out these things I'm joining you, I'm not gonna spend a second longer in this hellhole than necessary," She sighs She stopped, noting mentally, yet withholding from blurting out verbally, how many 'sames' this brought the two teenage girls to. It was when Haley mentioned music she sat up, straighter, [color]"I feel ya there Haley, I could totally go for some Paramore right now. Although,"[/color] She cocks her head slightly in thought, "This situation totally has 'Off With Her Head' by Icon For Hire stuck in my head- er- they're just a little known band, before you ask," she leans back against the wall, "Of course they won't, right?"