'724' the crinkled paper read. It was pink with red lines..and torn..Almost in an artsy way, all four sides in ravages. I gripped it tightly, as if with my life..even though it was the last thing I wished to hold onto. I wanted to hold my mothers hand..or maybe even just a friends. I didn't like the mad screams that echoed down the halls; how they faltered or even just the intercoms buzzing. This was a mad house: and I didn't belong here. So why?

Chapter No. 1. I don't know if I'll ever even complete this; but I'll try. I'm trying to see how well it grabs people in...? sigh. ^^; Please review it..I need to know if I should continue.