World of White. Introduction.

I slowly opened my eyes, shielding them from the blinding light shining into the white room. White walls, white blankets, white sheets, white carpet. Everything here was white. Sterilized. Clean. It was a hospital in every way. Except one. Real hospitals didn't lock you in your room at night. Real hospitals didn't lock every door to the Outside. Real hospitals didn't have bulletproof glass. My pale blonde hair scattered around my face as I sat up. My pajama's were the only color in the entire room. Seafoam green pants and a red tee-shirt. They were too big on me. Maybe they would have fit once, back when I still ate, when they still fed me. My Mom didn't know how thin I'd gotten since the last time she saw me. I've been refusing to see her lately. It kills to see how much I'm hurting her. It makes it to hard. I can only survive in the World of White alone. I've shut myself down, built a wall. Inpenitrable. They think my parents beat me. I don't discourage the idea. I can't go home. I have no where to go home to. What would they think of me? Of the lines on my wrist? One for every day I've suffered. Burn marks to go with them. A drawer full of psychotropic drugs meant to keep me so clouded that I can't think let alone run away. They're afraid. They should be.