"Emily?" I say. I automatically run up to her and give her a hug.

"Alexa, I'm glad to see you too." Emily says.

"What floor are you on? What's your patient number?" I ask.

"It's P-014. I'm on the fourth floor. I can't believe they put you all the way up on the fifth floor!" Emily says.

"How come they let you out of your room?" I ask.

"To come with you? We have a meeting." Emily asks.

"What.........." I'm interrupted by E.Elliot.

"Can you two girls stop chatting? You have a meeting. It's about why you are here, and you know, stuff like that." She says.

Without question, we follow her. She takes us down an elevator to the second floor. The second floor is much more fancy then the third. We walk into this big blue room, complete with grey chairs, and a silver crystal light. An office.

"Is this your office?" I ask.

"No. It's a meeting area." E.Elliot says.

Yeah sure, it's a meeting area. A meeting area wouldn't have cameras everywhere. We sit in two chairs. There are about three other chairs plus one managers chair. It takes about fifteen minutes for everyone to show up.

January 22nd, 8:30.

"My name is A.June. I will be your therapist. For today. And for, well, every week." A.June says.

"Hello." A girl with orange hair says.

"So, we are going to go around the circle of chairs, we are going to explain, who we are, and why we are here. And if you want, a little about yourself. I'll go first, and we'll go clockwise." A.June says.

"So, my name is Amy June. I am here because I am a therapist. A few of my hobbies are painting and singing." She explains. The girl with the red hair goes next. She has big green eyes, and orange hair.

"Hi everybody. My name is Clark Mill. I'm here because some people think I have schizophrenia, which I most certainly do not! They put me in the fifth floor. The reason why, because I think Adam Tock is a terrorist. Which he is, and is little friend Lee. And his sister Doctor E.Elliot". Clark says. I am next.

"My name is Alexa. I'm here because, like Clark, people think I have schizophrenia. Which I don't. I think Adam, Lee, and Dr.E.Elliot are terrorists. They are. I am going to escape this prison, and I am going to expose them for who they really are." I yell. Clark just stares at me, with a shocked look on her face. And I think we are both thinking the same things to.

Did Adam kidnap her too? Is she pregnant?

The rest of the people that talk are all a blur, but I'm pretty sure that they all suffered depression, and eventually, anorexia. I have to find Clark. She's on the fifth floor like me. If I find a way to get out of that room, I may have a chance at actually finding her.

"Alright, so, since you are all new here, I am going to give you a sheet of a few rules about this place." A.June says.

She passes us the papers as we walk out. A guard leads us to our rooms. I am in bed when I finally remember the crumpled piece of paper in my hand. I guess I'll open it tomorrow, I drift off into a dreamless, calm, sleep.