Locked Away

What happens when your thought to be crazy? When everyone turns their head as you walk by because of the way you look, act or dress? What happens when one day people have had enough of "that crazy person"? Well your sent to Harrington School, but really it isn't a school. Its more like a hospital where they send those crazy people. Well apparently I'm one of those crazy people. Among with 5 others I've met here; Harry, Louis, Niall, Liam, and Zayn. They don't believe their crazy either. None of us do, but some are crazy. Some of them deserve to be locked away in here. But not me, and not the boys. We're gonna escape.

(This is a fanfic but the boys aren't famous)


1. Harrington school

Harrington school is a school for "special people". But everyone knows that its really just for the crazy kids that no one knows what to do with. Most of us don't believe that we are crazy, but some are. But I'm not. I never was. But yet I'm here.  The Lost Boys are here too, that's what everyone calls these 5 boys here. They aren't crazy either. We know we aren't. They are all the crazy people.

*1 month earlier*

The police car drove father and farther out of town. I knew where he was headed. They finally gave up on me. My friends, teachers, even my parents. They all thought I was "mentally unstable". BS. Finally after about 45 minutes of the cop driving farther away he turned down a long narrow road. I had heard story's about this drive. I knew just from the stories that I was heading to hell. After about another 10 minutes he pulled up to a large cinder block fence, with a wrought iron gate. The gate slowly creaked open reveling Harrington school.

Harrington was made up about five building from what I could see. They all were different sizes but they all looked the same. All grey, boring, and bars on the windows. If this is suppose to be a school, can't they make it look like one? I asked myself making me smile. The cop pulled up to a long building that said SCHOOL on the outside. He got out and opened my door. I got out and a lady walked out of the building. She was a bigger lady, but wasn't fat. She looked as if she had been lifting weights.

"Those aren't necessary," she said as she noticed my handcuffs.

"Ar you sure Miss?" the officer asked. "She's a slippery one," he said. She nodded.

"I thank you for your concern, but I think we can handle her," she said. He nodded and undid my handcuffs. I leaned up against the police car and stared at her. She stared back as if she was trying to think of what was wrong with me. "Now, Ms Evens follow me and we'll go over the rules in my office," she said as she started to walk away. She stopped as she got to the doors of the school building and looked back at me. "Rule one is do as your told. Now follow me," she said trying to sound nice.

I started to follow and I looked back as the police car drove away. I followed the lady through the halls of the school. I peered into some of the classrooms as we walked by. They weren't like a regular school classroom with bright posters on the wall. Instead all the walls were blank except for a chalk bored at the front of the class. I followed the lady into her office and sat down as she closed the door and then turned around and looked at me. Then she moved towards her desk and sat down. The plaque on her desk said her name was Ms York, and that she was the vice principal.

"You've already learned the first rule," Ms York said as she stared at me. "You will be on time to all your classes, don't talk out of turn, and report to your expected stations on time," she said. "Your room will be room 17, on the first floor of the girls dormitory," she said as she stood up. "Now time for your examination," she said as she moved towards the door. I stood and followed.

"Whats the examination?" I asked as she stopped in front of a door saying Doctor Rich.

"To see whats wrong with you," she simply said.

"But there's nothing wrong with me. I don't even know why I'm here," I said as she placed her hand on the door knob.

"Well obviously there is something wrong with you," she said. "Now please go in. Doctor Rich is waiting for you," she said as she swung the door wide open.

I could see a tall balding man standing in the middle of the room next to a metal examination table. I could see all sorts of tools on the tray next to the table. Most of them I had never seen before. It looked like a torture chamber

"No, I wont go in!" I said getting defensive. I backed up against a wall as Ms York walked towards me and pulled me into the room and locked the door behind me.

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