As the leaves started to change color and the air got colder, I could see it was the end of summer and the beginning of fall. School at Mistel High was boring and full of teens who have nothing better to do with their lives.
Mistel High is a school for troubled teens; it’s like a mental institution. My mental problem was out breaking in a tornado of kicks, punches, and screaming without any one knowing how or why. Every time this happened the guards would put me in a strap jacket and bring a priest in, the teachers believed I was possessed with an evil spirit. I’m troubled with this spirit inside of me or whatever that’s causing my mental out break.
As I got older my troubles would get worse and worse. It got so bad the teachers, guards, and myself couldn’t control it any more. The thing had a life of its own. They put me in a strap jacket and tossed me into a padded cell. I sat quietly and all I could think about was what life would have been without this problem, how my family would love me, I would have friends, and that I would be…normal. Tears ran down my face when I kept thinking about those things. I threw myself into the wall and screamed that I never had this stupid problem. The tears now started pouring down my face, my body throbbing with pain from throwing my self against the wall 13 times. Sitting in a corner of that padded room with water all over my face wanting to wipe it off but remembering I still had that strap jacket on. I tried to stop crying but I couldn’t, the tears just kept pouring out of my eyes until I couldn’t cry anymore even if I tried to.
After 2 years in that padded cell the school let me out and put me back in my dorm room, believing that spirit had left me. I believe the spirit never left.
