I took in a deep breathe. I can do this. My hands fidgeted around my each other, making the other to busy to open the large wooden door in front of me. Come on. Just open it. I looked down the hall, no one. I took one last breathe and turned the knob.
Gray. The walls. The chairs. Even the people. All gray. My eyes darted around the room. Slowly stopping and looking at everyone who sat in the gray chairs. They were freaks. Complete freaks.
There was one boy sitting in the corner. I looked at him. He sat all alone. His hair was a mess, his eyes were looking at his shoes. And the strange thing was he was whispering to himself. What a freak.
There was also this girl siting by a the window. Her hair was stringy and blond. Her hands in her mouth as she was biting her nails off and making her skin bleed. Oh my. I am not like them... am I?No.

Men and women came in and out. Holding clip boards, dressed in business suits. They came, and looked around the room, looking for one person in particular to take down the hall.

One man in a blue suit came and tapped on the boy who whispering's shoulder. For a second the boy stopped. Shocked. But when he saw it was only the business man, he mumbled something and went on whispering. They walked down the large dark, gray hall and disappeared around the corner.
I looked down at my hands. I tapped my toes together, saying that I wouldn’t look up. You are not them. You are normal. Not one of these Freaks.
Maybe they are just depressed. Maybe they aren't Freaks. And me being here means I am not a Freak either. My hands twirled around each other and i just stared at them. i wanted to block out all the sounds. All the voices. The conversations in the gray room.
Daring myself to look up again, my eyes wondered. I noticed it wasn’t all gray. There were a few abstract paintings hung on the wall. They added some pastel colors to each wall. But that was it. Not even clock on the wall. They didn't want you to know how long you were waiting. Added suspense of what was down the hall.
The men and women kept coming in and out. Calling the Freaks names and taking them to rooms. Taking them to find out the stories, to find out their lives. To make them sane. To make them not Freaks. But I am not a Freak so its all okay. It will be fine!
There were Freaks that left the room too. One little girl, maybe seven? Walked out holding her moms hand. She had tears in her eyes but a smile on her face. She seemed to flinch with every step her mom took.
I looked back down at my hands. Get me out of here. Get me out of here. I am not a Freak. AH. I started to breathe heavier and shake. I want out. I need out. It isn’t fair. I am not supposed to be here. I am sane. You are insane. No what? No I am SANE. I am not one of those Freaks. Yes, you are. No.I am normal.You belong here with them.
The voices. They are back. No. No. My hands shook. and I grabbed them and held them together to make them stop.
Listen to us. You are insane... listen to us.
NO! I wanted to scream. I felt the too well known pain of my nails digging into my hands. I felt the blood drip out. I. Am. Sane. I am. Not. One. Of. Them. I should not be here. It is just a mistake.
"Abigail Barnes?” I snapped up hearing my name. One of the woman in the business suits stood there with her clip board. To me she looked scary. Small, and petite, and pretty, but deadly. She held power. Power to send me away or power to help me get better.
"Abigail Barnes?” She called again. Looking around, no one else was paying attention. Her eyes meet mine and she bared her bright white teeth. She knew who I was. Something even I didn’t know.
You are insane and a Freak.